All Chapters of His Darkest Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sight of Eliana roused so many feelings inside Cesare as he watched her struggle to get to him. The speaker was in her hand. The speaker wasn’t heavy, but when you hold it too long it definitely weighs on you until you want to let it go.Her face was still wet from the little fit she had pulled to try to woo him away from his real reasons for being here. The punishment he was about to give her was little compared to what she had done.Putting porn on live on the TV while his soldiers watched—and who knew what went through their minds with her sitting there in scanty clothing and his most trusted soldier at her feet.All a game. She had been trying to play with him, and well, he was here for more. He wanted to play.He sat upright as she reached him, just a foot away. He waited as she moved closer. Sweat flooded her face. The room was cold but she was hot.He was going to make her hotter.The tiny clothing she wore to sleep — a tiny strap crop top and cotton shorts — he was sure s

Threat. That’s what this is. Cesare didn’t mean any of it. As much as the sight of her writhing after using his belt on her and her glistening cunt shining through like a beacon of light between her thighs beckoned to him. He didn’t want that. Not today. Today Eliana was going to suck a cock like a two-cent whore. His whore. Only in his presence. No one was allowed to see her any way other than the queen she would be by his side when the time came. She was scared of that punishment—or more like annoyed that she took joy in the pain and pleasure that came with it. It was fun seeing her holding back an orgasm or acting like she didn’t feel affected by him. Andrea didn’t need to stutter when he questioned him, and he gave a clear answer that everything had been scripted to get his attention. She hadn’t gotten his attention, but she gained it after pulling what she did. Not everyone had the liver to defy him, and she did it more often than thinking. “Put your hands behind you

“Give me the reports.” Cesare sat down in his chair inside his home office. It had been three days since he returned and punished Eliana. Since then, he had gone through countless calls with his father’s doctor, listening to updates about his father’s deteriorating health. Things needed to move fast. The moment his father died, he needed to be prepared. So once he was gone, Cesare would be appointed as the new Capo dei Capi. His uncles and the other Capos from different states and Dons would have no say in the matter. Being the son of the Capo didn’t automatically grant him the mantle. That was exactly why he needed to prove himself. He needed to show them he had the capability to rule the Camorra. “Boston routes for our arms shipment have been closed, Capo—” “Wait.” Cesare raised his hand, palm facing upward. His brows furrowed. “You mean to say the port has been closed? Who the fuck dared to do that?” His underboss swallowed, shifting slightly on his feet as he

The laughter of Eliana’s friends echoed through the walls of the house, bright and carefree, spilling from the theatre room and weaving through the cold, quiet walls. After the birthday party she had complained to Cesare about missing, he decided to let her invite her friends over. They had been in there for hours now—watching movies, chatting, and taking photos. When the clock edged past lunchtime, Cesare instructed the housekeeper to call her down for lunch. He couldn’t have her forgetting to eat. Eliana was forgetful. A few minutes later, he strode down the stairs, his phone pressed against his ear as he conversed on the line. His voice was low as he listened to the person speaking. Then he heard it. A melodic, soft, sweet laughter. Cheerful. Full of life. He continued walking down the stairs, but the sound became louder and closer this time. He knew that sweet voice. Like he knew the sound of his own. But he wanted to see her face as she laughed. He lifted his gaze toward

Thirty Minutes Before “The casino is still running as smoothly as I remembered?” “I have it under control.” His uncle laughed and nodded his head, the toothpick in his mouth rolling lazily from one corner of his mouth to the other. The man was a sly fucker. “That I see.” Cesare rose from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket as he rounded the desk. This was the office in the casino. There was an office in every club and casino they owned. They had managers who took care of them, Dons in New York and other states where their businesses were located. It was a small room that housed luxurious furniture and equipment, and the desk was an authentic mahogany that probably cost thousands, enough to tell him where his money was going. He cleared his throat and sat on the desk in front of his uncle, who was sitting on the plush leather sofa. A leather he knew cost thousands after watching his uncle bounce on it when they came in. They were too soft. Too flexible. After