All Chapters of 90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Arlari's POVI couldn't sleep a wink that night. Ariana's sobs, the gunshot, and the sound of the machete cutting through human flesh kept me away all night. My stomach churned, and a great urge to puke kept tugging at me.Severiano did not just make me witness everything for fun. He wanted to scare me out of love for him, he wanted to force me to seek the nearest exit. Reasonably, that would have been the next right decision to make. But my heart was hardened. I love him, and nothing can change that.The morning sun hit my face first, making my eye lids flutter like a trapped bird. Then the door suddenly swung open. I turned around to see Severiano looking immaculate in a black suit and crisp white inner shirt, no tie.“We're moving in twenty minutes, don't keep me waiting."Before I could process anything, he turned and walked out.There was no time to waste. I rushed in and out of the bathroom, slipping on my underwear as I hoped to the closet. I drew out a pink shirt and black sk

Arlari's POVHe lifted me effortlessly and sat me on the spanking bench in front of the mirror. I couldn't recognize my face in front of the mirror. My face was swollen from excess gaging, my face and chest were red, my chest still heaving heavy breaths.“Spread your legs,"I obeyed.“Now you're going to see just how slutty you are, by looking at yourself in the mirror as I fill up your holes."SmackHe spanked my breast.“Huh," I jerked.He made me sit with my legs apart in front of the mirror, my juice dripping down and onto the bench.He yanked my head a little backward by my hair, then reached for my clit from behind and slid four of his fingers into my clit.“Ahh, fuck," I groaned.“That's right, moan it out baby"I moaned into the quiet of the room as he kept thrusting his fingers in and out.I watched myself convulse and cummed on his fingers. The view was arousing. His fingers slurping in and out of me, his lips lodged behind my ear, whispering dirty words that made me long fo

Arlari's POVI stayed on the floor, shaking, trying to catch my breath. My hands were still trembling, my chest tight, my mind buzzing. I couldn’t look at Severiano. I didn’t want to because I knew I’d failed.He didn’t move immediately, just watched me with a calm and steady expression. His eyes were unreadable, but the tension in the room was tough.“Get up,” he said finally.“I…” my voice faltered.“You said red. The training ends, that’s it.”I swallowed, glaring at the floor. “I know. I… I’m sorry.”“You’re not sorry for following your instinct. You’re sorry because you failed,” he said, voice low but steady.“Maybe I am,” I replied.“You’re shaking,” he said, stepping closer. “You should sit in the chair, and relax.”“I… don’t want—”“You will,” he interrupted. “Now.”I obeyed, immediately. My body jerked up before I permitted it, and I slid into the chair. He crouched in front of me, close enough that I could see the faint strain under his eyes, the tension in his jaw. His han

Arlari's POVI woke up coughing, my lungs burning from the dust, my head spinning. Around me, people were running, shouting, and panicking in every corner. My heart jumped straight to Severiano. I had to find him.I pushed myself up, wincing. My body was sore, but the flash drive in my pocket felt safe. That was something at least. I took a deep breath and scanned the chaos. Employees were streaming out, covered in dust. The building shook behind me, metal and glass collapsing further.Then I saw him.Severiano’s car drove in and stopped haphazardly, tires kicking up dust. He didn’t hesitate, he was out of the vehicle before it fully stopped, scanning the crowd with sharp, calculating eyes. I froze, my chest tightened.When he spotted me, his pace hastened immediately, controlled but fast, each step precise. He didn’t say anything. His gaze assessed me from head to toe, looking for injuries. When he reached me, he didn’t waste words. He scooped me up in his arms effortlessly, his hol

Arlari’s POV“What’s so amusing?” Severiano asked, eyes still on the road, voice flat.I shrugged, fingers brushing the necklace again. “You gave me something expensive in a room full of people who could kill without blinking.That’s… amusing.”“It’s normal l,” he said. “Don’t read meaning to it.”“I’m not,” I said. “I’m just noticing.”He didn’t respond. The rest of the drive passed in silence. Not the awkward kind, but the heavy kind. When we got back to the mansion, he parked, got out first, and opened my door without a word. That small act stayed lodged in my chest.Inside, he loosened his jacket and placed his gun on the console like it was a watch. Normal routine. He turned to me.“You should rest,” he said. “It’s been a long night.”“I’m not tired,” I objected.“You had a nightmare.”“And I’m awake now,” I cut in.He studied me for a moment. Not just my face, but my whole posture and my breathing. Like he was reading data off a screen.“Don’t push yourself,” he said.“I’m not g