《The Mafia King's Obsession 》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

DominicI still can't believe that wild girl shot me. Dio. I let my guard slip. That almost never happens. I've spent years making sure no one ever gets the upper hand on me. Yet there she was, shaking, furious, driven by instinct instead of sense. All her blood was rushing in the wrong direction. I underestimated her. That mistake won't repeat itself. Not now. Not with her living under my roof.Lana sits rigid on the couch while Dr. Rossi works on my shoulder. Every part of her looks wound tight, like she's ready to spring at the smallest opening. Normally, I would've handled this behind closed doors, quiet and controlled. But I couldn't risk losing sight of her. Marcus still has loose ends to tie up. Elara is out of the apartment, running errands. That leaves too many gaps.I watch Lana from across the room without hiding it. She twists a dark lock of hair around her finger, then lets it fall, then does it again. The habit feels nervous. Restless. She's nothing like the girl burne

Lana The bedroom is sharp and modern, all clean lines and cold glass, but the air is heavy with a spicy, musky smell. It hangs around me the moment I step inside. I already know what it is. I have only spent a few hours with Dominic Vance, and somehow his scent is already familiar. It is the same smell that surrounded me when he had me pressed flat to the ground earlier. It settles into my chest before I can stop it.He follows me in. Too close. His presence crowds the space, and the warmth of his breath brushes the curve of my ear. The fear should come now. It should slide under my skin, cold and sharp, the way it always used to. Instead, nothing happens. No panic. No dread. Just a tight pull of excitement that makes my stomach twist.That should scare me more than anything.I am alone in an empty penthouse with a man everyone calls the most ruthless in New York City. A stranger. A dangerous one. And still, my body refuses to react the way it should.Something in me must have bro

LanaHeat creeps up the back of my neck while my fingers move through the open drawer. Too many options. Boxers stacked on one side. Boxer briefs folded tight. And, somehow, a few bikini briefs tucked between them like a bad joke. Typical Italian man. Control everything. Even his underwear drawer looks planned.“Are you doing inventory,” Dominic says, “or are you going to pick something?”His voice is low. Too close. His breath skims the shell of my ear, warm and slow, and my heart jolts hard against my ribs. I don’t remember hearing footsteps. One second he was across the room. The next, he’s here.I don’t turn around. I grab the first pair my fingers touch and slam the drawer shut, the sound sharper than I mean it to be.His eyes drop to the fabric pinched between my thumb and finger. A lazy smirk spreads across his mouth. My traitorous heart trips over itself. Since when did the man who kidnapped me start looking like this? Calm. Confident. Infuriatingly attractive.“Those are my l

LanaMy thoughts keep drifting back to the town car. That moment won’t loosen its grip.The sound. The shock of it. The firm weight of his palm. The sharp sting that faded into heat almost right away. I had never been spanked before. Not like that. Not in a way that felt deliberate. Not in a way that stayed with me after.Now it keeps replaying. Over and over. It sits under my skin and refuses to settle.“No,” I say at last, forcing the word out through clenched teeth. “I’m not some disobedient child. I don’t need discipline.”He makes a low sound in his throat. “You’re acting like one.”The elevator doors slide open. He steps back, finally giving me space. The pressure between us breaks. I draw in a deep breath, clean and steady, no trace of his scent. My heart slows, but it doesn’t calm.He turns away from me.My eyes don’t listen.I watch him move, smooth and confident. My gaze follows him without permission. His back comes into view, marked with scars I hadn’t fully noticed before

DominicThe clock on the nightstand glows in the dark. I stare at it until my eyes ache and force out a slow breath. Sleep never really came. Every small sound made my pulse spike. The house settling. A distant creak. Even with the security system fully armed and Ricardo stationed on the ground floor, my body stayed tense. I kept thinking Lana would find a way to leave.The thought of losing her hurts more than it should. It cuts straight through my chest, fast and sharp. That alone pisses me off. She moved in yesterday. One day. I don’t get attached. I don’t spiral like this. Feelings are distractions. Weak points. Yet after ten years, she shows back up, and suddenly my rules feel thin. Fragile.I wasn’t bluffing yesterday. If one of my men had crossed me the way she did, there would’ve been consequences. Real ones. A finger gone. Maybe a toe if I was in a forgiving mood. That’s the world I live in. She has no idea how close she came to it.My thoughts slide back to the bathroom bef