Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. “You want to be unforgettable? You want to haunt me? Then let me taste what it’s like to be destroyed.” He buried his tongue in her like he was starving. Sucked on her clit like it owed him answers. She was moaning before she could think. Grabbing his hair. Grinding against his face. His beard scratched her thighs. His tongue lapped her open until she was dripping down his chin. He held her still when she tried to pull back. “Take it,” he growled against her pussy. “Fucking take it.” She came again. Harder. This time screaming his name. This time sobbing. This time with her fingers tangled in his hair and her legs shaking like she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. He stood. Lifted her in one motion. Carried her back down the hall, one arm beneath her ass, her back pressed to his chest, her face buried in his throat. “Where are you taking me?” she gasped. He bit her shoulder. “To my room.” “Why?” “Because I’m

She obeyed like a fucking puppet. Like the rope around her soul had gone slack and he was the only one who knew how to tighten it. Her thighs trembled as she turned, knelt, opened her mouth before he even had to ask. He stepped in front of her. Gripped the back of her head with one hand, his cock thick and soaked with her arousal in the other. “Open wide,” he muttered. “I want to hear you choke.” She did. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t flinch when he shoved himself in deep, past her tongue, down her throat. She gagged immediately, eyes watering, drool dripping from her chin as her throat stretched around the impossible thickness of him. He didn’t ease in. He didn’t wait. He fucked her mouth like it was another hole he owned. Thrusting in and out with brutal, wet slaps that echoed off the walls. Her hands clawed at his thighs, her chest heaving, but she didn’t pull away. She moaned around him. Sucked harder. Let him use her. He looked down at her, her eyes wide and rui

Then louder. Meaner. “Fuck me.” His breath caught. Her hands slammed against the wall. Her back arched. Her body opened for him. “That’s what you do, right?” she spat, her voice trembling with heat, with venom, with tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “That’s all you’ve ever done.” He thrust deeper. But she didn’t moan this time. She snapped. “You kidnapped me, Dominic.” Thrust. “You took me.” Thrust. “You broke me.” Thrust. “You’ve been fucking me since the moment you laid eyes on me like I’m some goddamn fuck toy you picked off the street and decided to ruin!” He slowed. His hands clenched on her waist. His body trembled. She threw her head back. Met his eyes. Glaring. “You wanna fuck me?” she hissed. “Fine. Fuck me again. Fill me up. Break my back. Choke me until I pass out and wake up soaked in your cum—do whatever the fuck you want.” He growled. Her voice cracked. “But don’t you fucking think I’ll go with you.” She shoved back against him hard

“I didn’t know what to do with you.” “You fucked me.” “You were beautiful.” “You were using me.” “You made me feel again.” She laughed bitterly. “So I’m your rehab now?” “No. You’re my goddamn addiction.” He ran a hand through his hair. Turned away. Slammed his fist into the wall. The sound sounded like a gunshot. She flinched. He turned back around. Eyes red. Face twisted. Voice hoarse. “You think I like being this way? You think I chose to be the man who locks a woman in a house and puts a gun under his pillow every night just to make sure she doesn’t try to run?” “I think you never learned how to love,” she said, quietly now. “I think you forgot how to feel,” he shot back. “Because no woman who felt what I did last night would ever walk away.” “That wasn’t love.” “What the fuck was it then?!” She shook her head. “It was need. Lust. Guilt. It was you trying to erase her ghost inside me with your cock.” He closed his eyes. And for the first time…

Then one of the agents stepped forward. No mask. No hesitation. He was tall, older, hardened by years of chasing names like Dominic Valenzo but never standing this close to one. He looked directly at him, badge glinting under the dim chandelier light as he spoke. “We’re here on federal order,” the man announced, his voice clear, clipped, and cold. “Dominic Rafael Valenzo, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Doctor Isadora Bell, a registered medical professional, reported missing by both family and employer.” Isadora’s mouth opened before she could think. “I wasn’t kidnapped.” But the man ignored her. His eyes didn’t even flick toward her as he continued reading from the warrant, voice rising with every charge like he was peeling open a grave. “You are also being detained on suspicion of trafficking underaged women..particularly virgins—through international black-market auctions; laundering money through shell corporations and pharmaceutical fronts across Europe and N