All Chapters of Craving My Mafia Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sabrina’s POV Once we finally arrived home from the mall, still buzzing with excitement from our successful shopping spree, Shelly and I agreed that the day was simply too perfect not to spend lounging by the pool. After all, we had just bought the most fabulous bathing suits, and it would be a tragedy to let them go unworn. We quickly changed into our new swimsuits, each admiring how the vibrant colors complemented our sun-kissed skin. As I emerged from my room, I caught Shelly twirling in front of the mirror, her laughter echoing through the house. "Do I look fabulous or what?" she beamed, striking a playful pose. "Absolutely stunning," I replied, giving her a playful nudge. "Now let's go rock these at the pool!" With an animated bounce in our steps, we made our way out to the pool, the sun's warmth enveloping us like a gentle embrace. Our Floaties were waiting, bobbing on the shimmering water. Before settling in, Shelly had the brilliant idea to grab us a couple of c

Michal’s POV The echoes of tonight's events reverberate in my mind as I let the cascading warmth of the shower cleanse not just my skin but the dark deeds of my soul. Jonathan is no more, another dark blot expunged from the fabric of our lives, woven with danger and deceit. The water, once translucent, now runs crimson and muddy, carrying with it the physical remnants of tonight's sinister unraveling. But the stains etched into my conscience linger, deep and indelible. I find solace in these moments alone, after the storm, allowing the gravity of the day to sink into the depths unseen. I stand in a dilapidated warehouse, its shadows looming ominously, the hum of the overhead lights providing a haunting lullaby. This place isn’t just a hideout; it’s the threshold between two worlds. The world I wish Sabrina could exist in, untouched by the darkness that I navigate. She’s at home, perhaps still awake, eyes filled with hope, the kind of hope that haunts me more than t

Sabrina’s POV As we climb each step, Michael's firm hold on me feels both reassuring and foreboding. It's a bit comical really — here I am, being carried like some damsel in distress, yet I can’t help but notice the slight tension in his grip. Clearly, our weekend antics, or perhaps my and Shelly's frivolous escapades while they were away, have ruffled his feathers. Looking back, it didn't seem like we got into that much trouble. Sure, we might have ruffled a few guards' uniforms with some harmless yelling, but who wouldn't feel a little exhilarated from having free reign over where we wanted to go? Maybe we stretched a boundary or two by exerting our will at the stores a bit, or when we almost had that unfortunate mishap at the pool — but it was all in the spirit of fun, wasn't it? As Michael ascends the steps, I find myself attempting to decipher his silence. Curiosity bubbles within me — what exactly is going on? Did I cross a line I wasn't aware of? With every ste

Sabrina’s POV My body feels like it’s on overdrive and I never want it to stop. My ass hits the sheets and I feel a slight sting at first due to the punishment Michal just put me through. But it quickly fades away. As Michal attacks my mouth with his own. I’m loving every minute of it. Michal kisses send electric currents all through my body. I can’t possibly get enough of this man. No wonder I act up when he’s not here. I love his punishments. What the hell is wrong with me maybe I’m a sadist in disguise. I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Michal’s tongue forces its way into my mouth. “Good Girl baby” he praises me and I start to feel all tingly. He crawls up on top of me and kisses me hard on the lips and then his kisses trail down my neck to the top of my breast until they land on my hard buds. I let out a breathless moan. Oh Mich that feels amazing. “Call me Daddy baby girl I love hearing it from you” “Oh daddy your lips feel amazing” I moan. Over and over un

Sabrina’s POV Arriving at the club, the atmosphere buzzes with electrified energy. The night is young, and outside, a serpentine line of eager party-goers snakes toward the entrance. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, with clusters of friends huddled together, laughter and chatter creating a symphony of excitement. The line stretches into the distance, but with Sebastian, being the mafia boss, we get to go right up front, missing the rest of the people eager to get in and curious stares. The joys of having a brother in law in the mafia. I laugh to myself. A towering bouncer stands guard at the door, muscles rippling under his tight black tee, eyes hidden behind some dark sunglasses. He spots us immediately, a glimmer of recognition crossing his stony expression, lips curling into a smile for me and Shelly. Michal is by my side in an instant, his presence commanding and unquestionable, arm snaking possessively around my waist. It's an unmistakable statement, one that