All Chapters of I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The halls reeked of bleach and innocence. Posters lined the walls, anti-bullying campaigns, science fair announcements, smiling kids with their perfect teeth. Dante stood at the front gate dressed like a maintenance contractor, clipboard in hand, fake badge clipped to his chest, flirting with the female security guard. She laughed too loud. The poor girl didn’t realize she just signed the death certificate of her job. Raphael was already inside. Cafeteria worker uniform, hairnet and all, blending in with the kitchen rats who thought their greatest daily danger was a grease burn. He'd cut the security feed five minutes ago. No one knew we were here yet. I adjusted the black gloves on my hands as I stepped out of the delivery truck, stretched my neck, and rolled my shoulders until I heard the pop. It was a Catholic prep school, elite as fuck. Red brick, ivy vines, too much funding. The place where Remo sent his bastard sister to keep her out of the headlines. Too b

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I picked the pink dress, the soft one that brushed just above my knees and made me feel a little bit like a flower. Not the red rose kind of flower, but a daisy, maybe. Something simple and happy. I laid it on my bed while I ran through my curly hair routine, taking my time with each step the way Mama taught me. Conditioner, leave-in cream, the diffuser on low heat, I wanted every curl to sit just right, soft and bouncy like they were meant to. I hummed to myself while I worked. My stomach fluttered the entire time like a hundred butterflies were trapped in there, wings brushing my ribs. I kept telling myself to calm down, that it was just a date. But... it wasn’t just date, not really, not with Adriano. I could still feel him, his mouth, his tongue in places no one had ever touched me like that before. I mean, I knew what oral sex was but knowing and feeling it are two very, very different things. Carlos never wanted to. He said it was gross, and honestl

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 His hand gripped the back of my neck. He didn’t force, he guided, until my gaze was pulled back to the stage. And then he pressed his lips to my cheek and whispered, “Eyes forward, sunshine. Now watch.” The man on the platform now held a thin crop whip now, tracing it along the woman’s inner thigh, making her squirm in the ropes that held her. Her chest rose and fell in desperate breath. The first snap of the crop struck across her hip. I jumped a little, my spine straightening. I wasn’t sure what scared me more, the sound, the way her body flinched, or the quiet way Adriano just kept watching instead of looking at the stage. I could feel Adriano the change in him. His hand moved from my neck down to my back, fingers spreading wide across my lower spine. He wasn’t just touching me, he was reading me, how I breathed, how I sat, how I trembled. Another snap of the crop rang out, this time across the woman’s thigh, and her back arched, body straining into

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ My hands slipped down from her face, tracing the line of her neck, her collarbone, the soft dip between. She was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling beneath that delicate pink dress, so sweet it made my mouth water. My hands stopped at her breasts and I squeezed gently over the fabric before trailing them down to her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open, “Does this feel good?” I asked, my voice low. She nodded, a flush crawling high on her cheeks. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Just... slow?” I could’ve kissed her again just for that. “Slow,” I repeated, brushing my fingers down her arms. “You say stop, I stop. I promise.” She nodded again, eyes locked on mine like she was trusting me with her whole world. I reached for the hem of her dress, brushing the soft fabric up over her thighs, revealing more of that flushed skin inch by inch. My knuckles skimmed along her outer thighs as I worked the dress higher. She shifted under me, and I helped her sit up just eno

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ She looked like something out of a dream. Or a sin I hadn’t paid for yet. She sat curled in the tub, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, skin flushed and marked with the shadows of my hands, my mouth... my obsession. Water sloshed softly against porcelain, rising up just beneath her breasts, still streaked faintly with what I’d done to her. My cum was still on her, and I had the stupidest urge to tell her not to let it rinse off. I wanted it on her. In her. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, boxers damp from steam and water, arms braced loosely on my thighs, watching her like I might have to put her back together with my bare hands. She hadn't said much. Just let me lift her off the bed and carry her in here, her limbs loose and warm and obedient, her breath shaky as she curled into my chest like a kitten too tired to fight. Now, she was blinking slow. Her eyes glassy, lips parted, soft. One hand lazily trailing through the water while the other