All Chapters of The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dominic stepped inside, her body still warm in his arms. She was limp, unconscious, head tilted into the crook of his neck, one hand curled gently between them like she’d clung to him before giving up completely. She hadn’t stirred since he carried her out of the room downstairs…out of the chaos, the judgment, the stares.He could still feel their eyes on his back.They had no fucking idea what this woman meant to him.He walked slowly, not because he had to, but because some part of him wanted to savor this. The weight of her against his chest. The sound of her breath. The memory of her gasping in the car when he’d touched her just right. When her body had betrayed her and melted beneath his voice, his spit, his grip.He’d waited so long for this.Years.And now..she was his.No, not just his.She had never belonged to anyone else to begin with.Dominic reached the edge of the bed and knelt down..not like a man placing a woman in his bed, but like a priest offering a body to a shrin

“And honestly? I don’t even know how you made me wet. HOW?!” She threw her hands in the air, looking at the ceiling like maybe the gods would come down and explain her vagina’s betrayal.“This has never happened before. I repeat..never!!!”Dominic’s lips twitched.Oh no. Was that a smirk? No. No no no. That was a smug smirk. He looked like he’d just won the fucking lottery and the prize was her emotional meltdown.She scrambled off the bed, blanket wrapped around her like a toga of fury, eyes blazing as she stomped toward the fireplace..because she needed distance. And maybe also because fire was the only thing hotter than the mess she’d found herself in.“I don’t want to be here!” she snapped, spinning to face him. “Let me out, mister!”Her voice cracked again, but now it had reached the pitch of a caffeinated Disney squirrel having a breakdown.“I am a well-known doctor,” she continued, stabbing a finger toward her own chest like it was a badge of honor. “I’ve been published in four

She opened her mouth to protest.He shoved his soaked fingers between her lips.“Now suck”She gagged.He watched.“You taste how desperate you are?”She whimpered.He pulled his fingers out. Licked them clean.Then reached for the choker.She tried to push him off.He gripped her throat.Not enough to hurt.Just enough to remind her.“You belong to me.”He fastened the collar.Pulled her hair back.Forced her to look at herself in the mirror across the room.“There,” he said. “Look.”She stared.A trembling woman in red lace. Choker tight against her throat. Breasts heaving. Thighs spread. Cunt dripping. Marked.She didn’t even recognize herself.He leaned down and whispered against her ear.“Tell me you don’t want to be ruined.”She swallowed.He slid his tongue along her jaw.“Tell me to stop.”She didn’t.Couldn’t.Wouldn’t.His hand slipped between her thighs again.She moaned.He pushed her back. Spread her legs wide. Lowered himself to his knees.Mouth inches from her soaked pu

He dragged his thumb up the curve of her ass. Spread her cheeks wide. Spit once. Let it dribble down slowly between her cheeks until it slid down the crack of her ass and kissed her untouched hole.She moaned.A weak, filthy sound.He leaned in. Bit her ass cheek. Growled into her skin.“You know what’s next,” he whispered.“No..Dominic…she gasped. “I can’t..I’m too sensitive..”His thumb pressed against her tight little hole.“Then cry,” he growled.He climbed onto the bed behind her. Cock heavy in his hand. Slicked with spit and her cum. He rubbed it between her cheeks. Back and forth. Slow. Teasing. Letting her feel the weight of him resting where no one had ever touched her before.“Please..wait…”“You want mercy now?” he hissed. “After the way your cunt begged for my cock like it was air?”He grabbed her hips. Pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.She squirmed.He slapped her ass hard. She cried out.“Still now.”He leaned down. Mouth against her ear. One hand under he

The door clicked shut behind her.Isadora staggered into Dominic’s room, the towel clutched around her trembling body like a pathetic excuse for armor. Her legs were slick, her thighs rubbed wet, and the moment she locked the door behind her, she collapsed against it, panting like she’d been chased.The air was thick with the scent of him…Dominic. It had the smell of Sweat, soap, and sin. It clung to the bed. The walls. Her skin. Her soul.She took one step toward the bed..and her knees buckled.Cum slid down the back of her thigh in a lazy drip. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, sore and aching and twitching with every phantom echo of how he’d used her against the shower tiles. She stumbled again, reaching out, catching herself on the nightstand. Her fingers smeared sweat and wetness onto the polished wood.She was a mess.No, not a mess.She was wrecked.Ruined.The towel loosened, and this time she didn’t stop it. It fell in a soft thud around her ankles, exposing her marked body