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Chapter 104: Open Those Lips
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The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 104: Open Those Lips
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.He reached out and gripped her chin between his gloved fingers, lifting her face until their eyes met fully.“Dominic, right?” he asked softly. “You were moaning his name so loud I could hear it all the way down the hall. Your sweet little voice echoing while your pussy soaked itself for a man who isn’t here to stop me.”Her jaw clenched.But he only chuckled.“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered. “You’re the one dripping. You’re the one touching yourself in a dungeon, tied up, helpless, moaning for a man who left you behind. If that’s not a cry for attention, I don’t know what is.”She jerked her head away, but he caught her by the throat. Not hard. Not bruising. Just enough to make her feel the weight of it. The pressure.“Go on then,” he said. “Tell me to stop. Tell me you didn’t want to be caught like this. Tell me you didn’t want him to walk in and find you desperate, needy, filthy.”His thumb brushed her bottom lip.Her legs tensed.Her nipples
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 103: Were You Thinking Of Him?
She was soaked.Not with water. Not with tears.With need.There was a sticky heat pooling between her thighs that had no right to be there. Her cunt was trembling, dripping, fucking pulsing like it hadn’t just been humiliated—like it didn’t remember the way those bastards used her, stripped her, mocked her and sucked her nipples. Her nipples were still raw from their mouths. Her chest still burned from the slap. And yet all she could feel was the filthy throb of arousal rising inside her like it wanted to devour everything else.It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.She wasn’t supposed to ache for him now. Not while she was still chained, still naked, still smeared in dried sweat and someone else’s spit.But Dominic was close.She could feel it.The air had changed again, dense with his presence even if he hadn’t opened that door yet. The shadows in the corners of the room felt like they were retreating, shivering from the rage heading toward them.And her body—the traitorous, needy
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 102: He Touched Himself
Dominic staggered backward, stumbling into the far wall. He dragged his hand across his face, leaving a smear of blood over his jaw, and closed his eyes for half a second. But the moment he did, her body flashed behind his eyelids. Her tits rising as she panted. Her nipples stiff. Shiny. Pink. His. He swore. “Fuck.” His back hit the concrete. He slid down it until he was seated on the floor, legs sprawled, breath catching in his throat like he was choking on his own obsession. His cock was already hard—painfully, violently hard beneath his bloodied pants. He wasn’t even touching himself yet and he was already aching. He undid his belt. He yanked his zipper down. “Fucking hell, baby,” he muttered, tilting his head back against the wall. “Look what you do to me.” He shoved his hand into his boxers and gripped his cock, groaning the second his fingers wrapped around the base. It was thick. Heavy. Angry. Every throb pulsed with images of her tits being sucked, bitten, expose
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 101: Blood And Obsession
His fists were soaked in blood now—his or theirs, it didn’t fucking matter. One guard was already unconscious on the ground, his jaw hanging loose, blood gushing from his mouth like a broken pipe. Another was crawling toward the exit, leaving a trail of crimson and teeth across the floor. But Dominic didn’t stop. He kept moving forward, kept swinging, kept destroying every breathing thing that stood between him and the woman they dared to touch. He turned toward the last guard in the room—the one who had given the order. The bastard with the phone. The one who watched her be humiliated and smiled. Dominic lunged at him like a predator loosed from Hell. His elbow crashed into the man’s temple, and before the man even hit the floor, Dominic ripped the phone from his hand and slammed it into the wall, shattering it on impact. Sparks exploded. Plastic cracked. The connection severed. But it was too late. The damage had already been done. Isadora had been touched. Her nippl
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 100: He Sucked Her N*pples
The man on the phone smirked and didn’t even glance at him. “You’re not in charge anymore, Dom. This time, we decide what happens to her. Not you.” Dominic’s voice rose again, deeper, more furious than anything that had ever left his throat. “She is mine!” he roared. “You want to hurt me? You want to make me watch? Fine. But the second you touch her, you sign your own fucking death warrant.” He turned fully, facing them now, blood dripping from his wrists, chains taut like they could snap any second. “I will not just kill you. I will erase you. You won’t get a funeral. You won’t get a name. I will burn every file that ever said you existed and piss on the ashes.” But the man on the phone just chuckled. “Too late.” Then he raised the volume on his phone. And through the speakers, Dominic heard her sob. “No. Please don’t—please don’t touch me—Dominic—” He slammed forward again, this time so hard the steel ring around his cuff cracked against the wall. The screen sh
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 99: Watch Her Scream
On the screen, Isadora shifted, her thighs trembling. Her breath hitched. She whispered again. “Dominic…” His entire body jerked forward like the sound of her voice cracked something open inside him. “Oh fuck,” he growled under his breath. “Oh fuck, they naked you. They fucking laid you bare. They made you cry, baby. Look at your fucking tits, shaking from panic.” His voice cracked like thunder now. “Vaffanculo tutti quanti,” he roared, turning around slowly to face the men in the room. “Siete morti. Ve lo giuro. Siete già morti, bastardi.” (Fuck all of you. You’re dead. I swear it. You’re already fucking dead, bastards.) The room went still. The one who had taunted him shifted his stance slightly, like maybe for the first time, he felt it too—the weight of Dominic’s rage. The inevitability of death when the wrong man has something to avenge. Dominic turned back to the screen. His eyes burned. His fists shook. He pressed his cuffed hands to the table beside him, lean
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