บททั้งหมดของ The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Dominic’s POV(Part One: The Arrival )~~The estate didn’t have a name.It didn’t need one.Everyone who mattered knew exactly what happened there. And everyone who didn’t? They weren’t important enough to survive it.The car stopped in silence. No announcement. No valet. No sound beyond the hum of the engine as the gravel crunched as the back door opened.Dominic Virelli stepped out.No one dared breathe.He didn’t look around. Didn’t need to. He already owned the space the moment his boot hit the stone. He moved slowly. Lazily. The kind of slow that wasn’t hesitation. It was confidence. The kind of walk that said he wasn’t showing up to compete. He was showing up to collect.His coat was black and fucking sharp. Open just enough to show a glimpse of chest, the curve of a tattoo curling beneath his skin. The matte mask covered the upper half of his face, smooth and bare like it had been carved from onyx. There was no gold on it or whatsoever . Just absence. And it was enough.Beca

Meanwhile. Isadora was in the tub. She hadn’t moved in over twenty minutes. Not really. Her knees stayed drawn to her chest, arms looped around them in a tight knot like if she squeezed hard enough, she could hold herself together. Like she could keep from spilling out. From falling apart again. Steam rose in gentle tendrils, soft and wet against her skin. It kissed her collarbones. Slipped along her jaw. Wrapped around her shoulders like a ghost..warm, cloying, persistent. It made her feel dizzy. Too much like she was still under him. Still beneath him. Still in that bed. The water had turned pink. Just slightly. Faint streaks blooming near her thighs, like memories that wouldn’t die. Her body ached in ways that defied logic. Her skin felt swollen. Sensitive. Touched too much. Touched too hard. Like every nerve ending was bruised and blistered. Her thighs still trembled, even though the room was warm. Even though she hadn’t moved. Even though the worst was over. Except it wasn

The towel slipped from her hips as It hit the floor like a funeral bell. Isadora stood there naked. Dripping. Breathing too loud. Her nipples were hard. Her thighs slick from the bath. Her pulse throbbed at the base of her throat, like her body already knew it was being prepped for sacrifice. And still.. She reached for the red. It was there. Tucked into the farthest corner of the wardrobe, buried behind other things she’d tried to forget…black lace, white silk, the see-through one he’d used the first night he choked her while whispering “Cry for me, baby. Louder.” But the red? She hadn’t dared wear it. Not yet. Because red meant something else. Red was his favorite. Red meant blood. Meant ritual. Meant he wanted to remember what you looked like when you broke. She grabbed it with fingers that trembled like reeds in a storm. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..get it together, Isadora. You’re not gonna survive this if you start crying now.” She to

The chain between her wrists was tight. Too tight. It pressed into her skin like ownership and honestly it was hurting her. But what could she do? Absolutely nothing. Her arms were pulled just far enough to bow her chest, her tits lifted, her nipples brushing the edge of the red lace bra like they were begging to be bitten. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Because the air wasn’t just heavy. It was wet. Inside the chambers, the virgin moaned again. And Isadora nearly came from the sound alone. She dropped to her knees like a trained bitch, the chain dragging against the floor, her thighs clapping together as she shifted. Her panties were useless now. Soaked to transparency. The scent of her arousal climbed up her body, made her nipples throb, made her clit swell against the fabric like it was trying to push through. Another moan came. Then a wet slap. Then giggles. Then Dominic’s voice. “Stretch her wider.” Isadora choked on her own breath. Amanda leaned down bes

Her lips parted because she couldn’t stop them. Not anymore. Not after watching him ruin the virgin like she was a chew toy instead of a girl. Not after the sixth orgasm. Not after that raw, brutal fucking that made the walls shake. Not after the sounds of wetness and flesh and bone..deep groans had crawled under her skin and festered like fever.His cock touched her lips.She opened wider.Not because she was ready. But because her mouth was already drooling for it. Because her breath caught in her throat at the taste of the girl still on him. Because when he pushed just the tip between her lips, her whole fucking body jerked like he’d lit a match inside her.Her tongue flattened.He slid in deeper.His fingers tangled in her hair and gripped tight, dragging her face to meet his thrust like her mouth was the next cunt to use. No warning. No tease. Just possession.Her lips stretched.Her jaw ached.Her throat fought it.And he moaned.A sound like thunder inside his chest. Like app