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16: Bad Lessons, Good Counsel
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HIS: The Mafia King's Property 17: Your Truly
Elara's POV‘I'm beautiful and smart… I'm priceless.’I recited the mantra in my head over and over again. Sitting on the soft plush chair in the fully air-conditioned lobby, I was the last person in the line of ladies waiting to be interviewed. Lately, Marco was always on the run, either sorting something out, or barking into his phone, or cussing out and drowning bottles of expensive liquors. When he left this morning with Lorenzo, while they ranted about some missing funds, I left home, not to escape, but to job hunt. ‘Make do with your magic.’ Lady Lucia's vague words came harder. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was here anyway to find out. “Martha,” the receptionist's voice sounded. “This way, please.” One by one, the ladies and gentlemen that came to for the same job placement, were called to be interviewed. Even though I dropped out of my school and the course my parents had pioneered, I took online classes and had qualifications on account and finances. Hopefully, th
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-01HIS: The Mafia King's Property 18: Your Weak Oppressor
Elara's POV ‘Chaos. Danger. Wrath… Hopefully, I wouldn't burn with it.’Beads of water streaked down my skin, soaking through my dark green night dress. It caused the fabric to smack against my breasts, revealing the tender curves of my firm breasts, voluptuous as a watermelon, with nipples hardened from buried desires. I let my hair fall over my shoulders, dripping water on me the more. When I walked into the room, Marco was already in. Bare-chested, his tall frame stood firm in the middle of the room, he groaned in the phone. His hand dug into his hair. Our eyes locked. For a minute, he went mute, hungry hazel eyes trailed down my frame and watched me with lustful delight. Something flickered in his eyes before it disappeared. Admiration? Mere want? “... yeah. Send it right away.” He resumed mumbling in the phone. Still, his eyes didn't peel off my sexiness for a second. I felt naked, totally naked, feeling his eyes strip off every fabric from my body. My throat bulged when
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-02HIS: The Mafia King's Property 19: Dirty Property
Elara's POV “You'll love the surprise, mio cioccolato bianco.” He whispered in my ear and slipped a hand behind my waist, his thumb grazed the beaded pores, touching my bare skin. Like me, he was dressed in a clean two-piece suit, black alligator leather shoes, doused in spicy cologne, and irresistible aura. He was indeed Conti's heir. Smack.I slapped his hand off my body, not bothering if his staff watched. Marching frantically to his rescue, Sofia was this close to acting nasty.In haste, I flapped the trail of my dress, stretching the slit as it bared my flawless skin. Jumped in the car and slammed the door. Marco looked iaway from our eyes met. Finding a good distraction, he held her arms, soothing her like baby. Their union made me sick. Soon, he joined in the car and the journey started. For what seemed like an hour, we kept driving. I perched to the end of the seat, taking caution. He just chuckled, dragged on his cigar, and puffed. On arrival, the hall was elegant, wi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-02HIS: The Mafia King's Property 20: Gentle Waves
Marco's POV Berries and tinge of champagne… The sweet blend of Elara’s lips lingered as I tasted it like her lips were still on mine. After the long kiss, she got extremely mad at me, like she didn't enjoy it when the whole time, she smeared me to herself and bit my lips from the pent-up desire. She spent the night with her daughter. “Hmm…” A low groan escaped my throat, and I inhaled deeply, hating my action as I pulled in the cold running water. Standing beneath the icy shower for what seemed like forever, I let it drain my tensed emotions and muscles. With it barely soothing my erection, I slammed it off and walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. My cell phone chimed with a text. No minute went without me working around the clock. I heaved a sigh of relief on seeing it was Madre. ‘Your breakfast is getting cold, mio Tesoro.’ My lips curled with a warm smile. She had made it clear countless times that I was her little boy, no matter how much I aged. Randomly settling for a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03HIS: The Mafia King's Property 21: For You
Marco's POV Like a rocket, fueled by impulse, I dove for Elara, arms around her, hands palming her small head to shield her, we crashed beneath the table with a loud thud. "Giù! Get down!” I pulled out my gun, clicking the trigger in place. Pushing her in, I spun my back to the ground to get a good view of the place. The loud wailing and cry of the staff and the deep agony of Mr. Benedict filled the air. No gunshot, nothing. “No. No. No.” Elara whimpered, clutching at me like a second skin. Arms and legs around me in a tight grip. “Please… I beg you.” Her groan jerked in a soft sob, tears pouring out her eyes like a river. Attached to me, she was trembling like a jellyfish, deeply inhaling and holding her breaths longer than she normally would. “Listen to me,” I brushed air off her face, caressing her chubby cheeks. “You're safe…”She shook her head, refusing to let go, refusing to believe the slightest word other than my presence. “I have to go, Elara.” I managed to peel her
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03HIS: The Mafia King's Property 22: Just Say The Word
Elara's POV “What would it take to make you stay…” I noticed Marco's muscles stiffen, every thread of his being went rigid beneath his tight white packet shirt. His hazel-brown eyes narrowed, dark with arousal, untamed desires… heavy with need. “... Master?” At the whisper of it, like a captor to his slave, he paused, eyes feasting my body as if I was naked, totally naked, and on grand display like his commercials on auctions. His firm kissable lips narrowed in a thin bow, testing to to say another word, resist him, or face my doom. ‘ELARA?!!!’My mind tried to recover the remnants of my sanity, by my screwed brain, which was filled with the dirty images of him alone, was way too fried. Gone Girl. “Anything.” This time, I whispered, sucking cool air through clenched teeth; the soothing sound turned me on and did way worse to him. “Dont. Mess. With. Me.” He gulped dryly, breathing labored at his stern warning. “Hmm,” I bit my lower lips, chewed, and ran my tongue along my lip
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-04HIS: The Mafia King's Property 23: Unexpected
Elara's POV “Your phone.” Marco tossed it to me like it were an object, and walked to the private study erected at the extreme. Still in the madness of the scary incident at the party, he returned to work. Kaid on the other hand was yet to return, the same as Lorenzo. “Can I still visit?” His muscles tensed and he looked straight ahead. I could feel his cold gaze as though his eyes were at the back of his head. Not pushing my luck, I picked up the phone before it would be taken back from rage. Collpsing in bed, I dialed Evelyn’s and Alice’s numbers. A few times, it got sent to voice-mail, other times, they didn't respond. Oh, god.I pressed my eyes shut. The fear of losing them weighed strong, causing me to blonk back tears. It just had to be the scary image of that skull served as my dinner. My stomach churned and Bile welled up in my throat. Even if they were okay, I would still hurt. Perhaps they despise me for breachijg communication, or think I abandoned them. It would h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-04HIS: The Mafia King's Property 24: Angry Bird
Elara's POV My life was like a thin thread, and with one silly mistake, it may snap. Staring at Marco's dark gaze that narrowed in on our prolonged handshake, I knew I was in a mess, and Matthew was done. Whatever he tried to slip in my hand had to be for just my eyes. Not having the brain cells to think it through, I had to make a smart move. My hand curled as I pulled away, holding around the object. It was his card. More reason for Matthew to run off once the door swings open. “Vee.” I called at my three-year-old, who innocently munched on her cookies, getting a bit of distraction as her small figure blocked my hand. “Can I stay a bit longer?” She winced and groaned, crumbs of cookies messed up the place. “I'm afraid darling, we have to go.” I carried her and skillfully slipped the card into the pocket of her bag pack. Heaving a soft sigh of relief, I carried her in my arms and rose to take my leave. “I'll miss you, Evie.” I pecked her cheeks and she reciprocated. Her clut
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HIS: The Mafia King's Property 60: Day Of Recompense
Marco's POV Acid in a Pyrex glass. A loaded gun tucked in my pants. A leather wallet of spiked daggers.Good to go, I carried them to the private chambers where we would be meeting and set the glass beside my seat. The gun remained with me, and so did the set of blades. Hard jaws, and strong facade, but bleeding internally, I walked to the room. I spent the whole night in the study, crying my eyes out. “Marco?” She turned once the door opened. By the dresser, she sat, wrapped in just a bath towel. Her hair was neatly bound in another towel, baring her flawless skin, slender neck, and back. The towel dipped, forming a deep V-shape that sharply cut in, almost revealing her bum cheeks. Not expecting her reaction, she secured the towel around her chest and rushed towards me. She threw herself on me, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. She smelled of lavender and milk, and something so sweet. Elara…I held back a sob, refusing to break down on the day I'd drink their blood in return
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 59: Brutal Blow To Your Fucking Gut
Marco's POV The next bastard just rode in, right into my fucking trap. From my smart watch, I monitored the outside of my home. Once bitten, I wasn't trusting any fucker. Still ignorant of my findings, he fully parked in the garage, and casually strolled in, maintaining his gentleman steps. Soon, he'd ring me to inform me of his presence. “I'll be back soon, cioccolato bianco.”Leaning in, I pressed a light kiss on Elara's forehead. She was nestled in my arms, in total surrender, and sleeping as peacefully as a child with their guardian angel. This was the same lady who almost ripped me in shreds. Elara. A small smile crept along my lips. Gently, I admired her pretty features, big eyeballs, with long eyelashes that swept her face, full pouty lips, long ass…The more I looked, I found how perfect she was, not the other way around. I tried to free myself from her, as she was on my chest, and my arm was beneath her tender body. She whimpered sleepily and sighed in discomfort.
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 58: Teach Me To Love You
Marco's POV “Elara, drop the knife…”“Stay away from me.” She thrust the sharp blade forward. “I'm serious.”Her voice was shaky. Just like her hands. Fear, anxiety, pain… I fed off them, but this ripped my heart, pulled the soft muscles, and pricked my skin. “Listen to me…”“Marco.” She warned, breathing labored each second. “I'm warning you.”Eyes not on the weapon, but on her, holding her gaze carefully, silently whispering words to her. Now, I was at the base of the stairs, a few inches away from her. She staggered backward, clutching the weapon in both hands. “Let's not do this, Elara.” I muffled, replacing her steps with mine. “God.” She groaned, hitting the edge of a couch. That was it, she didn't move again. Now, I was more careful. “Put down the weapon.” I gently ordered. “Elara…”I reached for her hand, but she shoved the knife forward, plunging the tip into my palm. I groaned but didn't pull away. Instead, I let the blade sear deep into my palm, tearing down my s
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 57: Break Up, Make Up
Marco's POV ‘Time's up, bitches!’ “You. You. You.”I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison. “No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue. “And if any fucking photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense. With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle. The fuck he was playing with?! “Mr. Conti.” Ramson rushed behind me. When I stopped, he almost bumped into me. My stern face was all that he needed to speak. I barely had any time left to mess around. “Uh…” He pushed his lens back to his eyes. “I think that it's a bad idea to go now.
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 56: Two Wrongs
Elara's POV ‘For Marco to be away from you… Hate you… Break off the deal - Isn't that what you've always wanted, Elara?’The tiny voice in my head questioned its tone was a mix of mockery and reality. Without denial, that was exactly what I hoped for, wished for, and prayed for. I wanted to be away from him for my peace of mind, for Violet. Except now, it only felt wrong. It felt like I had been charged with life imprisonment like I was trapping myself in a box and shutting it out of the world. Marco, the supposedly black demon, was my light, the brightest after Violet. He'd shown me what true love and obsession meant, what it felt like to be loved by a king of his kind. Maybe quite psychopathic, but genuine… or too dominant, but what if I wouldn't want to be loved any other way? “Damn it.”I sighed and fell flat on the bed, tired of the dozens of thoughts going through my mind at a go. The few days he'd recoiled to his shell, treated me like nothing other than an object for
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 55: Snipper
Chapter Fifty-five: A Slice Of Your SecretMarco's POV ‘Can we meet by noon? I have something that might interest you. - Ramson.’Reading through Ramson's text, I typed a response right away and sent it, demanding his address. It's almost been ages since we last met. In less than a minute, my phone chimed with the details bold on my screen. Noted. Locking my phone and setting it down, I picked up my cutlery and resumed chopping through the pan-seared chicken breast with sprinkles of mayonnaise and honey as sauce. Kaid was beside me, standing off my personal space, hands crossed per usual, and face as straight as my ass. It was almost thirty minutes past breakfast and Elara was yet to show up at the table. After Madre's passing, it's been barely two weeks since we revived the tradition of eating as a family at the table. “Lady Elara is coming right away, Don.” Francesca gave a curt bow and moved to dish out a sizeable portion of everything on the table for her. Lazy footsteps
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 54: One Step Closer
Marco's POV ‘One bastard down. One more to go.’Lounging on the couch, I dragged on my cigar and puffed, dispensing my thick smoke in the air-conditioned room, as it formed a white cloud above me. Kaid slightly bowed after delivering the old news, and stepped aside, taking camp behind the couch. The moment I focused more on Lucas and my cousin, I noticed the slight detachment on Kaid's end. His sudden out-of-sight mode, busy calls in the guise of work… He was next. And fuck it, if he was in with Sofia, he'd kill himself with his weapon, and his fucked-up soul would never forgive him in hell.I gulped down what was left of the shot and signaled for him to pour another, only thrusting a finger up. “Si, Don.” He poured a shot and stepped aside, hands crossed in front of him. His phone buzzed in his breast pocket. He pulled it out to see who the caller was, stopped the vibration, and slipped it back in.My eyes caught the small frown that lurked around his lips, and his narrowed ga
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 53: In Control
Marco's POV Again, Elara disobeyed me… As if the last punishment wasn't enough, she has sinned. Perched to the door frame and going undetected, I watched her banging body wrapped in thick hilarious clothes as she shifted on her feet, nervous. She pressed the phone to her ear and played the voice message in low volume. ‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing… Call me whenever you get this.’Her suddenly trembling hand tried to dial the number. To be certain that she was alone, she turned to confirm it, only to be faced with my hard figure. Shocked, she jerked, causing the phone to almost slip off her slippery hold. Like I was a child, she hid her hands behind her back. Even her three-year-old was smarter. “The phone.” I pulled my hand out, my demand was direct and fierce. Still, she tried to be adamant. It was the same reason we got here - her stubbornness.“Give it now.” Slowly, she walked towards me, her big eyes widened, eyelashes flickered. She looked pitiful, maybe broken. Not
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 52: Little Perks Of Your Monster
Elara's POV Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. Oh, god. I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. ‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!......Just touch yourself already!’My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. One… two… three… seven. The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. Seven and a half… eight? Argh!I sp
