Semua Bab Daddy’s Little Obsession (The Don Who Owns Me): Bab 71 - Bab 80

Fina’s POVMrs. Shakur, and one of the teachers stopped dead in the doorway. The color drained from their face.For one terrible second, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Behind Mrs. Shakur, I noticed the teacher slowly backing away.Then she suddenly turned and ran.Then the woman behind me screamed.“Stay back!”Her arm tightened around my neck. The knife pressed harder against my throat.A sharp sting shot through my skin, and I felt fresh blood trickle down my neck.I cried out. “Please!”My voice shook violently. “Don’t move!”The woman was trembling so badly that I could feel it through her body.Mrs. Shakur slowly raised her hands.“You let Donna Fina go right now.”“Stay back!” the woman shrieked again. “Stay back or I’ll kill her!”The knife dug deeper. I sucked in a shaky breath.My heart hammered against my ribs. Then something clicked in my head.The way they were looking at each other. The hatred.The fear. They knew each other.Mrs. Shakur’s face hardened.“I should have ki

Dario’s POVThe cold water hit my flesh hard, but the thoughts clouding my mind made sure I didn’t feel the sting.This was supposed to be a simple business meeting, but my stubborn wife decided to make me shoot somebody.I closed my eyes and imagined her naked beside me, trying to help me bathe.Jesus, Dario, relax. I scolded myself because my cock was already hard.Give your wife a break. She deserves that at least. Yet, truly, I knew that advice was never from my heart.Suddenly, my hands wrapped my dick, and I began stroking myself. Under the running water, I masturbated to the imagination of my naked wife, who was behind the door waiting.Five minutes into stroking, I felt off. It didn’t feel as good, so I paused.I turned the shower off, and I suddenly heard a familiar sound.Grrrrrrr (the sound of a vibrator).Then, “hmmmm..” a moan followed.My body tensed, and I immediately went for my wife.“Holy fuck!” I roared at the scene I strode into.My beautiful Fina was sprawled on t

Fina’s POVLeaving the Shakur Estate felt heavier than I expected.I sat quietly in the boat as it cut through the water, my eyes fixed on the shoreline growing farther away. Helen stood beside her husband, waving at us from the dock.I lifted my hand and waved back.Even from this distance, I could still see the sadness in her eyes.The truth she had shared about her son, and granddaughter, with me refused to leave my mind.The lies, the sacrifices, the impossible choices.This life.I looked away before the knot in my chest tightened any further.When I glanced behind me, Dario was steering the boat himself. Four additional boats surrounded us, moving in formation.My brows furrowed, we had arrived at the Shakur mansion in cars.Now we were leaving by sea. Nothing with Dario was ever simple.The journey lasted roughly thirty minutes before the yacht finally came into view.Relief washed through me, for some reason, I just wanted to be alone.The moment the boat reached the yacht, Da

FinaShe came loads in my mouth, and I relished sucking every drop of her cum.Rochelle’s moans were like music to my ears, and every time she pulled my hair, it only fueled my need to keep eating her.“Oh my God…” I screamed because I felt an unexpected lick from behind. I turned to see my husband.Presently, he stood between my legs, his cock dripping with drool, and his eyes were so dark. Dario was lost in pleasure; we all were.The tip of his cock grazed my pussy, and without delay, he thrust into me from behind. A harsh gasp escaped my lips.We both sucked in harsh breaths at the sweetness of him buried deep inside me.“Oh shit…” he cursed. I bit my lips, holding back my groans.Slap! He spanked my ass, and I growled, “Owww, fuck!”“Keep eating that cunt,” he ordered, as his pace increased with every passing second.Dario fucked me doggy style while I ate his favorite stripper’s pussy. Which tasted divine, by the way.“Hmmm… yes, feels so good…” Rochelle moaned, her fingers grabb

DarioThe church bells kept ringing, loud but steady.A haunting sound that echoed across the old stone walls and drifted through the cold evening air.To outsiders, it was nothing more than an abandoned church perched on the outskirts of the city.A forgotten place, a holy place, and a place where sinners came to beg for forgiveness.The irony of that thought almost made me laugh.Because behind the church sat one of the biggest distribution points owned by the Severo family.Where drugs, weapons, and money passed through.The shipments arrived through hidden routes, were repackaged inside underground storage facilities, and redistributed across multiple territories.The church stood in front, but Hell operated behind it.And I owned both.I sat comfortably on a wooden chair outside one of the warehouses, a thick cigar resting between my fingers.Smoke curled around me. Blood stained the concrete floor several feet away.Marco drove another punch into the man’s face, and the crack ec