All Chapters of Mafia King’s Obsession Chained by Lust.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

(Niko’s POV)The air between us ignited—raw, primal, and charged with the weight of unspoken threats. Alessio De Luca stood before me, a predator savoring his prey, his dominance carving through the space like a blade through silk.His eyes, dark and unforgiving, pierced into me—merciless, unrelenting, stripping me bare beyond flesh, beyond pride, to the trembling core of my soul.But I answered that power with fire, my defiance burning bright and wild, a silent dare: Break me if you can.“You’ll break,” he murmured, fingers tightening, a promise and a threat. His voice is a dark velvet promise, rich with control and temptation. His fingers trailed along my jaw—slow, possessive, a caress and a claim. His lips hovered near my skin, his breath hot, dangerous, and maddeningly intimate. “The question is—how long until you beg me for it, malyshka?”I spat blood, my lips curling into a crooked smirk. Defiance blazed within me, even as a treacherous heat stirred under his touch. In your drea

(Niko’s POV)I should’ve expected it—the calm before the storm. But I didn’t, and now I was here, tangled in a web of power, submission, and chaos.Caught between the storm that was Alessio De Luca and the hurricane that raged inside me. My body ached, bruised and marked, but my mind was sharper than ever, determined to remain intact.Alessio loomed over me, his presence suffocating, like the weight of the sky pressing down. His gaze felt like fire, each look a reminder of what he could do—and what he would do if I let him.His eyes, those dark, dangerous eyes, burned with something more than lust.They burned with the satisfaction of someone who knew that control was only an inch away from his grasp.His lips on my flogged skin still tingled on my skin, a reminder of the power he held over me. That touch—electric, searing, and dangerous—had sparked something in me I didn’t want to acknowledge.I hated how it burned through me, igniting a desire I wasn’t ready to admit. But I couldn’t

(Niko’s POV)The pain doesn’t arrive like lightning.It settles.A slow heat beneath my skin. A tightening in my ribs every time I breathe too deep. My back feels flayed open, each welt pulsing in time with my heartbeat.Alessio's men earlier had shown no mercy, their blows relentless and calculated.I refuse to bend.Alessio is speaking behind me—calm, detached—discussing shipments, territory lines, numbers that mean nothing to me. His voice is smooth again. Controlled.Like I don’t exist.Good.Let him forget I’m here.I straighten, even as black spots bloom at the edge of my vision. I will not sway. I will not—The room tilts.My knees give out before pride can save me.The marble rushes up—And I never hit it.Strong arms catch me mid-fall.A curse tears through the air.Not elegant. Not amused.Rage.“What happened to him? He was fine earlier."The room freezes.I’ve heard Alessio cold.I’ve heard him cruel.I have never heard him like this.“He was resisting, boss—” one of the g