Alle Kapitel von Mr. Mafia's Obsession : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Chiara wasn’t the kind of person who could talk a sad person out of their depressed state. She was more of the kind of person who would encourage other people to do it, and maybe that was why her father was such a mess. Her father’s mental state wouldn’t encourage her to start now, but with Allegra’s pleading, she felt like she didn’t have a choice.She trailed behind Allegra in silence, mentally preparing herself to be emotionally present. She sighed, suddenly feeling unsure. What was she supposed to say to him?“We’re here,” Allegra suddenly announced, interrupting Chiara’s thoughts. The duo stared silently at the door that divided them and Dante. Allegra turned to Chiara, her face making her seem as nervous as Chiara was. “You know what to do, right? Just talk to him and try to make him feel better.” She didn’t wait for Chiara’s response before she opened the door and pushed Chiara into the room.Chiara stumbled but quickly steadied herself against the door which Allegra had shut.

"...And, if you're starting to forget that, how about I remind you by having your pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick?" Chiara went still. She still remembered the last time she was forced to give Dante a blowjob. As the memories forced its way back to her head, she could feel unshed tears stinging her eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she muttered, her voice cracking due to tears she struggled to hold back. "I-it was a mistake. Why are you being so mean? You kissed me at the funeral so why are you hurting me like its my fault it happened?" Dante flinched. This wasn't the respond that he wanted. His expression hardened and he looked at her blankly. "This isn't about the kiss. You disobeyed me and hit me, I'm only punishing you so why do you have to bring up the kiss? I kiss you whenever I want, the funeral is no big deal." Chiara winced, but kept quiet. A part of her felt hurt because of what Dante had said, but she pushed the feeling aside and watched silently as he moved towards h

Two days. That was how long it had been since Dante and Chiara shared that kiss. She could still remember the cold look he gave her after pulling away—he hadn’t said a word before leaving her alone. They hadn’t spoken since. He always seemed to be anywhere Chiara wasn’t.“Why does he seem to be avoiding me?” she murmured, resting her head on her pillow. She stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it.The kiss played again in her head, and her hand subconsciously went to her lips. There was something about Dante’s kiss—especially since he’d stopped kissing her so possessively—that lingered differently.“…It was just a kiss…”His words echoed like a broken record. He had said the same thing after the kiss at Nico’s funeral. Maybe to him it was nothing. But to an inexperienced Chiara, it meant so much more.“I can’t be thinking about him like that. I don’t have Stockholm syndrome,” she muttered, closing her eyes in a vain attempt to shut out the thoughts.Her ringtone buzz

Chiara looked at her phone anxiously, the ringing starting to give her a headache. The date had just started, and she felt like an idiot for calling him so soon. When the beeping cut off, her anxiety turned into relief.“H-Hello, it’s Chiara.” She paused, waiting for a response. When she got none, she continued talking. “C-Can you pick—”“I’m already here. Come out of the bathroom so we can leave.”She let out a breath she didnt know she was holding, and made a beeline to the door as the call ended. As she went back to where Satefan and her had been eating, the scene that met her eyes made her freeze in place. She stared, stunned. Dante stood in front of an unconscious Stefan, his fist bloody—and she could tell from the blood on Stefan's face, that it wasn’t Dante's blood.“W-What happe—?”“It doesn’t matter. Let’s leave.” He extended his bloody hand for Chiara to hold, and she stepped forward hesitantly, her eyes locked on it in silence. He sighed and pulled it back, wiping it on his

Hours had passed since it happened, but the feeling hadn’t left Chiara. She’d spent all day hiding in her room, avoiding Dante, yet all she could think about was the way his tongue felt the other day. She should have been ashamed—but she wasn’t. Everything about that moment had felt right to her.Her core twitched, and she bit her bottom lip, letting out a soft moan. She could still remember the dizzying heat of being close to her first orgasm—and the hollow, aching emptiness when he stopped and told her to leave. Part of her had wanted to beg him to continue. But the other part—the part that refused to give Dante the satisfaction of breaking her—had made her comply and walk out.Still, she craved the feeling again. But…She was familiar with the concept of self-pleasure, thanks to walking in on Aria once. Aria had left her with a few vague, awkward words, and Chiara had ended up doing her own research. She’d never looked at Aria the same since.Now, as she sat on her bed, her gaze ne