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The Mafia’s Pet Chapter 23
Vanessa Three days had passed since I narrowly escaped murder or kidnapping, but Diego has once again confined me within these suffocating walls. Anger and fear mingle within me, a potent cocktail that burns hotter with each passing day. I know he's been busy torturing some guy, but that doesn't justify treating me like a prisoner again. Not when I didn't do anything wrong this time! I've been pestering Danny about my captor's whereabouts all day, but every time I ask, he just grunts and turns his attention back to his phone. Strangely, I think he's starting to grow on me though...like toe fungus you just can't get rid of. The fact that he hasn't hurled a derogatory word my way in a while gives me a glimmer of hope—maybe, just maybe, he's harboring less animosity towards me. I lay on Diego's bed, my gaze fixed on the unyielding ceiling, casually toying with the collar around my neck. The room holds the oppressive silence of captivity that grows tighter by the minute. An hour a
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VanessaA low growl emanates from his chest as Diego's jaw tightens in restrained frustration, his piercing gaze intensifying. "Enough! Time to put that filthy mouth of yours to better use," he declares, his voice low and commanding. He utters something in Spanish to Abuela, who remains in the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returns, carrying what appears to be a dog bowl filled with steak bites, mashed potatoes, and corn. Diego takes a seat, and she places the bowl beside his chair on the floor. Her expression remains stoic as she responds in their native language before quietly exiting the room. "Eat your dinner, Mascota," he orders harshly, not sparing a glance in my direction as he begins digging into his own plate. A wave of fear washes over me as I realize he's not dismissing his men. This is another punishment, done in front of others, meant to degrade and humiliate me. I glance around, searching for a sympathetic gaze among the men, but their eyes are averted, unwilling to
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Vanessa I wake with him stroking my back. I must have turned over some part in the night, and I guess he thought it gave him the right to touch me. I never see Diego in the mornings, other than the day of the unfortunate shopping spree, so I'm assuming the man he was torturing is dead. I can't help but wonder if I've only witnessed a fraction of the anger and aggression he's capable of. I'm certain that Russian man experienced it in full, though I don't feel sympathy for him. He fucking deserved it. The bed dips as he makes his way to the bathroom. I keep my eyes closed, attempting to control my breathing so he'll leave me alone. The sound of water running in the tub and his footsteps padding against the floor reaches my ears. Suddenly, he yanks the blanket from my body. "Get up, Mascota," he demands, "you don't have to pretend to be asleep." I peek up at him through my lashes and gape at the sight before me. He's completely naked, his intimidating cock standing at attention. I sw
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Vanessa His eyes never leave mine as he pulls down my pajama pants along with my panties. Completely exposed to him, heat rises to my face, and I quickly cover my bald pussy. Just as fast, he yanks my arms back down to my sides. "Don't ever hide that pretty pussy from me. It's mine!" he growls possessively. I avert my gaze to the tiled floor. "I-I'm sorry, Sir," I mumble. The bathroom is filled with the sound of him settling into the bathtub, water sloshing around him. "Get in, Mascota," he orders sternly, the command cutting through the air. "Okay." The water, hot but still pleasant, envelops me as I enter the tub across from him. I keep my eyes fixed on the ripples forming in the water, refusing to look directly at him. Even though the tub is unnecessarily spacious, knowing that we're both naked underneath the water is enough to have my skin crawling from my bones. "Eyes on me." I meet Diego's gaze and see him leaning on the other side of the tub, his arms spread on the edg
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Vanessa "Open your legs." My eyes widen, and I shake my head vigorously. "I-I can do it myself-" He cuts me off with an icy glare. "Open your fucking legs." I open my mouth to protest, but quickly close it. Defeated, I slowly spread my thighs, allowing him to reach into the water and wash my most intimate part. A soft gasp escapes my lips as he brushes the fabric against my clit; It feels like a jolt of electricity that ignites every nerve ending in my body. His eyes snap to mine, amusement in their depths. "You like that, Mama?" My cheeks flush as I look away. He firmly grasps my chin, compelling my attention back to him. His expression turns ravenous, and I squirm beneath his gaze as his fingers trail down my jawline. A shiver courses through my body, torn between the desire to pull away and the magnetic pull of his touch. "You're being such a good girl for me today," he murmurs with a deep, resonant rumble. "Would you like me to reward you?" I know I should say no, th
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Vanessa Yesterday, the remainder of the day was filled with various exercises. When he mentioned "training," I initially assumed it was something sexual, or at least that's what I secretly hoped for. However, it turns out I'm apparently training for the Olympics or some shit. He not only had me lifting weights in his indoor gym, but also made me run laps outside. After helping Diego with his "nightly routine", I crawled into bed and immediately fell asleep. It was likely the quickest I've drifted off since arriving here. Today, my muscles are screaming in protest. The morning went by smoothly with me sitting in Diego's lap while he fed me. I don't know why he insists on doing that, it's like he has to visually see that I'm eating, and he doesn't trust me to feed myself. I'm beginning to suspect that the punishment from the other night was less about me disrespecting him and more about my poor appetite. Like sorry, I can't just eat after watching someone get murdered like he can
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Vanessa Camila's gaze intensifies, as if she's on a mission to unravel every one of my secrets. "You're very beautiful. I can see why Diego has taken a liking to you." I snort. "He doesn't like me, I'm just here for one purpose." A purpose I'm beginning to desire more and more each day. "He can get whores anywhere," she states matter-of-factly. "I've never seen him take a day off from managing his properties, but he's here with you. That must mean something." She speaks of him as though their history is extensive, and I can't help but wonder if she's another one of his past lovers. He seems to have a lot of those. With sympathy in her eyes, she begins, "Look, Diego has had a very traumatic life. I know he may be scary as hell at times, but given his lifestyle, he has to be. Believe me, beneath all of that macho steel, he's a good man with a big heart. I think you bring out his gentler side." I blink. What? An unhinged laugh bubbles from my lips. "Oh no, I don't know wha
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Vanessa Diego spreads his thighs apart slightly, mine naturally falling open as he reaches down to brush his fingers against my pussy. My back arches, pressing me against his muscular chest. A soft moan tumbles from my lips, and he immediately retracts his touch, leaving me aching for more. "Be a good girl for me. Make another noise and I stop completely," he threatens in my ear. I nod and he starts again. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, stifling any sound that wants to escape. "You better pray to your god that I don't send you to meet him today!" he growls as he continues rubbing me with firm, fast circles. "No es una amenaza, es una promesa (It's not a threat, it's a promise). That shipment better be at the club by morning or else," he snarls, ending the call. I should be frightened right now, the psychopath is threatening to kill people, but there must be a disconnect between my brain and my vagina because it just drenches his lap in more wet heat. With his full attent
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