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Chapter Fifty: Night Of Imagination
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The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty One: Quiet Confessions
“Look in that trunk.” He waved his hand behind him without looking towards her. “Over there. I think I might have something you could wear. They should fit.”“Really? Thanks.” He heard her go to the trunk and dig through it before she went towards the wooden screen painted with designs of flowers. “I guess I owe you. You have been taking care of me and all I have been doing is trying to run away.”“You can pay me back by not getting yourself killed,” he growled, still not turning around. “What was your plan of escape, anyway?”“My plan?” When he heard her voice muffled behind the screen, he knew it was safe to turn around. He saw her arms lifting over the top of the painted wooden panels as she pulled off her shirt. She tossed it over thescreen, followed by the white lacy bra he’d given her. He swallowed, feeling hot. She gave a low laugh. “You’re right, it was completely stupid. I hadn’t figured out the exact details, but I was going to steal a horse from your pen, fling myself on i
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty Two: Some Way To Keep Her
“Then why do you want it so badly? Just because of your promise to yourfather?”“It was a deathbed vow...” He stopped. He’d told himself that same liefor years, but here in the darkness, lying in bed beside her, he couldn’t tell itagain. “Because I don’t want Andrei to have it. He doesn’t deserve ahome. Or a brother.”“What about you?” Lyra said softly. “What do you deserve?”Viktor looked away from her, towards his briefcase, which lookeddistinctly out of place in the corner of the tent. “Exactly what I will get,” hesaid. Retribution against his brother and the Mata Hari who’d caused theirrift. Total ownership of both Andreevich Mining and Southern Cross. Thatwould make him happy. Give him peace.It would. It had to. Looking at her shadowy form in the darkness, heturned the question back on her. “What will you do? With your life?”“I don’t know.” She swallowed. “Illyra always talked about sending me tocollege, but even if we had the money, I’m not sure that’s what I want.”
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty Three: Rekindled Passion
Illyra had to push him away. She should. She must.She couldn’t.His kiss was hard, even angry—passionate, yes, but nothing like the tender way he’d once embraced her. His chin was rough with five-o’clock shadow, and his powerful arms held her tightly against him as they knelt facing each other, bodies pressed together. Even through his black trousers, she could feel how much he wanted her. And she wanted him.You are my serf, he’d informed her coldly. Your only reason for living, until you die, is to serve me and give me pleasure. She’d been enraged. She was no man’s slave.But he wasn’t taking her by force, as her lord and master. No—she couldn’t kid herself about that. Because no matter how badly he treated her, she still wanted him. She’d never stopped wanting him....Andrei’s body moved as he took full, hard possession of her lips, stretching her mouth wide with his own, teasing her with his tongue. His hands moved against her back, sliding the thin, blush-colored silk teddy like
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty Four: A Life Of Mysteries
Her lips were tentative, scared. Until she felt his mouth, hot and hard against hers, sliding like liquid silk as he kissed her back. He deepened the embrace, entwining her tongue with his. He tasted like sweet wine and spice and everything forbidden, everything she’d ever denied herself. His lips were soft and hard at once, like satin with steel. He let her set the rhythm and pace, let her lead.And she forgot her fear. Her hands explored the warm, smooth skin of his hard chest, the edges and curves of his muscles. She stroked his flat nipples and the rough, bristly hair that stretched down his taut torso like an arrow. She heard his ragged intake of breath, and when she glanced up and saw his mesmerized expression, her confidence leaped. It was working! Growing bolder, she ran her fingertips beneath the edge of his waistband, swaying her splayed body against the thick hardness between his legs.She’d meant it as an exploration. He took it as a taunt. With a growl, he pushed her back
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty Five: I Hate The Man You’ve Become
But Andrei, two years older, had always been the leader, the protector. He could still remember six-year-old Viktor panting as he struggled through the snowy two miles to school. Wait for me, Volodya! Wait for me!But he’d never waited. If you want to follow me, keep up, Viktor . Stop being slow.Now, as Andrei remembered that long-lost adoration in his brother’s eyes, his heart gave a strange, sickening jump in his chest. Tightening his jaw, he pushed the memory away. He looked at Illyra.“No one will ever threaten you or yours again.”Her lips parted. “What will you do?”He narrowed his eyes. “They threatened to break a child’s legs,” he said roughly. “So I’ll break every bone in their bodies. First their legs. Then their arms. Then—”“Who are you?” she cried.He stopped, surprised at the horror on her face. “What?”“You’re so ruthless.” She swallowed. “There is no mercy in you. It’s true what they say.”“You expect me to, what—give them a cookie and tuck them into bed?”“No, but—” s
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty Six: Let Me Make Love To You
Two days later, Lyra stared up at him with consternation. “You have to bejoking.”“Come on,” Viktor wheedled, holding out his hand beneath the hotafternoon sunshine. “You said you wanted to do it.”Glancing back at the tallest sand dune, she licked her lips. “I said itlooked fun in theory.”“You know you want to.” Wind ruffled his tousled black hair as he smileddown at her. He was casually dressed, in a well-worn black T-shirt thathugged his muscular chest and large, taut biceps and low-slung jeans on his hips. He looked relaxed and younger than she’d ever seen him. He lifted adark eyebrow wickedly. “You’re not scared, are you?”Lyra licked her lips. When he looked at her with that mischievous smile,he made her want to agree to absolutely anything.But—this?Furrowing her brow, she looked behind her. Three young Berber boys,around twelve or thirteen years old, were using brightly colored snowboardsto careen down the sand, whooping and hollering in Berber, the primarylanguage
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty Seven: Go And Pack
Share his bed?Lyra’s lips parted, her heart beating frantically as she looked up at him.Let him make love to her?She’d been trying to build up enough courage to kiss him. What would itbe like to have him make love to her?With a shuddering breath, she looked up at him. “I thought you said our marriage was in n-name only.”“I changed my mind,” Viktor said huskily. “You know I want you. And I’ve come to enjoy your company. There’s no reason we shouldn’tbe...friends.”“Friends who will divorce in a few weeks.”“We could still see each other.” He looked at her. “If you want.”Her lips parted. “If I want?”“I would very much like to still see you, after we are divorced.” His blue eyes seared through her soul. “For as long as you are still interested in seeing me.”Lyra sucked in her breath. For as long as she wished to see him? Thatwould be forever!She looked back over the edge of the dune. It didn’t look so frighteninganymore. Not with this new challenge. Not with her very virgini
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty Eight: Seduction
There would be no seduction. Instead, from this night forward, she’d besleeping alone in a separate tent.Once, Lyra would have been relieved.But now...Numbly, she rose from their bed. Grabbing her backpack, she started togather her clothes. Then she stopped, looking around the tent. Viktoralways dumped everything on the floor, in that careless masculine way,knowing it was someone else’s job to follow after him and tidy up. Lookingacross the luxurious carpets piled thickly across the sand, Lyra’s eyes couldsee the entirety of her husband’s day: the empty water bucket of solid silver.The hand-crafted sandalwood soap. His crumpled pajama pants. And in acorner, his black leather briefcase, so stuffed with papers that it could nolonger be closed, none of which he’d glanced at even once since the daythey’d arrived here.In the distance, she heard a sound like rolling thunder.Tears rose to her eyes, and she wiped them away fiercely. She didn’t wantto leave him. This was the pl
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