Dario’s Jewel – Darios Empire Read Online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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She asked about the wedding. I told her I haven’t picked a date but my soon to be mother-in-law is pushing for a month from now so she can have grandbabies. I asked her about her pregnancy, and she informed me this will be baby number four in three years. Apparently she had twins and then another girl and now she is pregnant again. My heart skipped a bit listening to her talk about her children. She sounded happy to be a mom. I had never thought about it until I met Dario.

When she asked me if I wanted children, I wanted to answer her, but something held me back. I didn’t know he was in the room until he spoke. “We both do. I am working on it.” he winked at me and I blushed.

She was really good at her job. The things that were going to hurt, hurt less because she talked to me. Dario stayed in the room the whole time. Though I was facing away from him, I could feel his eyes on me. Every time she touched a part of my body and pierced it; fire lit inside of me knowing I was doing this for him. To show him I am devoted to him and that I am happy to be his possession, because you know what I learned over the last week, he is my possession as well. By the end, all of my tattoos were finished, my piercings done, and I was so fucking sore. She applied ointment and he gave me pain meds. I will never forget the look on his face when she left the room after she was finished and I was standing before him, his insignia, name and ownership permanently painted on my body and his diamonds piercing my body. He looked feral. Animalistic. Hungry. I stood in the middle of the room, back straight as he circled me like a lion sizing up its prey. My skin burned, not from the pain of the needle or the sting of the antiseptic, but from his gaze, the heat of his approval, the fiendish like way he sniffed me before kneeling in front of me and looking up.

“My Queen.” He said nothing but those two words, but I knew. I got what he was saying. He was thanking me... for giving myself to him. He was thanking me for choosing the darkness with him. He was worshipping me the only way he could since he couldn’t touch me right now because of the ink and swag. He helped me put my clothes on and carried me out of the shop like I was spun Gold in peril.

Since that day, I have found more and more of my voice and strength and I am not ashamed of the fact that I draw that from him. I don’t know, it has been kind of fun torturing him. Every day he has to apply the ointment down there and check it and every day when he does, I am wet and greedy for him. I know he can’t, but I love that he can smell me, and it drives him crazy. Turns out, I am a bit of a tease.

“Baby are you...holy fuck!” I turn when I hear him. I no longer wonder what he sees. When Karla got wind of this event, though she doesn’t know who it is, she asked Dario how exclusive this event was and when he told her she went crazy. So, here I am, standing in this expensive black, iridescent, long sleeved, floor length, bodycon dress. It's stunning and appears understated, except for the entire back being out. From the top of my back to the top of my waist, there is absolutely no fabric. So I know without a doubt what he is seeing. He is looking at this name, mark and symbol scrawled across my back, prominent and unmistakable and it makes him feverish. “You are breathtaking, little bird.” I look down and blush, still shy about compliments.

“Thank you, Sir. You look so handsome.”

“I will never be good enough to have you on my arm, but you belong to me anyway. Yes?”

“Yes.” I answer no hesitation. He leans in and kisses me before grabbing my coat.

“Good girl. Shall we?” We make our way to the car and I note that there are at least five other cars behind us. I am assuming danger is still on the horizon. This does nothing for my nerves. I can’t help but wonder what kind of people his colleagues are. “Did you have fun with my sister and Lola today?” he interrupts my worry.

“I did. Those girls are nuts, but I love being with them. I never had friends, so this is… nice.”

“I’m glad baby. At least you are getting something to occupy your time. I have been famished for days, walking the desert during a one hundred degree drought, searching for something to quench my thirst. Have any idea what I have been searching for, my toy?” I shake and moan as his breath marches against my skin, promising something we both have been desperately devoid of.


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