All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lana Dominic’s fingers close around mine, tight enough to sting, and he pulls me straight onto the dance floor. The move is sudden, rough. For a split second, I forget I’m meant to be the sweet, devoted girlfriend. The role slips. Then he gives a sharp tug and drags me into his body, and it snaps back into place.I collide with him. My hand comes free, and both palms land flat against the smooth silk of his suit. It’s warm beneath my touch. Solid.His breathing is wrong. Short pulls of air. Uneven. I can feel each one through his chest.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I mutter, keeping my voice low.“Nothing.”I narrow my eyes. “Right. You just suddenly felt an overwhelming need to dance with me?”“Yes,” he growls. “You’re mine. Remember? I get to do what I want with you until the end of the month.”God. This man’s mood shifts give me whiplash.He peels my hand from his chest and laces his fingers through mine again, firm and possessive. His other arm clamps around my waist and pu

LanaI throw him a sharp, narrowed look, then spin away before he can say another word. He doesn’t get to see me hesitate. I walk off the dance floor with my chin lifted, steps steady, pride stitched together by force alone after being brushed aside like I was nothing. Cazzo. I’m not made for this world. I’m not made for him. Dominic’s shifting moods could put anyone in an early grave, and I can already feel it wearing me down.My eyes sweep the room as I move, searching for the women’s bathroom. Every step fuels my anger. At him. At myself. At the way I let Dominic touch me while we danced. His hands were firm, confident, like he already owned the space I stood in. And Dio help me, I wanted it. I wanted him.If Marco and that Bianca woman hadn’t appeared out of nowhere, I’m sure I would’ve fallen apart right there. The press of his body, the hard length of him against me, the heat of the crowd, it was too much. My body was already betraying me.Merda. I’m a complete disaster.Meet m

Lana A hard swallow catches in my throat. The sound feels loud in my own head. No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Not once. The way he says it sinks under my skin and spreads fast, leaving me hot and restless, my body already reacting before I can think.His head slips beneath my gown again. I barely have time to breathe before his tongue finds me, light at first, then sure, flicking over my clit. My fingers tangle in his hair on instinct. The other hand grips the edge of the chaise like it might slide away if I let go. His tongue moves in slow, controlled circles, never rushing, never easing up. Every pass makes the pressure build sharper, tighter.A second finger pushes inside me. Slow. Deep. It curls just right, pressing into the spot that makes my breath hitch and my thighs tremble. My hips lift on their own. I can’t keep still. I grind against his palm, against his mouth, chasing the friction. My body feels stretched thin, wound too tight, like I might snap apart at

DominicI glare at my brother from the other side of the elevator. If Marco had even a shred of sense, he would have left the gala with Bianca and gone home. Instead, he followed me. Like he always does when he thinks I’ve crossed some invisible line.My head is already a mess because of Lana. I don’t need him adding weight to it with his silent judgment.She stands close to me, her body tight, her posture closed off. The woman who cracked open in the bathroom feels far away now. That softness is gone, pulled back behind a wall. She feels the tension even if she doesn’t understand all of it.I know I fucked up with Xander. I know how bad it looks. I still don’t care. I won’t let anyone disrespect her. Not him. Not anyone.My phone vibrates inside my jacket. I leave it there. Marco’s phone buzzes right after. He checks it, his jaw tightening.“And so it starts,” he mutters.“What?”He turns the screen toward me. The video is shaky. Grainy. Still clear enough. Me. My fist. Xander Chen.

LanaMy breath catches, sharp and uneven, and a small, humiliating sound slips out before I can stop it.“Dominic, please …” The word hangs there. I don’t know what I’m asking for. I just know I need something from him. Anything.He drops down in front of me, fast and sudden. His knees hit the floor. Those sharp eyes lock onto mine, and the hunger in them steals whatever air I had left. It’s too much. Too intense.“I don’t know how to apologize,” he says. His voice is rough, stripped bare. “I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for. I just know you’re hurting, and I’ll do whatever it takes to fix it. I’m not used to feeling like this. Powerless. And fuck, I hate it.”Fear creeps into his expression. It darkens his eyes, tightens his jaw.“What do you want from me, princess?” he asks again.I know I can’t ask for what I really want. I know how wrong that would be. Talking about feelings with him is forbidden territory. We don’t do that. But there is one thing he can give me. The only