All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

"Not invaluable," he said. "Just valuable. There's a difference. These have prices. You are invaluable. There's no price for you."She moved to him and kissed him, and this time it was soft. Tender. Not about possession or dominance, but about connection."I want you," she said softly. "Right now. Here. But I want it slow. I want you to take your time."He smiled....a real smile, not the predatory ones he usually gave her."Come," he said, taking her hand.He led her up the spiral staircase to a loft area above the library.There was a daybed there, positioned under a skylight. The afternoon sun poured down through the glass, illuminating dust motes that floated in the air like tiny stars.Dimitri laid her down gently and removed her bikini. Then he lay beside her, and for a long moment, they just looked at each other."I love you," he said. It wasn't a question or a statement of possession. Just a fact, stated simply."I love you too," she replied.He kissed her slowly, his hand movi

"Dante, don't...""Your body is talking to me right now, Isabella," he interrupted, his hand moving down between her legs. He pushed under her shirt, and his fingers found her clit directly. She hadn't bothered with panties, hadn't been bothering with much of anything since blocking his number. "It's telling me that you want this. That you want me. That nothing has changed between us."Isabella's knees nearly buckled as he rubbed slow circles around her clit. Each touch sent electricity through her body, making her forget why she was so angry, making her forget the fact that he'd lied to her, used her, recorded her."Get out," she whispered, but it came out like a plea. Like a prayer. Like the last defense of a woman who was losing the battle with her own body. "Leave my apartment, Dante. Please. I don't want you here.""You don't want me here," he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, his fingers never stopping their assault on her clit. "But your body is telling me something very d

Dante felt something twist in his chest.He reached for one of the bottles and opened it. Counted the remaining pills carefully. Based on the prescription date and the amount missing, she'd been taking approximately 20 pills per day when the recommended dose was 10.Isabella had been medicating herself. Heavily. Which meant something about this situation, about him, about what he'd done to her, about her life in general, was affecting her enough that she needed chemical intervention to function.For just a moment, Dante felt something that might have been guilt. Or concern. Or something equally inconvenient.Then he pushed it down.He pocketed three of the pills, enough to get a complete analysis without her noticing they were gone. He'd have them tested in his lab. Would find out exactly what she was taking and why.And if she was taking them because of what he'd done, because of the way he'd used her, because she was suffering in some way that went beyond emotional betrayal....then

By the time actual sunlight started streaming through the glass walls, painting everything in shades of gold and orange, they'd moved positions.Dimitri had pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and he was fucking her from behind with a pace that was faster now, more intense. His hand was gripping her hip while his other hand wrapped around her breast, kneading it, his thumb finding her nipple and rolling it between his fingers."Fuck," Eve gasped, her arms shaking slightly. "Dimitri, you're so deep.""I know, piccola," he said, his voice rough. "I'm going to be inside you all morning. Going to make you come so many times you lose count."He was true to his word.In the shower, he took her against the marble wall while hot water cascaded over them both. He controlled her movements by gripping her ass, lifting her and lowering her onto his cock while she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life."That's it," he said, watching her face as pleasure washed across it. "

Antonio hung up and returned to his whiskey.Enzo was in Rome. That was interesting. His younger son had been operating out of New York for the past few years, building his own operations separate from Dimitri's sphere of influence. Building relationships. Building power. Building something that was entirely his own.And now he'd come back to Rome.That meant something. Everything meant something in this world. Random acts didn't exist. Every move was calculated. Every presence in a city served a purpose.Antonio had forty minutes to prepare himself for whatever conversation was about to happen. Forty minutes to understand why his younger son had returned to the family homeland without prior notice.He finished his whiskey and poured another.***Enzo arrived exactly fifty-three minutes later.He walked into the office with the kind of confidence that came from knowing you had a right to be there. Valentino blood, Inheritance that couldn't be taken away no matter what happened.But th