All Chapters of The Mafia Don's obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Valentina povTwo weeks later."Please, Alexander," I pleaded, my voice trembling as heat flushed my cheeks. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "I need you... I need you inside me so badly."A deep groan escaped him as his tongue teased me, his thick fingers curling inside, hitting the sensitive spot perfectly that drove me insane."Yes… just like that," I gasped, my head falling back in pure ecstasy. I moved against his hand, chasing the release building within me.I was so close. So close that I actually saw stars. My toes curled as Alexander held my thighs firmly apart, preventing me from closing them."Hmm, such a good girl," he murmured, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive heat. "Cum for me—I want to taste all of you."His pace quickened, fingers moving faster and harder inside me. A gasp tore from my lips as my grip on his hair tightened. My head fell back, overwhelmed by the intensity of my impending release."Alexande

Valentina pov "Good boy, you listened to Aunt Martha today, didn't you? I'm so proud of you," I said with a soft smile, ruffling Felix's hair gently. He nodded twice in response, his toothy grin lighting up his face as he puffed out his chest and leaned into my touch like a little puppy seeking affection. "You finished your broccoli too? All of it?" I asked softly again, recalling how, just yesterday, when Martha tried to feed him broccoli, he had bolted into my room, clinging to me like a lifeline and stubbornly refusing to eat even a single bite. Despite all the maids’ attempts to persuade him, Felix wouldn’t listen to anyone but me. So seeing him behave so obediently now felt like nothing short of a miracle. But that wasn’t even the most surprising part about this kid. Just minutes ago, I had been caught off guard by the sight of a small army of maids chasing after him, their frantic cries of “Master Felix!” echoing through the halls as he ran to me. Meanwhile, Felix just

Alexander stood frozen, his eyes locked on Felix as the boy positioned himself protectively in front of me. The air was thick with tension, and for a moment, it felt like they were engaged in a silent staring contest. Neither of them backed down or looked away and everyone around me held their breath and watched, waiting to see what would happen. At that moment, it was almost impossible not to notice the striking similarities between Alexander and Felix. Similar dark hair, gray eyes and the way they both carried themselves. Felix was basically the mini Alexander, both radiating a natural air of authority, though Felix was only still a child compared to his father. He lacked the sheer dominance and power that Alexander exuded. Nevertheless, the kid still stood his ground, he didn't flinch– not once before the imposing figure of the man before him. I raised a brow in confusion at the scene, wondering what on earth was going on. I couldn’t understand how everything spiraled out of co

Valentina pov"So you're telling me that I won't be sleeping with Alexander tonight?" I asked, my voice filled with shock as I stood there, suitcase in hand."But why?! I've even packed my clothes and everything. Did we used to sleep in separate rooms before? Because, quite frankly, tell me—what kind of husband and wife sleep in different rooms?"Martha's eyes flickered to the suitcase in my hand, a hint of amusement crossing her features before she quickly cleared her throat. The smile vanished, and she spoke with an almost businesslike tone."That is because sir believes madam is not well enough to share a bed with him. He has given orders for you to stay in this room for the time being until you recover."I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her words. Damn it, we’d been repeating the same thing for the past five minutes and she wasn’t listening."But I’m fine," I insisted, my voice thick in frustration. "I know my body better than anyone else, and I strongly believe I’m well enough to ha

Valentina pov You know those moments in life when you act purely on instinct? When something inside you takes over, compelling you to do something spontaneous and completely irrational? Well… I kissed him. Before I even realized what I was doing, my body moved on its own, acting before my brain could catch up. And I did it—for one reason only: I hated being told what to do. Alexander stood frozen for the second time today as I pressed my lips softly against his. He didn’t move, and I began to doubt if what I had done was a mistake. The man clearly didn’t like me for reasons I couldn’t understand—maybe, just maybe, we didn’t have a good relationship before my accident, but that didn’t mean he had the right to treat me this way. His words earlier felt like a taunt, daring me to do something, and without thinking, I did it to prove him wrong. But now, it felt like I had just made a huge mistake. My eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the moment our gazes locked, a shiver ran