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Chapter Thirty-one: Betrayed
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The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-two: Erotic Desires
Andrei I watched a tumult of emotions cross Illyra's beautiful face. Rage. Fury. Grief. And most of all helplessness. I knew I had gotten her in a tight spot and that was exactly what I wanted. It was like Christmas and my birthday all at once. I was finally getting revenge for everything she did to me years ago. I would finally crush her heart like she did to mine. Still smiling, I turned back to the deserted, moonlit road and pushed down on the gas of the Lamborghini, causing it to give a low purr as it sped through the lush mountains of Oahu’s interior.When I’d first seen young Lyra Bennet, Illyra's sister at the poker game, getting lured in over her head by the hotel manager, I hadn’t recognized her. How could I? I'd never met the kid before. Illyra had always found her way to keep her out of her mess. So when I saw her at the poker game, I’d just thought some idiot girl was letting herself get played.I hadn’t liked it, so I’d tried to get her out of the game. An unusually c
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-three: Longing For Her
I found the hope in her voice insulting. I wanted her to feel miserable and heart broken. Women did not wish to be cast out of my bed. They never expressed any desire to leave or never come back. They begged to get in. They begged to sleep by my side, holding and caressing my chest. Why was Illyra so different? Why was she trying to get on my nerves? Hiding my irritation, I gave her a sensual smile. “Do not fear or worry about that. If that happens, I’ll find some other way for you to serve me. You can be useful in different ways. There are certainly different jobs you can do in my mansion. Scrubbing my floors. Cleaning my house...”Her cheeks turned a girlish shade of pink, but her voice was steady as she said, “I’d rather clean your bathroom with my toothbrush than have you touch me. I will like to put that out there and I don't care what you think about it. I am not selling my body to you even if you offer me a trillion dollars.”“Perhaps I’ll have you clean my house naked or ma
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-four: You Never Loved Me
“You...you should...” Her voice faltered as our eyes locked. I could see it in her eyes, everything that I didn't believe in years ago. As we stood beside the four-poster bed, the brilliant sun burst over the horizon, coming through the tall east-facing windows, bathing us both in warm golden light. Everything I’d ever hungered for, everything I feared and despised, was personified in this one woman. Illyra Bennet Aurora. She was my poison yet my antidote. She gave meaning to my life yet she took meaning out of it. She was everything I wanted but didn't want. Her long blond hair shimmered like diamonds and gold. I had once loved stroking her hair while she slept passionately in my arms. Her eyes shone a vivid green, like emeralds. Those eyes peered into me and I could feel her reaching deep into my soul. Her skin was pale and untouched, like plains of virgin white snow. I could almost feel rage as I thought about other men touching her the way I wanted to touch her.Hardly aware
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-five: No one To Save Her
His hands grew still and his eyes narrowed at me. I knew he despised the words I had said to him but I didn't know why. “You must think I’m a fool. You must certainly think you can deceive me like you did in the past,” Dropping his arms, he said coldly, “I know you never loved me. You loved my money, nothing more.”“It might have started as a con,” I said tearfully, “but it changed to something more. I never knew that it would happen but it did. I’m telling you the truth. I loved—”“Say those words again,” he exclaimed, cutting me off in a low, dangerous voice, “and you’ll regret it.”I straightened my spine and looked at him defiantly. I was going to tell him the truth anyway, whether he liked it or not. “I loved you,” I cried. “I loved you with all my heart!”“Be quiet!” With a low growl, he pushed me back violently against the bedpost. “Not another word!”My heart pounded as I saw the fury in his eyes. I had never seen him so angry and it frightened me so much. I could feel the
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-six: His Word Of Honor
ViktorI heard the loud whir of the helicopter flying away as I stood on thick carpets over the packed sand in my own grand tent, the largest andmost luxurious in his camp, deep inside the Sahara Desert.I looked down at my prisoner—that is to say, my dear wife—sitting on my bed. Tied up with a soft silken gag over her mouth, Lyra was glaring atme with bright sparks of hatred in her eyes. I could feel her growing hatred for me as I watched her.My eyes traced down her body. She still wearing my black T-shirt and oversized jeans from Marrakech, but from the flash of lacy bra strap, I knew she was wearing the sexy lingerie I’d given her underneath. Something about that did things to my head. My body tightened as I imagined her naked. I said softly, “What am I going to do with you?”She answered me in a muffled, angry voice, and I had the feeling she was telling me what I should do with myself, and that her suggestion was not a courteous one.I sighed. I should have guessed Lyra might
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-seven: Desperate Attempt To Escape
With a twist and a rip, I yanked the rope off her ankles. She let out a small moan which tingled my ears. How could she get me to react this way to her?My own legs trembled as I rose to my feet. I clenched my hands at my sides, my body tight and aching for what I could not have. It wasn't just that I couldn't have her that drove me insane. It was her purity and complete innocence. It was the way she looked into my eyes with pure innocence and didn't react like other girls. It was her little to no efforts to impress me. I had never been around a woman who acted that way. All the women I knew did everything for me to be pleased. They didn't question my decision or make me blurt out my thoughts like Lyra did. She was made of something different and it was intoxicating. It made me want her even more but I knew I couldn't have her. “I shouldn’t have tied you up,” I said in a low voice. I wasn't used to acknowledging my fault but with her, it happened often that I ever imagined. “I sho
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-eight: Apologizing For The First Time
Catching up with her easily, I grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly all the way to the top of the dune. Then I abruptly released her. It was time to tell her the painful truth.“Look where you are, Lyra,” I raged at her. “Look around you, goddamn it!”With an intake of breath, Lyra turned in a circle, looking in every direction from the top of the dune. It was like standing in the middle of an ocean, surrounded by endless waves of sand. I saw the way her eyes were slowly filled with gleamers of sadness.“There’s a reason why I brought you here,” I said quietly. “I brought you here because you can't leave without my help. There is nowhere for you to go. You are trapped here until I am willing to let you go. And that is not happening anytime soon.”She went in circles for five minutes before the truth of his words sank in on her, and she collapsed in a heap on the sand. “I can’t stay here.” She whispered. "My sister might be in danger. I want to save her. You have to let me go. Pleas
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty-nine: New Life Of Torment
IllyraSeven hours later, I had never felt so sweaty and filthy in my life. I had cleaned Andrei's house and I felt like a filthy maid. But I was glad.With a sigh, I squeezed my sponge over the bucket of soapy water I was using to clean his house. There was still almost no dirt—I guessed Andrei's team of servants had cleaned the place top to bottom the day before. It was the only logical reason she was cleaning the entire place with little or no dirt. But he’d still made me scrub every inch of the enormous house’s marble floor. I knew it angered him when I admitted I preferred to clean the entire house than sleep with him. He was punishing me but I didn't care. I narrowed my eyes. Tyrannical and proud man. My back ached, as did my arms and legs. Hours and hours, I had cleaned the entire house. But—and this was the part I was happy about—I’d done it all with my clothes on. He’d thought a little cleaning could humiliate me? I worked in the resort as a housekeeper, scrubbing toilets
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