THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Aria’s POV

I was still flushed from what I had done outside, my body still humming, my skin still sensitive.

The moment I stepped into my room, I let the silk robe slide from my shoulders, the cool air brushing over my bare skin. I liked the way I felt sensual, powerful, dripping with satisfaction. I liked the way my body moved, the way my curves caught the dim light, the way my nipples tightened from the lingering heat between my legs.

I let my fingers trail down my stomach, slow, teasing God, I was still wet.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. This was mine. My pleasure. My body

And then the door slammed open.

I gasped, spinning toward the sound, my pulse spiking.

Dominic stood in the doorway, his dark eyes locked onto me, his expression unreadable except for the fury burning beneath the surface.

“Seems you forgot who you belonged to,” he said, his voice like gravel, low and dangerous. “Just because I forgot to lock the door.”

I stepped back instinctively, my breath hitching. But I didn’t cover myself.

I could have. I could have grabbed the robe, wrapped it around me, played the part of the caught, trembling girl. But I didn’t.

Because I remembered what I wanted.

I wanted to use him. Stop being a weak little pawn in his game.

So instead of shrinking away, I smirked. Slowly, deliberately, I flipped my hair over my shoulder, letting the movement expose more of my neck, my collarbone.

“Maybe I wanted you to see,” I said. My voice was smooth, teasing, despite the rapid thud of my heart.

Clearly he seems to have eyes everywhere. How could he even be watching me from the balcony and I didn’t even know?

Jesus.

Dominic’s eyes darkened.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click and took a slow, measured step forward.

I held my ground.

“Is that right?” he murmured, his gaze dragging over me, lingering on my bare breasts, the curve of my waist, the place between my thighs still wet from before.

I bit my lip. “Are you mad because I touched myself… or because I didn’t need you to do it?”

His jaw flexed.

A warning.

The kind that said I was playing with fire.

Good.

In the next second, he moved. Fast.

Before I could react, his hand was in my hair, gripping tight, tilting my head back until I was looking up at him. His other hand skimmed down my side, ghosting over my hip before gripping my thigh, spreading me open just enough to remind me of how exposed I was.

“You really think you don’t need me?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “That you can just do whatever you want. whenever you want?”

I swallowed hard, but I refused to give in. “Maybe.”

He laughed. Low. Dark.

Then he let go of me, stepping back.

I barely had time to process it before he was moving again–going to the dresser, grabbing something.

Leather.

Hope.

A blindfold

My stomach flipped.

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I should have been afraid.

But instead, I felt heat curl low in my belly, anticipation winding through me like a drug

Dominic turned back to me, his smirk dangerous. “Get on the bed, gattina”

I hesitated: Just for a second.

Then I did as he said.

The sheets were cool against my skin as I settled onto my back, my legs slightly parted. I watched him as he approached watched the way his strong fingers tightened around the restraints

I’m going to remind you who you belong to,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed, stradding me. “And I’m going to do slowly.”

He took his time securing my wrists above my head, tying the ropes tight enough that I couldn’t move but not tight enou to hurt. He did the same to my ankles, spreading me wide, leaving me completely open for him

Then he picked up the blindfold

He let it skim over my skin first, dragging it down my stomach, between my legs. My breath caught when the soft fabric brushed against my already aching clit.

“Sensitive?” he murmured.

I bit my lip.

He smirked. “Good.”

Then everything went dark as he tied the blindfold over my eyes.

I felt him shift, his warmth moving away.

And then–crack

A sharp sting across my inner thigh.

I gasped, my body jolting at the unexpected sensation.

The flogger.

He dragged the leather strands over my skin, teasing, before striking again–this time across my stomach, a perfect balance of pain and pleasure.

“You don’t get to take what’s mine without consequences,” Dominic said, his voice smooth, deadly. “You wanted to touch yourself without permission?”

Another strike, this time against my breasts.

I moaned. I fucking moaned.

His chuckle was low, smug

“Oh, gattina,” he murmured. “You’re going to break so beautifully for me.”

His fingers brushed my already soaked pussy, parting me, circling my clit. The contrast between the stinging heat of the flogger and the soft, deliberate pleasure of his touch was overwhelming

I whimpered, my body arching despite the restraints.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “That’s mine.”

His fingers pushed inside me, curling just right, and I cried out, my body tightening around him.

He worked me relentlessly, bringing me to the edge, then pulling away.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

Tears pricked my eyes from the frustration, from the need.

He did it again. And again. Each time, bringing me so close to breaking, only to deny me.

I writhed beneath him, desperate, ruined.

“Please,” I gasped, my pride long forgotten

Dominic hummed. “Please, what?”

I swallowed hard. “Please. let me come.”

He didn’t answer

Instead, he reached for something else.

A vibrator.

I barely had time to process before he pressed it against my swollen clit.

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The intensity was too much, I arched, I screamed, my body shaking as pleasure crashed through me. My legs were shaking from how good it was. The room was filled with the noise from my wet pussy

Oh God!!!

I wanted to move my hands.

To cum

He didn’t stop

Not even when I begged. Not even when I sobbed from the overstimulation

He owned me now.

And I fucking loved it.

I was so close.

The vibrator sent sharp, relentless waves of pleasure through me, my body tensing, every muscle tightening my breath coming in short, broken gasps. The pressure coiled low in my belly, fighter, hotter, almost unbearable

And just when I was about to shatter-

CRACK.

A sharp, stinging slap landed on my inner thigh, pulling me back from the edge with a gasp

I whimpered, frustration and need tangling together into something that felt dangerously close to desperation

Dominic chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet,” he murmured.

I let out a broken sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob, my body trembling. The vibrator was still pressed against my clit, the pleasure still pulsing through me, but it wasn’t enough anymore, I needed to come, needed that release he was so cruelly keeping from me.

But I also needed something else.

Him.

His hands. His mouth. His cock buried deep inside me, filling me, ruining me.

“Please,” I gasped, my pride gone, shattered like the rest of me “Dominic, please-”

Hetsked, dragging his fingers over the spot he had just spanked, soothing the heat before landing another sharp slap

“You don’t get to beg your way out of this, gattina,” he said, voice smooth, taunting “You wanted to act like you were in control? Then take it. Take every bit of what I give you.”

1 moaned, my body arching despite the restraints. The vibrator was still working me, the overstimulation making me shake

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but feel.

Dominic leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You belong to me, he murmured. “Say it.”

I clenched my jaw, my pride flaring–only for him to press the vibrator harder against my clit, the intensity making me cry

out.

“Say it” he ordered again, his voice sharper, leaving no room for defiance.

“1-1 belong to you,” I choked out, the words spilling from my lips before I could stop them.

Dominic groaned, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Good girl.“.

And then he finally gave me what I needed.

His fingers curled inside me, thrusting deep, pressing against that perfect spot over and over, his pace merciless.

The orgasm crashed through me so violently I thought I might black out, my body convulsing against the restraints, my cries breaking into breathless gasps as the pleasure kept going

I squirted.

He didn’t stop.