Daddy’s Little Obsession (The Don Who Owns Me) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Fina’s POVBy the time he dragged me out for lunch, I was still simmering.Not just angry, wounded in a way I didn’t want to admit.The sun hit my bare legs the moment we stepped outside, the breeze teasing the hem of my shorts. I felt exposed, underdressed, and completely unprepared for whatever waited ahead.And then I saw Valentina. Seated like she owned the place.She didn’t even try to hide it, the way her gaze lifted, slow and deliberate, dragging over me like she was measuring, comparing… judging.And beside her sat a man, relaxed but watchful, like he knew exactly how this would play out.I stopped walking, but Dario didn’t.His hand tightened around mine, firm, unyielding, pulling me forward like I didn’t have a choice—which, truthfully, I didn’t.A chair scraped, he pulled one out for me, and I didn’t look at him.I didn’t look at anyone, I just sat.If they expected me to shrink, to feel small in front of her… They were going to be disappointed.Silence stretched across the

“Merda… you’re so wet for Daddy…” he whispers as he finger-fucks me.I bit my lips, trying so hard to hold back, but I was not strong enough.“Oh God… fuck.”My eyes were closed, head bent back on his chest, the pleasure was intense. Under the blanket, I grabbed his thigh, my fingers scratching his skin.“Ple…ase, Rio…”“Please what?” he tortured me now, going fast and then slow, again and again. I had to beg, because he loves to be begged.“Mmmmm…” I opened my eyes lazily, and the party had shifted further away from us, courtesy of Marco, I guess—but one person still sat there, watching us.With so much hate in her eyes, like she was the wife of my husband.So I moaned louder, biting my lip and rolling my eyes at the sweet feeling of his hands. Our gaze still locked on one another, her chest rising and falling.I knew my husband was crazy when it came to sexual intercourse, but I never knew he’d be this crazy—to finger-fuck me in front of people, especially Valentina.“I’m coming… fu

Fina’s POVI woke up to warmth, not the soft kind, the consuming kind.My breath hitched slightly as I felt him between my thighs, his head buried there, mouth on my pussy, completely focused like I was the only thing in his world. My fingers tightened in the sheets as I looked down at him, my chest rising and falling.“Rio…” I breathed, voice barely there.He didn’t stop, licking and sucking me. Of course, he didn’t.He never did when it came to me.A soft moan slipped past my lips as I let my head fall back into the pillows, my body already responding, already betraying me. I should push him away. I should say something.But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to. This was my husband and I enjoyed his tongue wrapped around me.Minutes blurred together, my pussy tightening, reacting to his sweet assault, unraveling under his control until I finally gasped, my fingers gripping his hair as the wave hit me hard.“God—”He didn’t let me escape it too quickly. He never did. He held me there,

Fina’s POVIn less than an hour, everything changed.One moment, I was still wrapped in the illusion of soft waves, warm nights, and stolen moments that didn’t feel real. The next, I was seated in silence as the helicopter cut through the sky, dragging me away from it all.From him.The island faded beneath us like a dream I hadn’t fully woken from.And just like that… I was going back. Back to reality, back to the life I never chose.Back to being the wife of a don— A don who had just gone to war.I stared out the window the entire ride, my thoughts louder than the blades above us. Something twisted inside me, something I refused to name. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger.It was… something else, something heavier.By the time we arrived at the mansion, I already felt it, the difference.The gates opened slowly, the guards standing straighter than usual. The house loomed ahead—familiar, yet distant, like it belonged to someone else entirely.Like I no longer stepped into it as a prison

Fina’s POVI didn’t even remember when I fell asleep.One moment I was there… breathless, overwhelmed by that heart-wrenching orgasm… still feeling him even through a screen… and the next, everything went dark.When I woke up, my body felt heavy, used in a way that made heat creep back into my cheeks the second I remembered.My fingers tightened slightly against the sheets. God.A slow breath left my lips as I turned my head, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment.“What is wrong with me…” I muttered under my breath.My eyes drifted to the clock beside the bed.Still afternoon, not even evening yet.I pushed myself up slowly, brushing my hair back as flashes of earlier replayed in my head: his voice, the way he looked at me, the way my body responded like it belonged to him.I exhaled sharply and got out of bed, I definitely needed air, I needed to think.After a quick shower, I slipped into a light, simple gown and made my way downstairs. The mansion felt too quiet again, almost