Все главы The Mafia’s Pet: Глава 21 - Глава 30

Diego"Leo, want to take another turn?" I ask, my voice devoid of any emotion, the calmness of it contrasting sharply with the violence unfolding here. Andrei's eyes widen as he frantically looks between me and my Underboss. "Please don't," he pleads, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. I fix my gaze on him, letting the weight of silence settle between us, purposefully deepening his despair. "Are you prepared to speak?" I inquire with menace, my voice cutting through the silent tension in the room. "If not, I can continue this all night. I'm through playing games. I want answers and I want them now." He coughs, spewing droplets of blood on the floor. "The girl you have...she was promised to Viktor. He won't stop until the contract is fulfilled." My jaw tenses. "Contract with who?" Suddenly, his head lolls to the side, his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, he must be passing out from the pain. Or dying from blood loss. Either way, neither is happening until I get my an

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

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

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

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