All Chapters of A Submissive For The Beastly Mafia: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72ALLESIAMy entire body felt like a large herd of cattles had trampled on me everyday for the last two weeks. It's been nearly twenty minutes since Russel finally decided to let me rest after the fourth round. I never thought I would experience a single orgasm in my life not to talk of six in a night, but here I was. I already tried to get up twice before, even though I did it stealthily, but both times I found out my legs were too limp for their own good. So I just lay still beside him, my body utterly spent, like every ounce of energy had been drawn out of me. While I was drained, physically and emotionally, Russel did not share the same enthusiasm. In fact, he was lying on his side right now, typing away on his phone without even sparing me a glance. Somehow, I felt like I was invisible, maybe he simply forgot I was there or something, or maybe I just wanted some acknowledgment from him. I stole a glance at him, hoping he would look at me, but he didn’t spare me a singl

Chapter 74ALLESIAI stirred on the bed, partially feeling a mixture of exhaustion and laziness. I reached for the soft pillow to cuddle since it helped me sleep better that way. But then I recalled that I had something– someone to make me feel even better, and so I reached for Russel's side of the bed. Sometime last night I remember wrapping my hands around him and falling into a deep slumber while he was still working. His strong, powerful arms were a perfect shield and headrest, providing me with all the warmth and comfort I needed to have the best night.Who knew that sleeping in a man's arms could be that sweet? I was really hoping for that kind of luxury this morning, but I was disappointed to find that I was alone on the bed—his side of the bed was totally empty. I blinked severally and finally forced my eyes open fully. That was when I realized that this was not the cool, red and black interior of Russel's playroom, instead, it was my boring bedroom. How did I end up here? T

Chapter 76 RUSSEL“Really, Capo?” Kegan scolded as soon as Nikolai left, “You legit just blew up our only chance at getting a grip on Ignacio’s greedy neck. What if Nikolai comes back here with Ignacio and Uncle Matteo's men breathing fire and brimstone?”I scoffed, “Fuck Nikolai and your pot bellied uncle, and most especially, fuck Ignacio for all the shitty things he has done.”Nikolai shook his head, “You know our problem isn't exactly going to fuck itself too?”“Then you can grab a condom and fuck it,” I replied blankly, “I’m sure you could use the extra fun.”Kegan glanced between me and Dylan before he stormed out of the room after glaring at me for so long.Dylan grabbed a bottle of vodka and turned to leave too, but he stopped by the door, “Let's just hope that the stubborn Nik comes back,” he said, “If he doesn't, we'll have to assemble everyone and prepare for a forceful overtake. Keep me posted on the Chicago stash.” He said on his way out. As calmly as I could, I undresse

Chapter 78ALLESIA ~~~°~~~A WEEK LATERI was gently awoken by a soft stroke of my hair, I opened my eyes, but the heated rays of the sun filtering through the window forced me to shut them again. That soft, almost impossible stroke, this time on my cheek made me smile before squinting until my eyes adjusted to the blinding light. “Morning Sunshine,” Russel's calm voice greeted.I sat up, surprised, “You're here?” “Yep. I take it you slept well?” “So you didn't return to your room?”“I only brought you in here about thirty minutes ago, I felt guilty because I knew you would wake up any moment from now so I stayed. It’s past ten.” I sighed and brushed my hair back, “You're really making me get used to sleeping in that red room while you work and now I can't even sleep in my own room.”Russel chuckled, drawing me closer so that I had no choice but to wrap my hands around his neck while he held my waist tightly, “I like to think you sleep better when I'm around.”“You spoil me!” I c

Chapter 80 RUSSEL Tonight was about blood and fire, about legacy and rebirth. About Dario becoming something more than just a kid we'd rescued from Ignacio Salvatore's clutches. I watched him from across the room, his shoulders squared despite what he was about to experience. The kid had spent weeks preparing under Kegan's watchful eye, learning our ways, our codes. He'd come a long way from the terrified boy who wouldn't speak to anyone but me. "We’re not rendering you choiceless," I told him, my voice echoing in the cavernous space. "You can still leave now." The concrete floor beneath us was painted with an ancient symbol—a serpent devouring its own tail, surrounded by seven stars. Nikolai and Dylan stood at opposite points of the circle, their faces half-shadowed by the flickering torchlight that lined the walls. "I've already walked too far to turn back, Boss," Dario replied, meeting my gaze without flinching. "The Salvatores are my past. This—you—are my future." A tight