All Chapters of Sex with the Mafia King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The townhouse was amazing, and I was speechless. Nero asked me to settle in and meet him in the dining room.After he left, I opened the closet and was about to put my clothes there when I noticed all the designer clothing arranged there.The closet was packed with clothes of all brands, including Prada, Chanel, Versace, Gucci, Vivienne Westwood, Oscar de la Renta gowns, and many other brands that I had never even worn before.There were Hermes bags, Gucci, Coach, Loewe, Saint Laurent, Celine, Chanel, Burberry, Chloé, Mulberry, and more. I couldn’t help but touch all of them to make sure they were real.The first thought that came to my mind was that someone else had left all those items there, but that couldn’t be the case since most of them still had tags, and all of them looked new. Not to mention that the clothes were all my size.There was a jewelry collection that had my jaw on the floor. It had Cartier watches, Bvlgari, Boucheron, Graff, Tiffany& Co., David Yurman, Van Cleef, a

On a normal occasion, I would think those words were degrading—that I was being reduced to nothing but what my body offered. But this was Nero, and we were in the bedroom. The way he said it felt more like a compliment rather than anything else.“Your nipples are hard. I know you’re soaked. I can see the wet spot on your panties.”He picked up my panties from the ground and put them in his pockets, while expecting me to open up my legs for him. I should have put up more of a resistance, but I didn’t. I opened them wide like a Thanksgiving turkey.I saw his eyes darken at the sight of me. I was wet, and I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. He saw how much his words did to me. I didn’t even know how much I loved dirty talk until I met him.“Touch yourself,” he instructed.His irises had changed from gray to black, and I could see the thick bulge in his pants. Knowing he was just as turned on as I was gave me all the confidence I needed. I trailed my fingers down to my pussy

It had been a week since I saw Nero. He hadn’t visited me once, and I started to wonder if that was going to be the pattern with us. He would come, pleasure me, and then leave for days on end.I didn’t even know why I was bothered. I should have been glad that he was leaving me alone, but I wasn’t. My need for his validation was nothing short of embarrassing. Either way, I tried my best to forget him.Everyone at work seemed to have forgotten that I was with Nero in the conference room for more than twenty minutes. Either that or they were too scared to ask me about it.I was glad nobody brought it up again, and luckily for me, he didn’t come to work again. If he came, he might ask me to touch myself in the conference room, and I would be so embarrassed. I was able to be quiet when he spanked me.But I wasn’t sure I would be silent if I was feeling pleasure like the kind I felt when he watched me finger myself and even use a rose. I had touched myself every single night after that mom

That evening, dressed in a pink silk slip dress, white stilettos, and silver jewelry, I went to meet Viktor for a date. My hair was free, and I had minimal makeup on my face. It felt like a betrayal to wear clothes that Nero had gotten me to go on a date with Viktor.But the clothes, shoes, and jewelry looked too good to pass up. Even the makeup, perfume, and bodywash had been bought by Nero. He knew my taste from the inside out.He had probably found a way into my apartment when I wasn’t there or had someone watch me while I went shopping. But that didn’t make any sense since he had known everything about me on such short notice.The only explanation was that he had someone break into my apartment a day after I was at his house. He was a fucking stalker, and he was proudly owning it like it was such a good thing.Nero really scared me to some extent. He gave me hot serial killer vibes. It was like he knew everything I did and at what time.It reminded me to return his car. I had been

I nervously left the VIP room and tried to walk to the bathroom, but Nero grabbed my hand. I didn’t even realize he was walking behind me until he grabbed me.“I didn’t say you could go to the bathroom. I said, Go to your table and tell Viktor you won’t be seeing him anymore.”He wanted me to be humiliated in front of Viktor. There was already a chance people heard me moan in the VIP room, including my date, and he refused for me to wipe my cum. It was a way for him to also humiliate Viktor.They hated one another. It was just that Viktor was more blatant about it, and Nero wasn’t. Or maybe Nero didn’t feel strong hate towards Viktor. Either way, he was going to find pleasure in seeing Viktor look at me after he made me cum in the VIP.“I want to pee, Nero,” I tried to say.“You’ll pee at home. I’m not letting you go to the bathroom. And I told you not to lie to me. You’re being a very bad girl.”He ushered me towards my table with his hand on the small of my back. I was surprised tha