All Chapters of ALL YOURS: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I obeyed instantly. He tapped the heavy, leaking head against my tongue, letting me taste the salty precum before pushing deeper.“Suck your husband’s cock like a good little wife.”I took him in eagerly, lips stretching wide around his girth. He was so thick my jaw ached almost immediately, but I didn’t care. I bobbed my head, taking as much as I could, tongue swirling around the veined underside while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.Matteo groaned deeply, one hand tangling in my hair as he guided me.“That’s it… good girl. Use that pretty virgin mouth. Get my cock nice and wet for your tight little pussy.”He fucked my mouth for long minutes — slow, deep thrusts that made me gag and drool, tears streaming down my cheeks. Every time I choked, he praised me.“Look at you… my innocent little bride choking on her Don’s cock. So fucking perfect.”When his cock was glistening with my spit, he pulled me up and bent me over the long dining table.My breasts pressed against t

SOFIA’S POV**I woke up the next morning with Matteo’s cum still leaking slowly from my newly stretched pussy.The ache between my legs was constant — a delicious, throbbing reminder that the ruthless Don had claimed my virginity on the dining table and filled me so full I could still feel the warmth of his release deep inside me.For the next several days, Matteo turned my training into an art form.He kept me naked most of the time, except for the black silk ribbon from our blood vow tied loosely around my throat like a collar. He made me crawl to him on my hands and knees when he wanted me. He fed me from his fingers. He made me thank him every time he made me come.And I was addicted.My innocent mind was fracturing under the weight of overwhelming lust. Every time he looked at me, my pussy clenched and dripped. Every time he called me “little wife” in that dark, possessive voice, I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to ruin me again.Tonight, he took it further.We were in hi

SOFIA’S POV**The family chapel on the estate was small, ancient, and heavy with the scent of incense and old wood. Moonlight streamed through stained-glass windows, casting colored patterns across the marble altar and the polished pews. A single row of candles burned along the sides, their flames flickering like they knew what was about to happen.I stood at the entrance in nothing but the black silk ribbon still tied around my throat like a collar, my body already trembling with anticipation and fear.Matteo waited for me at the altar.He wore only black pants, his powerful, tattooed chest bare, the silver cross he sometimes wore dangling between his pecs. In his hand was the long black silk ribbon from our blood vow — the same one that had bound our bleeding wrists on our wedding day.His dark eyes burned as they raked over my naked body.“Come to me, little wife.”I walked down the aisle on shaky legs, my bare feet silent on the cool marble. My pussy was already swollen and drippi

SOFIA’S POV**Three weeks had passed since that night on the chapel altar.Matteo had left for “business” the next morning, but he made sure I felt his absence in the most torturous way possible. Every single day he sent instructions — sometimes a short text telling me exactly how to touch myself, sometimes a package with new toys I was ordered to use while video-calling him. My body had become his favorite plaything, even from hundreds of miles away.Tonight he finally returned.The moment the bedroom door opened, I was on my knees in the center of the room, completely naked except for the black silk blood-vow ribbon tied tightly around my throat like a permanent collar. My thighs were already slick with arousal. My nipples were tight peaks. My pussy throbbed with weeks of pent-up need.Matteo stood in the doorway, still in his travel clothes — black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, powerful forearms flexing as he closed the door behind him.His dark eyes raked over

MATTEO’S POV**She was going to be the death of me.Three weeks after I left her dripping on the chapel altar, I still couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth. Sofia. My virgin bride. My perfect little wife. The innocent girl I’d bought with blood and vows was now the only thing that made the monster inside me feel alive.I watched her from the shadows of the bedroom as she slept.Naked. Collared with the black silk ribbon I’d tied around her throat myself. Her thighs were still parted slightly, the evidence of last night’s fucking glistening between them — my cum still leaking slowly from her swollen pussy and her well-used ass. The sight made my cock throb so hard it ached.I had killed men for less than the thoughts running through my head right now.She stirred, lashes fluttering, those big doe eyes opening and immediately finding me in the dark. The moment she saw me, her breath hitched and her nipples tightened into hard little peaks. Even half-asleep, her body knew who it