บททั้งหมดของ The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 105

His fists were soaked in blood now—his or theirs, it didn’t fucking matter. One guard was already unconscious on the ground, his jaw hanging loose, blood gushing from his mouth like a broken pipe. Another was crawling toward the exit, leaving a trail of crimson and teeth across the floor. But Dominic didn’t stop. He kept moving forward, kept swinging, kept destroying every breathing thing that stood between him and the woman they dared to touch. He turned toward the last guard in the room—the one who had given the order. The bastard with the phone. The one who watched her be humiliated and smiled. Dominic lunged at him like a predator loosed from Hell. His elbow crashed into the man’s temple, and before the man even hit the floor, Dominic ripped the phone from his hand and slammed it into the wall, shattering it on impact. Sparks exploded. Plastic cracked. The connection severed. But it was too late. The damage had already been done. Isadora had been touched. Her nippl

She was soaked.Not with water. Not with tears.With need.There was a sticky heat pooling between her thighs that had no right to be there. Her cunt was trembling, dripping, fucking pulsing like it hadn’t just been humiliated—like it didn’t remember the way those bastards used her, stripped her, mocked her and sucked her nipples. Her nipples were still raw from their mouths. Her chest still burned from the slap. And yet all she could feel was the filthy throb of arousal rising inside her like it wanted to devour everything else.It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.She wasn’t supposed to ache for him now. Not while she was still chained, still naked, still smeared in dried sweat and someone else’s spit.But Dominic was close.She could feel it.The air had changed again, dense with his presence even if he hadn’t opened that door yet. The shadows in the corners of the room felt like they were retreating, shivering from the rage heading toward them.And her body—the traitorous, needy

“How did you…” The world ended before the sentence could be born. A gunshot straight to his head. And the man—God—the man was already dead before she realized it. One second he stood there, smug and breathing, his gloved hand still brushing her throat. The next his head erupted his brains out. “I couldn’t watch him fuck you.” Her throat worked. Her lips trembled. “Dom…” He leaned in closer, forehead almost pressing to hers, the smell of gunpowder and blood still thick on him. “I heard you. Every moan. Every gasp. You touched yourself while chained like an offering, and you screamed my name. Do you know what that did to me?” Her chest rose and fell so fast she thought she’d choke. “I—I couldn’t stop,” she whispered, shame curling in her stomach. “I needed—” “You needed me,” he snapped, cutting her off. “Not him. Not your own filthy fingers. Me.” Her eyes burned. Tears mixed with sweat on her cheeks. “Then why weren’t you here?” she shot back. “Because they tricked