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Chapter 55: The Red Lingerie
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The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 56: The Ritual
The mansion doors groaned open like they knew who had arrived. Dominic walked through the entrance like a storm that had found a body. His presence hit the floor harder than his boots. He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. His black shirt clung to his chest like it was afraid to be in the way. His neck was bare. No tie. His throat gleamed with sweat. His left hand wore rings that had choked girls until their eyes rolled back in bliss and his right was clenched into a fist like it was already holding her throat. Behind him she came. The girl. The gift. The untouched little virgin with lips too soft and steps too scared and a dress that screamed innocence in a house that spat on it. She clutched a single bag like it had weapons inside but it only held pastels and panties and the scent of a life that was about to end. Dominic didn’t look at her. Didn’t glance. Didn’t care. She wasn’t for him. She was for her. “Elena,” he said. And the maid was already there. Already bowing. Already t
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 55: The Red Lingerie
The towel slipped from her hips as It hit the floor like a funeral bell. Isadora stood there naked. Dripping. Breathing too loud. Her nipples were hard. Her thighs slick from the bath. Her pulse throbbed at the base of her throat, like her body already knew it was being prepped for sacrifice. And still.. She reached for the red. It was there. Tucked into the farthest corner of the wardrobe, buried behind other things she’d tried to forget…black lace, white silk, the see-through one he’d used the first night he choked her while whispering “Cry for me, baby. Louder.” But the red? She hadn’t dared wear it. Not yet. Because red meant something else. Red was his favorite. Red meant blood. Meant ritual. Meant he wanted to remember what you looked like when you broke. She grabbed it with fingers that trembled like reeds in a storm. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..get it together, Isadora. You’re not gonna survive this if you start crying now.” She to
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 54: The Dark Ritual
“What?” Amanda’s eyes didn’t leave hers. She knelt a little closer to the tub, her hands resting on the rim, soaked from rinsing the cloth. Her voice dropped even lower, like she was afraid the walls might be listening. And maybe they were. “The girl…” Amanda began, slow, deliberate, each word dragging like it weighed too much to speak quickly, “…she’s not here to replace you. She’s part of your next… evolution.” Isadora’s brow furrowed. Amanda leaned in just a little more. “He told Matteo and Romano she’s pure. Eighteen. Untouched. He said he picked her personally. That he bought her from a collector in Romania. One of those sick bastards who raise girls to be ‘gifted’ to men like him. He said she hasn’t even seen a man’s cock before.” Isadora’s stomach turned violently. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Amanda kept going. “Dom didn’t want her for himself,” she whispered. “He said her innocence would do nothing for him. That he’d break her in a blink, and it’d be over too f
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 53: Lesson In Submission
Meanwhile. Isadora was in the tub. She hadn’t moved in over twenty minutes. Not really. Her knees stayed drawn to her chest, arms looped around them in a tight knot like if she squeezed hard enough, she could hold herself together. Like she could keep from spilling out. From falling apart again. Steam rose in gentle tendrils, soft and wet against her skin. It kissed her collarbones. Slipped along her jaw. Wrapped around her shoulders like a ghost..warm, cloying, persistent. It made her feel dizzy. Too much like she was still under him. Still beneath him. Still in that bed. The water had turned pink. Just slightly. Faint streaks blooming near her thighs, like memories that wouldn’t die. Her body ached in ways that defied logic. Her skin felt swollen. Sensitive. Touched too much. Touched too hard. Like every nerve ending was bruised and blistered. Her thighs still trembled, even though the room was warm. Even though she hadn’t moved. Even though the worst was over. Except it wasn
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 52: He Took Her
The room didn’t breathe. Not when the curtains parted. Not when the spotlight spilled onto the stage like a mouth opening to devour. Not when she stepped out. Lot Seventeen. She wasn’t escorted. She was presented. Like prey on a leash. Like a final fucking meal. The girl moved slow, knees shaking with every step across the polished ground. Her ankles quivered, toes curling slightly with each contact against the cold floor. The blindfold covered half her face, tied at the back in a satin bow, but it couldn’t hide the way her lips were trembling around the silk gag shoved between them. Her arms were bound in front of her with a knot of lace ribbon. Technically the ribbon was useless cause it was so loose that it would be easy for her to escape but honestly she couldn’t fight if she wanted to. She couldn’t run. She couldn’t scream. And yet she walked. She was small and slender as her skin almost glowing under the low gold light. She was untouched and unspoiled.. She looked
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 51: The Auction
Dominic’s POV(Part One: The Arrival )~~The estate didn’t have a name.It didn’t need one.Everyone who mattered knew exactly what happened there. And everyone who didn’t? They weren’t important enough to survive it.The car stopped in silence. No announcement. No valet. No sound beyond the hum of the engine as the gravel crunched as the back door opened.Dominic Virelli stepped out.No one dared breathe.He didn’t look around. Didn’t need to. He already owned the space the moment his boot hit the stone. He moved slowly. Lazily. The kind of slow that wasn’t hesitation. It was confidence. The kind of walk that said he wasn’t showing up to compete. He was showing up to collect.His coat was black and fucking sharp. Open just enough to show a glimpse of chest, the curve of a tattoo curling beneath his skin. The matte mask covered the upper half of his face, smooth and bare like it had been carved from onyx. There was no gold on it or whatsoever . Just absence. And it was enough.Beca
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 50: The Dark Master
*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
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 49: The Auction Girl
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.”
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 48: The Valenzo Rule
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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