All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

DominicMy hand shoots out fast and hard. Fingers clamp around his throat before his men even realize what’s happening. No warning. No pause.Beside me, Rocco already has his gun out, arm steady, barrel lined up with Xander’s head. “I warned you,” he says calmly. “I told you what would happen if you talked about her like that.”My grip tightens. Skin warm under my palm. His Adam’s apple jerks wildly, betraying him even while his mouth keeps that smug little smile. He’s trying to look unbothered. He’s failing.“I’ll crush your windpipe right now,” I tell him, voice level. “Rocco will put bullets in these two idiots before either of them even blinks. Think carefully. Is that what you want?”“You’d start a war,” Jin hisses, taking half a step forward.“Maybe the war was always coming.” The calm in my voice is fake. Forced. Inside, everything is boiling over. The disrespect sits heavy in my chest. Of all the men Lana could have crossed paths with, it had to be this one. This piece of tras

Lana The coffee has cooled too fast, bitter and heavy on my tongue. The front page of The Wall Street Journal lies open on the counter, ink smudged in the corners. Dominic is weird like that. Old-fashioned. He still reads a paper the old way, delivered every morning. Who even does that anymore? I can’t help but stare at the black-and-white letters, though my mind refuses to focus on the headlines.It wanders. As always, it wanders where I’ve been trying to keep it locked: to my father. Weeks of mental restraint vanish in an instant. The thoughts creep in, sneaky and insistent, and suddenly I can’t stop them.Is he okay? Does he feel even the slightest bit of shame for selling me to the Kings? For sending me off into someone else’s world? He has no idea how I’m living now, in luxury, in a space he could never imagine. For all he knows, I might be chained in some damp, dark cellar. Forgotten.Will he have the two grand at the end of the month?Part of me, a small, sick part, hopes he

DominicHer eyes drift slowly over my chest. Not just a glance. She really looks. At the scars first. Old knife wounds. Bullet marks that never faded right. Then at the tattoos layered over them, ink meant to blur the damage and make it look intentional.With the bandages gone from my shoulder, there’s nothing left to distract her. Fear tightens in my gut as she steps closer. Too close. Close enough that her gaze could land on the five numbers etched near my heart.They’re woven into the design. Hidden by lines and curves. Anyone else would miss them. But she won’t. She notices everything. It’s only a matter of time before she understands what they mean. A date. One that never leaves me alone.Part of me wants it over with. Wants her to see it and ask. Keeping this from her has been a slow, quiet ache that never lets up. It’s been sitting in my chest for years, heavy and unresolved.But fear wins.I’m terrified that once she knows, she’ll leave. That the truth will be the one thing sh

LanaHe slides one long finger inside me, unhurried but deep, and the slow drag of it almost sends me over right away. My body jolts at the contact. In and out. Then again. He keeps the rhythm steady, patient, like he knows exactly how close I already am. Every movement pulls a shaky breath from my chest until I can’t stay still beneath him.Dominic lifts his head and looks up at me from between my legs. My arousal coats his mouth, shiny and undeniable. His finger keeps working me, relentless now, pushing me higher with every stroke.“I want to watch you come, princess.”My breath breaks as it leaves me. I’m right there. Teetering. One touch away.He slips a second finger inside me. I’m so wet it makes a quiet sound each time he moves. I hear it. I know he does too. My face burns with the knowledge.“Mmm, princess. Has anyone ever made you this wet before?”“No,” I pant, the word torn from me.“Good,” he says softly. “Only for me, baby.”I rock against his hand, needing more, chasing

DominicLana drops beneath me onto the soft carpet, her skin flushed a deep pink, her breath still uneven. I pull the condom off and toss it aside, then curl my body around hers. An arm slides around her waist, drawing her close until her back rests against my chest.“Cazzo,” she mutters, her head settling onto my arm.“Yeah.”She lets out a quiet, warm laugh. I nuzzle into the back of her neck, breathing her in. A dark purple mark stains the curve of her shoulder. Seeing it sends a slow, satisfied smile across my face. I want it seen. I want the world to know Lana is mine.The thought that follows is darker. Heavier. I want her to be mine forever.My body stiffens. The idea freezes my blood where it flows.“What’s wrong?” Lana tilts her head back, searching my face.“Everything.” The smile stays, even though it shouldn’t.“Then why are you smiling?”“Because I’ve never been this happy to be completely ruined.”She shakes her head, eyes drifting shut. “Pazzo.”She’s right. I am. I’m o