บททั้งหมดของ THE MAFIA'S PRICE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

He suddenly kissed me, I wasn’t expecting the kiss. I kiss him back. Dante's mouth left mine, the kiss abruptly breaking, leaving a void where his possessive heat had been. The engine, still dormant, seemed to mock the roaring in my ears. The Mercedes’ luxurious interior, moments before a charged, intimate space, now felt confining, the plush leather a stark reminder of my captive state. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, my body thrumming with a residual ache, a confusing blend of exhilaration and the lingering sting of betrayal. My hands clenched on his shoulders, the muscles beneath my fingers tight and unyielding. Was this it? Was this the reward? A brutal claim in the sterile confines of a car, after surviving a man’s execution?My gaze met his, searching for something in the dark depths of his eyes, perhaps understanding, perhaps pity, perhaps even… tenderness. But all I found was possession, a fierce, unwavering ownership that both terrified and, in some dark, twisted cor

With a swift, decisive movement, I pulled his hands higher, binding them together behind his back with the discarded silk tie from his shirt. He didn’t resist, his eyes blazing with a mixture of surprise and fierce anticipation. I moved between his legs, straddling him on the plush carpet, the cool silk of my dress a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. He watched me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his bound hands shifting restlessly. I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear. “You taught me control, Dante. Now you’re going to learn what happens when I unleash it.”I reached down, my fingers wrapping around his thickening cock, still slick from my mouth. It throbbed in my grip, hard and insistent, veins pulsing under my touch as I stroked him firmly from base to tip. His hips bucked slightly, a low growl escaping his throat, but I pressed my free hand against his chest, pinning him down. “Stay still,” I ordered, my voice sharp and commanding. “This is my ride now.”Slowly, I posi

"This summit," Dante began, his voice low, cutting through the quiet hum of the air conditioning, "is a peace treaty. Several families have been at each other's throats for too long." He paused, his gaze meeting mine in the glass. "Today, they intend to lay down their arms. There will be a meal, a show of unity, and then we leave." He turned fully to face me, his eyes like chips of obsidian. "Your role is simple, Alessia. Be by my side. Always. Don't wander, don't speak unless spoken to, and try not to draw any unnecessary attention." He reached out, his thumb brushing a stray tendril of hair from my temple, his touch possessive. "This is a delicate dance, and one wrong step could unravel everything."I met his gaze, a flicker of defiance in my own eyes. "I'm not one of your damsels in distress, Dante. I can handle a little 'unnecessary attention.'" I allowed my hand to rest on my hip, the gesture emphasizing the sleek lines of my gown and the subtle bulge of the pistol concealed bene

She glided further into the room, her movements a silken whisper. "Seraphina Ricci. A… colleague of Dante’s. Though, perhaps less of a colleague and more of a… past indulgence." She ended with a throaty chuckle, her eyes raking over my simple, relaxed attire, then lingering on the subtle bulge of the concealed holster beneath my lounging robe. "He does have rather curious tastes, doesn't he? Acquiring weapons that can double as companions." I remained seated, my grip tightening unconsciously on the remote, the movie’s dialogue fading into insignificance. My father’s suffocating control had inadvertently prepared me for manipulative games, but Seraphina’s entrance felt like a sudden, brutal escalation. "Tastes he seems to be acquiring frequently," I replied, my voice deliberately cool, a deflection I hoped would mask the unsettling tremor that ran through me. I refused to let her see any of the fear her presence invoked. "He’s a man of… varied interests." Seraphina’s lips curved in

The Mercedes’ engine rumbled low as Dante guided the car through the tight turns of the underground parking lot. Two of his most trusted men slid into the back seat, large, silent, and alert. Behind them, three other vehicles fell into position, forming a tight convoy as they headed for the exit.The air inside the car was heavy with tension.Alessia clutched the edge of the leather seat, her pulse racing. Concrete walls rushed past her window in a gray blur. The steady vibration of the engine, the smell of leather and Dante’s cologne, only made her more aware of how far they were leaving safety behind. This wasn’t the quiet luxury of the penthouse. This was the dangerous world Dante ruled.The exit ramp appeared.As the Mercedes burst into the pale morning light, everything went wrong.An explosion tore through the air.The car jolted violently, throwing Alessia forward against her seatbelt. Heat and smoke flooded the space as the sound of tearing metal rang in her ears. She twisted i