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Owned by the Smiraldi Brothers
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2026-03-05 16:32:11Maya
My father sold me in exchange for a spot with the mafia’s most dangerous twin brothers.
I became their object, forced to please their every desires. No matter how screwed up it is, I have no choice but to obey. Because I belong to them. Claimed rightfully with my father’s blessings. So I stay still, arms and legs chained to a cross. I’ve long given up fighting.
“You can’t cum until I ask you to,” Rossi says with a nine tail in his hand. This room smells like him. Cedar and something dangerous. My head hangs low as I stare at the ground, watching him circle behind me. I’m completely naked and in his bondage. He owns me tonight.
Rossi makes a walk back to the front and holds my chin up, making me stare at him. His dark brown eyes that matches the colour of his hair. Full lips that torments my very being, running me from the insides out.
“You are mine, mi hija.”
He trails the nine tail down my dip of my throat to my cleavage till he cups my core and I hold back a gasp. I know better than to make a sound.
“Every part of you belongs to me.”
I look up to meet his gaze.
“I belong to you,” I reply.
Rossi moves behind me and I feel his entire presence as he leans closer.
“Disobey me and you get punished,” he whispers into my ears, putting a blindfold over my eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut as I nod in response.
“But first–” A loud whip sound fills the air now. I muffle a scream, arching from the impact of the nine tail on my back. It leaves a burning sensation in my skin.
“Now, we begin.”
My body stiffens with his fingers settling on my ass cheeks. He squeezes them hard and sticks a finger into my ass hole. I stifle a sob, balling my fist when his finger begins to thrust into my butthole. My toes curl as he slips in another finger.
“Like that huhn?” Rossi grunts, fingerfucking my ass hard. I hold back sobs, consumed by the burning sensation in my butthole as he fucks me hard. Stretching the wall of my butt with each thrust going deeper. His palm curls to my meet my pussy. Wet and ready for him.
My throat hurts, swallowing my moans as Rossi begins to rub my clit. It feels so damn good. My muscles tense from the build up and tremors skittering through my body. I let out a breath as he slips his fingers out my butthole. But I know he isn’t near done with me yet. I wait another minute hearing nothing but his footsteps and no idea of what’s happening next. Rossi has always been unpredictable. Unlike his twin brother, Rosso.
It takes a few seconds of listening to my own breaths before I feel him near me again. His cool breath underneath my pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I let out a whimper. My folds parted by Rossi’s tongue. Oh god.
“Honeycomb,” he breathes against my core.
I pull my wrists hard against the chain as he begins to feast on my pussy, like he has been starving for it. His tongue is everywhere. Parting, licking…tasting…..dividing me open. It’s getting harder to hold back my moans, my wrists and ankles hurting from struggling to set myself free from the pleasure. Rossi holds my ass cheeks and spreads me open completely as he devours me. He eats my pussy with all his devotion, making groaning sounds as he feasts. He slips a finger into my pussy and I scream out loud, failing to hold back any longer.
“You’re going to get punished, mi hija,” Rossi grunts, slipping another finger into my pussy.
Then I lose my mind.
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