All Chapters of HIS: The Mafia King's Property: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

117 Chapters

11: Don Marco's Rules

Elara’s POV ‘I, Elara Saint Clair, will serve Don Marco Conti as his submissive bride and personal pet for as long as my master pleases.’ What the actual heck?! Is he crazy?! I looked away from the ridiculous clause on the contract and up at the tall ugly pile with a stinky smirk. He tilted his head in a ‘go on' way. ‘Dickhead.’ I hissed silently and put the pen to paper, then stopped for a moment. “Chihuahua isn't that pricey. How about a cat? They're good pets.” He didn't laugh at my dry joke. “Just so we're clear, do I get to sing for you?” I played around, knowing what it meant but too troubled to admit it. Mute, he thrust a foot forward, sliding in between my legs, and gently parting them. He set his hand on the desk and pressed forward, almost crashing me to the clean wall. My heartbeat spiked, not out of fear, but for an odd emotions his presence nourished; sensual need, lusts… arousal. “Soft and rhythmic bedroom melody.” He murmured, kissing the bridge of my nose with

Last Updated : 2025-02-25

12: Pretty Clown

Marco’s POV “What the fuck?” Words eluded me at the comic sight of Elara. Bashing my expectations of her in a sexy skimpy night wear or preferably nothing, she is dressed like a cow… An actual breastfeeding cow! First, the thick length of a hoodie crept to her palms, before she got in the balloon cow costume with swollen breasts and four pink nipples. Unable to hold back, Sofia burst into laughter, rocking her head against my arms. I thought she was too pissed off to care, but she showed up minutes later to rant and cuss, and a sweetheart, let it slide. “Have you lost it?” Her face was the only thing spared. Still, a pink hat hovered at the back of her neck. “You said I could get whatever I needed…” “You call this a fucking need?” I clenched my fingers and sighed. “And Francesca allowed this madness?”She startled and laced the fabric around her fingers, anxious. “She kicked against it.”For a moment, I paused, lacking the right words. My muscles tensed beneath the thick layers

Last Updated : 2025-02-25

13: Bigger Thorn

Marco's POVPapa?!Her tiny voice echoed in my head, refusing to die off like a severe migraine. There was no fucking chance in hell that I'd have a child, especially not with Elara. It was a paid one-night stand That night with her slutty mum was fresh at the back of my mind. Just like every paid whore, I banged raw. They were always put under pills by the club's managers and screened before being sent over. Elara… My eyes were on the child. Terrified, her small frame trembled beneath the sheets, with every pores seeping out thick beads of sweat. Running along her features, now taking out every time to assess every damn details. She was undeniably Elara’s; pretty blue eyes, blonde hair, cupid bowl lips…“I'm sorry, Papa. Birdie wanted to play.” She inhaled deeply, terrified, pulling two breaths at once.“Violet!” Elara's sharp tone break the subtle investigation. As if the little monster had prayed for this moment, she threw the sheets aside, jumped out of bed, and into her mo

Last Updated : 2025-02-26

14: Rollercoaster

Elara's POV ‘Who are the Contis? What goes behind closed doors in this mansion?’ My eyes scanned from Sofia to the vacant seat beside her where Marco should be seated. Francesca dished pancakes on our plates before running honey syrup all over, causing it to drizzle down. She added a bowl of berries and slices of apples to each of our trays before a mug of warm coffee. “I'll do the rest.” I stopped her from adding sugar and milk to my mug. She was already used to serving the family, so she knew the exact scoops of each additive. She bowed subtly and walked out of the dining area while I served myself. It was just 7 AM. The family had a tradition of meeting at the table early. I left Marco in the room as he was busy on a phone call that had somehow lasted from last night. I couldn't help but wonder if everything was okay. And just maybe this would be the end of him and the start of my freedom. Violet, on the other hand, was having her beauty sleep, innocent and unbothered. “All

Last Updated : 2025-02-27

15: Godmother

Elara's POV “My baby is sick.” The words formed before I could stop myself. And now that it was out, there was no turning back. Marco continued to work on his laptop. He didn't show any sign of concern or whatever the most inhumane person should at least possess. “I need to take her to the clinic for checkup and your men won't let me past the gate.” I resumed, trying not to be bothered by his nonchalance. “The family's doctor will come do that.” He didn't look past his laptop. On the screen were minimized apps showing a weird template. The one with the biggest view was a video of people working in what seemed like a warehouse. Looking at the date and time, it was dated, which meant it was CCTV footage. Unexpectedly, he closed his laptop, but didn't look at me. “You know why you're here, focus on that.” He stated. “I do not find it to be fun when people sneak up on my business.”I sighed. “Thanks for the offer, but I don't want no doctor treating my child like second class.” I r

Last Updated : 2025-02-28

16: Bad Lessons, Good Counsel

Elara’s POVI flagged down the first taxi and hopped in. I repeated Evelyn's address and impatiently tapped my feet in the car. Once we arrived, I rushed out, half-running down the cleared pathway. I felt overwhelmed by nostalgia. I had lived in the downtown part of town for years and nursed my baby there, which was a far cry from Marco's luxurious life. “Lily!” She dropped the shovel and scissors and ran towards us, arms wide open. “Oh, my darling.” She hugged us warmly, rocking our bodies in the warm embrace. “I've missed you and my baby so much.” “We've missed you more.” I sighed, inhaling her sweet fragrance and reliving every moment we shared. “I don't know how much time I have left.” My lips trembled. She pulled away, her face taking a frown. “Come on, let's go in.” We had mac and cheese and a glass of chilled milkshake. Violet ate to her fill and danced around Aunt Evelyn, happy to see her. “Sweetie, can you excuse your aunt and me for a minute?” “A minute?” She stretche

Last Updated : 2025-03-01

17: Your Truly

Elara's POV‘I'm beautiful and smart… I'm priceless.’I recited the mantra in my head over and over again. Sitting on the soft plush chair in the fully air-conditioned lobby, I was the last person in the line of ladies waiting to be interviewed. Lately, Marco was always on the run, either sorting something out, or barking into his phone, or cussing out and drowning bottles of expensive liquors. When he left this morning with Lorenzo, while they ranted about some missing funds, I left home, not to escape, but to job hunt. ‘Make do with your magic.’ Lady Lucia's vague words came harder. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was here anyway to find out. “Martha,” the receptionist's voice sounded. “This way, please.” One by one, the ladies and gentlemen that came to for the same job placement, were called to be interviewed. Even though I dropped out of my school and the course my parents had pioneered, I took online classes and had qualifications on account and finances. Hopefully, th

Last Updated : 2025-03-01

18: Your Weak Oppressor

Elara's POV ‘Chaos. Danger. Wrath… Hopefully, I wouldn't burn with it.’Beads of water streaked down my skin, soaking through my dark green night dress. It caused the fabric to smack against my breasts, revealing the tender curves of my firm breasts, voluptuous as a watermelon, with nipples hardened from buried desires. I let my hair fall over my shoulders, dripping water on me the more. When I walked into the room, Marco was already in. Bare-chested, his tall frame stood firm in the middle of the room, he groaned in the phone. His hand dug into his hair. Our eyes locked. For a minute, he went mute, hungry hazel eyes trailed down my frame and watched me with lustful delight. Something flickered in his eyes before it disappeared. Admiration? Mere want? “... yeah. Send it right away.” He resumed mumbling in the phone. Still, his eyes didn't peel off my sexiness for a second. I felt naked, totally naked, feeling his eyes strip off every fabric from my body. My throat bulged when

Last Updated : 2025-03-02

19: Dirty Property

Elara's POV “You'll love the surprise, mio cioccolato bianco.” He whispered in my ear and slipped a hand behind my waist, his thumb grazed the beaded pores, touching my bare skin. Like me, he was dressed in a clean two-piece suit, black alligator leather shoes, doused in spicy cologne, and irresistible aura. He was indeed Conti's heir. Smack.I slapped his hand off my body, not bothering if his staff watched. Marching frantically to his rescue, Sofia was this close to acting nasty.In haste, I flapped the trail of my dress, stretching the slit as it bared my flawless skin. Jumped in the car and slammed the door. Marco looked iaway from our eyes met. Finding a good distraction, he held her arms, soothing her like baby. Their union made me sick. Soon, he joined in the car and the journey started. For what seemed like an hour, we kept driving. I perched to the end of the seat, taking caution. He just chuckled, dragged on his cigar, and puffed. On arrival, the hall was elegant, wi

Last Updated : 2025-03-02

20: Gentle Waves

Marco's POV Berries and tinge of champagne… The sweet blend of Elara’s lips lingered as I tasted it like her lips were still on mine. After the long kiss, she got extremely mad at me, like she didn't enjoy it when the whole time, she smeared me to herself and bit my lips from the pent-up desire. She spent the night with her daughter. “Hmm…” A low groan escaped my throat, and I inhaled deeply, hating my action as I pulled in the cold running water. Standing beneath the icy shower for what seemed like forever, I let it drain my tensed emotions and muscles. With it barely soothing my erection, I slammed it off and walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. My cell phone chimed with a text. No minute went without me working around the clock. I heaved a sigh of relief on seeing it was Madre. ‘Your breakfast is getting cold, mio Tesoro.’ My lips curled with a warm smile. She had made it clear countless times that I was her little boy, no matter how much I aged. Randomly settling for a

Last Updated : 2025-03-03

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