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Ch. 94: Punishment
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2025-12-25 23:55:05Dax Donomie's point of view
I grip the cold glass railing on the second floor of this packed bar, my knuckles white as I bend Astrella over it, her silk red dress hiked up around her waist like the filthy slút she is. The whole crowd down there, tipsy folks sipping on their beers and dancing away, has a clear view through the see-through barrier. They can see every inch of her exposed ass, pale cheeks already marked with my handprints from the spanking I gave her minutes ago. Her black lace thong is down, her dripping cunt on full display, glistening under the neon lights that pulse like a heartbeat."You think you can drug me, you stubborn little bitch, and get away with it?" I growl into her ear, my voice low and feral, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back. She slipped something into my drink earlier; I really thought she was just being a good and well-behaved wife. But some crazy stuff went down. Now she's the one paying, her body trembling agains
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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 94: Punishment
Dax Donomie's point of viewI grip the cold glass railing on the second floor of this packed bar, my knuckles white as I bend Astrella over it, her silk red dress hiked up around her waist like the filthy slút she is. The whole crowd down there, tipsy folks sipping on their beers and dancing away, has a clear view through the see-through barrier. They can see every inch of her exposed ass, pale cheeks already marked with my handprints from the spanking I gave her minutes ago. Her black lace thong is down, her dripping cunt on full display, glistening under the neon lights that pulse like a heartbeat."You think you can drug me, you stubborn little bitch, and get away with it?" I growl into her ear, my voice low and feral, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back. She slipped something into my drink earlier; I really thought she was just being a good and well-behaved wife. But some crazy stuff went down. Now she's the one paying, her body trembling agains
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 93: Molly
Astrella Honey's point of view The music didn’t just get louder; it became a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums until the world outside the red lights ceased to exist. I was halfway through my second drink, feeling the heat of the alcohol starting to blur the sharp edges of the room, when I felt it. It was that sudden, icy hitch in the air, the primal instinct that tells you you’re being hunted. It’s the subtle shift when someone recognizes you before you’ve even realized they’re there. I turned my head, slow and fluid, just enough to catch a glimpse of the bar. A man was standing there, his hand frozen mid-air as he reached for a glass. He wasn't shocked, and he definitely wasn't scared. His expression was pure, unfiltered recognition. His eyes crawled over my face, scanning my features like he was flipping through the pages of a dusty, forbidden memory, one he should
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 92: Strategíc
Astrella Honey's point of view Ten minutes later, the air had finally cleared. We were done talking bullshit for the night. Dax was down the hall, probably busy threatening someone in that terrifyingly polite tone of his, and Ciejill was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through her phone as if she hadn't just sabotaged my peace and quiet twice in one hour. It was the perfect window of opportunity. I grabbed my phone and swiped through my apps until I found the one group chat I hadn't dared to touch since everything went south. The Lovely Buricats. My thumb hovered over the icon for a split second, a tiny pulse of hesitation, and then I just went for it. I hit the video call button. One ring. Two. Then chaarrann! “WAIT—WAIT—GUYS, STOP! MY HAIR IS A TOTAL MESS!” The screen exploded into a glorious, familiar mess of noise and pixels. Liza was the first to pop up, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head as she stared at the camera. “ASTRELLA?!” Then Leona’s face shoved in
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 91: Clubbing
Astrella Honey's point of view “This,” I murmured, my voice barely a breath in the dark, “is suspiciously peaceful.” Dax let out a low, dry huff of a laugh. “Don’t jinx it, Astrella.” I smiled, tilting my head back to look at him, my guards finally down— A loud knocked happened. The sound exploded through the room. The heavy bedroom door literally shook on its hinges like it owed someone money. “What the—” I bolted upright, my heart trying to jump out of my chest. “OPEN UP!” Ciejill’s voice shrieked from the hallway. “EMERGENCY! CODE RED! MAYDAY!” I flinched so hard I nearly headbutted Dax in the jaw. He let out a long, pained groan, his head hitting the headboard with a dull thud. “IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I’M COMING IN!” she screamed. “I HAVE A KEYCARD AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!” I scrambled to the edge of the bed, adrenaline repl
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 90: Leaving
Astrella Honey's point of view A few weeks went by like a long, held breath.It wasn't exactly peaceful, more like a heavy silence. New York just kept moving, totally indifferent to the fact that our entire world had been flipped upside down. We were recalibrating, trying to figure out our new normal. My life became a cycle of training sessions in the morning and high-stakes meetings at night. I was learning the hard way which rooms I could walk in and dominate, and which ones required me to sit back, watch, and wait before I opened my mouth.And now, the day was finally here, Igor was leaving.His suitcase was already sitting by the penthouse door. It was black, plain, and packed with military precision. Honestly, I wouldn't expect anything less. Igor doesn’t pack emotions; he packs exits.I stood a few steps back, my arms folded tightly across my chest, pretending I wasn’t counting down the seconds until he walked out.“Last call,”
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 89: Power
Dax Donomie's point of view “So?” Ciejill dragged the word out, leaning against the counter like she owned the place. “Astrella’s definitely okay now, right? I mean, the wound’s not even that deep. Hm?” She tilted her head, her eyes already flickering with that look, the one that meant she was plotting absolute chaos. “Can we go to a bar? A victory party is definitely in order.” “No.” The word was out of my mouth before my brain even had a chance to negotiate. “Yes.” Astrella’s voice cut right through mine at the exact same time. I closed my eyes for a half-second, feeling a headache brewing. Fvck. I swear, evil people live forever. That’s the only logical explanation for why I’m still breathing right now. I opened my eyes slowly and just looked at her. She was lounging on the arm of the couch, one leg crossed over the other, with her bandage peeking out just enough to remind us all that she’d nearly di
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