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Chapter Forty Seven: Naked And Desired
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The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Forty Eight: Nothing Special
“Leave it alone, Lyra,” he said harshly.Lyra knew she should just be quiet and drink her mint tea but shecouldn’t stop herself from replying in a heated tone, “Maybe if you justtalked to him, explained how he’d hurt you—”“He’d what, apologize?” Viktorground out. “Give me back my half of his large cartek wrapped in a nice gold bow?” His lips twisted. “Theremust be limits even to your optimism.”She looked up quickly, her cheeks hot. “You keep telling me to be honest,to be brave and bold, but what have you done lately that was any of thosethings?”He looked at her.“If I weren’t bound by my vow,” he said, “I’d do the bravest, boldest,most honest thing I can think of. And that’s kiss you.”She sucked in her breath.Exhaling, Viktor looked up, tilting his head back against his chair.“Look at the stars. They go on forever.”Lyra stared at him, her lips tingling, her heart twisting in her chest. Thenshe slowly followed his gaze. He was right about the stars. They had neverlooked
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Forty Nine: Sharing The Bed
“Are you joking?” His hand tightened over hers. “How many womenwould have spent their last money to cross an ocean—and agree to marry aman like me—just to save an older sister who’s perfectly capable of takingcare of herself?”Lyra’s whole body was shaking. With an intake of breath, she pulledaway. “Anyone would have—”“You’re wrong.” He cut her off. “And that is what’s different about you.You’re not just brave. Not just strong. You don’t even know your ownpower. You are—” he kissed the back of her hand, causing a flash of heatacross her body as he whispered “—an elemental force.”Her body felt as if it was on fire. A breeze blew through the desert night,cooling her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest. She looked up at him.The wind caught at his black hair, blowing it against his tanned skin,against his high cheekbones that looked chiseled out of marble in the silvermoonlight and flickering glow of the lanterns.“Now do you understand? Now do you believe?” he said softly.
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Fifty: Night Of Imagination
“No way!” Lyra exploded. “I’m not sharing a bed with you! How could you even ask me to do that?! Never!"She folded her arms and stuck out her chin, glaring at Viktor in a way that told him everything he needed to know.He’d been right. She’d been planning to escape.Narrowing his eyes, Viktor folded his arms in turn and glared right backat her. “If I cannot trust you, I will keep you next to me all night long. I still have a feeling you want to escape and this is the only way to make sure that you don't sneak out at night.”She now looked near tears. “You’re being ridiculous! I told you already that I wouldn't escape.” She unfolded herarms. “Can’t you just trust me not to escape?”His eyebrow lifted. “Sure. I told you. All you need to do is give me yourword of honor.”Her eyes widened, and then her shoulders sagged as she looked away.“I can’t,” she whispered.Viktor brushed back some long tendrils of light brown hair that hadescaped her ponytail. “I know. That's why I am making
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
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