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Chapter 20: Don’t You Dare
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*Warning: Graphic Content Ahead* This story contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and degradation. Reader discretion is advised. The content may be triggering or disturbing for some individuals. Proceed with caution. “I want her to be part of my girls,” Dominic repeated, quieter now. But darker. Dirtier. He turned the collar in his hand slowly, like he could already feel it tightening around her virgin throat. “She’ll be number four. She’ll bleed. She’ll scream. She’ll crawl.” Then his voice dipped lower. Sicker. You could tell what ever he was planning was gonna be brutal. Sick asf. “But this isn’t just about her.” Matteo leaned forward, intrigued. “No?” Dominic’s jaw flexed as he lifted his glass again, letting the scotch burn down his throat before speaking. “I’m doing this for Isadora.” Romano blinked. “Wait. What?” He turned to them. Fully. His eyes were sharp and dark and you can tell by the fire in it. “I want her to watch. I want her to feel every
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Dominic’s Study – Minutes Later The door shut behind Leone. Dominic didn’t move. He Didn’t speak. Didn’t even blink as the footsteps sounded down the hall..faint, then gone. He stared at the red envelope on his desk. Still slightly warm. Still carrying the weight of what was inside. The photo. The girl. She was naked, kneeling down and chocked. Branded on the hip with a Russian mark like fucking cattle.He stared at the picture for long. Just dragged the cigarette to his lips and breathed deep, letting the smoke curl in his chest and burn slow. Then the door creaked open. They didn’t knock. They never did. They knew better. Matteo. Romano. Nico. Dominic didn’t lift his eyes. They knew the rules. Matteo spoke first. “The fuck is that smell boss? You still dripping from fucking Isadora upstairs?” Dominic didn’t answer. He flicked the photo toward him. Matteo caught it. Stared. And whistled low. “Well, well. Look at this little puttanella. On her knees already.”
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The door clicked shut behind him. Dominic didn’t say a word. He walked in slow, letting the robe brush against his thighs, the silk of the robe clinging to his skin still wet with sweat and sex. He didn’t care. Didn’t clean up. Didn’t mask the scent of what he’d just done to the girl in his bed. Let it waft through the air. Leone sat across from him didn’t stand. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. He sat with one leg draped over the other, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. A half-finished glass of bourbon sat untouched beside him. Expensive. Aged.. He looked bored. Which pissed Dominic off. “Don Valenzo,” he said finally. “You keep powerful men waiting now?” Dominic’s mouth curved. But it wasn’t a smile. “I was busy,” he replied. “Busy,” the man echoed, lifting the glass. He didn’t drink it. Just held it under his nose. Sniffed. “Ah. I see.” Why the fuck are you here.” Leone smiled around his cigar. “Good to see you too, Don Valenzo.” Domi
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The maid was gone now but Dominic didn’t flinch.Didn’t blink.Didn’t breathe any different than he had before he destroyed her.He stood at the edge of the bed, watching.Isadora lay broken on the mattress.Face down.Ass up.Legs sprawled open like an offering.Her cunt still gaped.Still twitched.Still leaked with thick, creamy strings of his cum, dripping down between the folds, leaving wet trails across the backs of her trembling thighs. Her inner walls kept spasming, like her pussy hadn’t realized he was done. Like it was still begging for him to come back. Her body hadn’t caught up to her mind yet. It was still in heat. Still in fuck mode. Still lost in the violent rhythm he’d fucked into her until her voice cracked from screaming his name.Her spine curved in a deep arch, her fat ass pushed high in the air, cheeks red from slaps, skin streaked with spit, cum, and the dark blooming bruises of his fingerprints. Her back rose and fell fast, shallow breaths making her massive
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She couldn’t speak.Couldn’t fucking breathe.Her body was soaked. Drenched in cum and sweat and spit. Her arms trembled beneath her. Her legs were spread wide, too wide, held open by his weight as Dominic pressed his cock deeper into her soaked cunt, one slow thrust at a time. Her belly bulged with every pump of his thick shaft. Her pussy was stretched to its limit, red and raw and clenching around him like it didn’t want to let him go.He didn’t let up.Not once.He fucked her like she was made for it. Like she wasn’t even human anymore. Just a hole. A wet, twitching hole stuffed full of cock and cream.Her nipples were swollen. His teeth had marked them. His tongue had licked them raw. Her tits..big, soft, bouncing..were covered in spit and smears of cum. They jiggled violently with every thrust. They glowed pink from how much he had played with them.He slapped one.It bounced.He grinned.“You feel that, baby?” His voice was a growl, low and dangerous in her ear. “You hear that
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Isadora didn’t hesitate. She dropped lower onto trembling hands, knees stained from spit and cum, the mess of what he’d done to her still fresh on her lips, her throat, her thighs. Her breath came in gasps. She crawled slowly, her body swaying, her ruined pussy glistening under the dim light. Her tits bounced gently beneath her crumpled nightgown, her hips rolling with every inch forward, and she didn’t look back. Dominic watched her like a god watching his favorite sinner grovel. He stroked his length..hard, veined, glistening..grunting as she climbed onto the bed like she belonged there. Like she knew what her place was now. On her back. Open. Ready. “Turn around.” She flipped onto her back without a word. Hair spread across the pillow. Mouth still shining from his cum, her bare tits heaving, nipples hard. Her legs parted instinctively, exposing her soaked little hole, red and twitching. . “Keep your legs open.” His voice dropped into gravel. “If they close, I’ll chain them
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It slapped against his abdomen, thick veins bulging along the shaft, the flushed head glistening with precum that dripped in strings. It was the kind of dick that made a girl forget her own name. The kind that wasn’t meant to be gentle. The kind that ruined. Isadora couldn’t breathe. Her eyes dropped to it like she was hypnotized. And she fucking was. Her mouth opened on instinct. A whimper slipped out. Her thighs rubbed together. She wanted it. She needed it. Her pussy was already clenching again, dripping against her inner thighs just from looking at it. Dominic gripped her hair. Hard. Yanked her face up to look at him. “Not yet,” he growled. “First…” Isadora didn’t hesitate. She dropped lower onto trembling hands, knees shaky and stained with the mess of what he’d done to her still fresh on her lips, her throat, her thighs. Her breath came in gasps. She crawled slowly, her body swaying, her ruined pussy glistening under the dim light. Her tits bounced gently beneat
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 43: Consumed By Him
He moved closer. One hand on the bedpost. The other reaching out, slow, dragging the back of his fingers along her flushed cheek. Her lips parted. He traced one. His touch was light. Barely there. But it burned. “Vuoi che creda che ti sei toccata così, urlando come una puttana, per qualcun altro?” (You want me to believe you touched yourself like that, screaming like a whore, for someone else?) She swallowed. Couldn’t speak. “Guardati,” he said. His hand slid down. Cupped her throat. (Look at you) His thumb stroked her pulse a bit, felt how fast it raced. “Così rossa. Così calda. Così bagnata…” (So red. So hot. So wet.) He leaned down, mouth brushing her ear. “Ti ho guardata, Principessa. Ti ho sentita. Il modo in cui gemi quando pensi a me.” (I watched you, Princess. I heard you. The way you moan when you think about me.) His lips dragged along her jaw. “Ti sei spalmata sul letto come una troietta in calore.” (You smeared yourself on that bed like a little
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Gianna shivered. Not from the cold. But from the memory. Of Isadora taste. Her cries. The way her thighs clenched around her face like she didn’t even know what she was doing but her body did. She licked her lips slowly. Cum still thick on her tongue. “She didn’t even fight,” she whispered. “You remember that? She didn’t scream. She didn’t push. She just… whimpered.” Valentina sucked in a breath. “I felt her hips move. When I had my fingers inside her… she was fucking grinding on me.” Sofia nodded, her hands gripping her knees like she was trying not to slip back into it. “She liked it.” Gianna turned to her sharply. “No,” she said. “She needed it.” Valentina’s breath hitched. “Do you think she thinks about it now? When he fucks her? Do you think she remembers our tongues while his cock is inside her?” Sofia let out a strangled laugh. “Maybe she’s still wet from us. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t stopped touching her.” Gianna’s jaw clenched. “She’s not better than us.” “S
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