All Chapters of The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gianna lunged first. She was already ruined from the face-fucking, spit dripping off her chin, mascara streaking her cheeks like war paintShe wrapped her lips around the head of his cock again desperate this time desperate like a slave begging for forgiveness through her mouthValentina shoved her out of the way mid-suck her own mouth wide eyes mad with hunger tongue already out ready to take him deeperDominic just chuckled“Greedy fucking whores” he muttered as his cock slapped against Valentina’s lipsSofia crawled slower more graceful her body was a trembling mess as she tried to press between the other two girls. “Please Master let me try…”He grabbed a fistful of her hair yanked her forward until her face crashed into his balls“You want to serve?” he growled“Yes Master… I want to taste your cock…”He forced her tongue out dragged it up the base to the tip while the other two girls whined beside her mouths open as their breaths was hot. He tilted his head back as three ton

He moved closer. One hand on the bedpost. The other reaching out, slow, dragging the back of his fingers along her flushed cheek. Her lips parted. He traced one. His touch was light. Barely there. But it burned. “Vuoi che creda che ti sei toccata così, urlando come una puttana, per qualcun altro?” (You want me to believe you touched yourself like that, screaming like a whore, for someone else?) She swallowed. Couldn’t speak. “Guardati,” he said. His hand slid down. Cupped her throat. (Look at you) His thumb stroked her pulse a bit, felt how fast it raced. “Così rossa. Così calda. Così bagnata…” (So red. So hot. So wet.) He leaned down, mouth brushing her ear. “Ti ho guardata, Principessa. Ti ho sentita. Il modo in cui gemi quando pensi a me.” (I watched you, Princess. I heard you. The way you moan when you think about me.) His lips dragged along her jaw. “Ti sei spalmata sul letto come una troietta in calore.” (You smeared yourself on that bed like a little

Isadora didn’t hesitate. She dropped lower onto trembling hands, knees stained from spit and cum, the mess of what he’d done to her still fresh on her lips, her throat, her thighs. Her breath came in gasps. She crawled slowly, her body swaying, her ruined pussy glistening under the dim light. Her tits bounced gently beneath her crumpled nightgown, her hips rolling with every inch forward, and she didn’t look back. Dominic watched her like a god watching his favorite sinner grovel. He stroked his length..hard, veined, glistening..grunting as she climbed onto the bed like she belonged there. Like she knew what her place was now. On her back. Open. Ready. “Turn around.” She flipped onto her back without a word. Hair spread across the pillow. Mouth still shining from his cum, her bare tits heaving, nipples hard. Her legs parted instinctively, exposing her soaked little hole, red and twitching. . “Keep your legs open.” His voice dropped into gravel. “If they close, I’ll chain them

The maid was gone now but Dominic didn’t flinch.Didn’t blink.Didn’t breathe any different than he had before he destroyed her.He stood at the edge of the bed, watching.Isadora lay broken on the mattress.Face down.Ass up.Legs sprawled open like an offering.Her cunt still gaped.Still twitched.Still leaked with thick, creamy strings of his cum, dripping down between the folds, leaving wet trails across the backs of her trembling thighs. Her inner walls kept spasming, like her pussy hadn’t realized he was done. Like it was still begging for him to come back. Her body hadn’t caught up to her mind yet. It was still in heat. Still in fuck mode. Still lost in the violent rhythm he’d fucked into her until her voice cracked from screaming his name.Her spine curved in a deep arch, her fat ass pushed high in the air, cheeks red from slaps, skin streaked with spit, cum, and the dark blooming bruises of his fingerprints. Her back rose and fell fast, shallow breaths making her massive

Dominic’s Study – Minutes Later The door shut behind Leone. Dominic didn’t move. He Didn’t speak. Didn’t even blink as the footsteps sounded down the hall..faint, then gone. He stared at the red envelope on his desk. Still slightly warm. Still carrying the weight of what was inside. The photo. The girl. She was naked, kneeling down and chocked. Branded on the hip with a Russian mark like fucking cattle.He stared at the picture for long. Just dragged the cigarette to his lips and breathed deep, letting the smoke curl in his chest and burn slow. Then the door creaked open. They didn’t knock. They never did. They knew better. Matteo. Romano. Nico. Dominic didn’t lift his eyes. They knew the rules. Matteo spoke first. “The fuck is that smell boss? You still dripping from fucking Isadora upstairs?” Dominic didn’t answer. He flicked the photo toward him. Matteo caught it. Stared. And whistled low. “Well, well. Look at this little puttanella. On her knees already.”