All Chapters of THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

HAZELAxel guides me forward.“Over here,” he says, stopping by a fountain in the middle of it all and gesturing around us.The buildings are separated but interconnected, flowing into one another seamlessly. The architecture is stunning, modern, elegant, and intentional.“This department,” he says, pointing, “is for kids. Anything you need for children, you’ll find it there.”Then he points to another building. “This one is for women. Jewellery, clothes, shoes, every brand is here.”And then another. “And this is for men,” he says, “Then.... this is for entertainment. That’s where everything is happening tonight.”He pulls me gently towards the huge building, where everyone seems to be heading. Of course, the crowd parts like the Red Sea as Axel and I walk through. His men are positioned in front of us and behind us, making sure no one stops us, that nothing happens."Of course, this is just the beginning. There is a lot more to come. I have big plans for this place." Axel whispers t

HAZELRafaela laughs nervously, trying to keep up with Vasilisa, but it’s awkward now. I can see how she reacts to Vasilisa, the way she craves her approval and wants to be in her orbit. You can see it in the stiffening of her posture when Vasilisa gives her a look, just a slight tilt of the head, and the admiration in her eyes.My God. I swallow, forcing myself to take a breath. I have to keep it together. I can’t let Vasilisa see that she has any power over me. I can’t.I look around, and my eyes land on Axel across the room. He doesn’t say anything, not a word, just a look. But I feel the weight of his gaze on me, a reminder that he’s watching, that he’s still in control. And I hate it. I hate that it makes my pulse race in a way I can’t control.Vasilisa laughs again, lightly, like she owns the whole room, and suddenly everyone turns to look at her. Of course, what’s there not to look at? Axel probably isn’t even looking at me right now. He’s probably only seeing Vasilisa, and his

HAZELAxel's jaw tightens. He exhales slowly and takes his hands out of his pockets.“Look, Hazel,” he says, his tone changing. “You’re acting like I invited Vasilisa here. I didn’t. She came with her parents. They’re my business partners. I had to invite them.”“You don't need to explain yourself to me.” I cut in. “Why? Why would you need to?”I laugh bitterly.“I’m the captive. You’re the master. You tell me to jump and I ask how high, right?” My voice rises despite myself. “What next? You want me to kneel at your feet? Maybe lick your shoes? Polish them up for you?”I stop, breathing hard.I told myself I wouldn’t antagonise him. I told myself I’d do better. But the words spill anyway, because I want to say more. After all, it hurts too much to stop.And then.... His hand comes to my cheek.Soft. Too soft. I freeze. The touch shocks me, sends something through me I don’t want to feel. His thumb brushes my skin, slow, deliberate.“Do you want to kneel for me, Hazel?” he murmurs. Hi

HAZELI stare at the mirror longer than I want to, longer than I should have, just staring at my reflection, like maybe something magical will happen. Like maybe I’ll get an answer on what to do. I don’t know. Maybe....just maybe Harris will come and sweep me off my feet and take me away from here.I shake my head, pulling the tears back, holding everything in, trying so hard not to spill. I don’t move. Not yet. I breathe in and out—slow, measured, controlled.I cannot break down.Too many people would be happy with my downfall. Too many of them are probably waiting out there, just waiting to see me walk out of this bathroom disorganised, crying, a mess.I won’t let them.I won’t let myself.Eventually, I straighten. I smooth my dress, adjust it, trying to put myself back together. I take a paper towel and rub at the place where he left his mark on me, on my dress. But it feels pointless. The damage isn’t on the fabric. It’s under my skin. Still, I try.When I finally step out of th

HAZELThis has got to be a dream.“You're so beautiful like this,” Axel mumbles, biting me again, but this time chasing the ache with soft kisses.I guess it's not a dream then....Axel then licks a line up the centre before forcing his tongue inside my entrance. My eyes roll when he does it again.“Oh God.” I moan.“No. It's just me,” he says through a heavy breath."Jesus!""More like Axel Moretti."The sound of his name and his voice sobers me up a bit from the Euphoria.“What the....” I try to roll over, but he’s quick to sit up and wrench my thighs apart with his palms.“Don’t bother trying to escape, little captive. Because I’m fucking you,” he says, shoving three fingers inside me with no warning.I bite my lip as he begins thrusting.“God, I fucking love watching you unravel.” Axel watches his fingers as they glide in and out of me. “You were like an angel in your sleep,” he whispers harshly. Almost like he hates it, hates me.I peer down at his silhouette, illuminated by th