Obsessed with Marks and the Traitor's Chains
Ivan, utterly absorbed in leaving traces on his boss, tangled his tongue with hers again, just as she wanted, deep and intense.
"Smack... slurrrp...♡"
Her tongue entwining and devouring his as if nothing else mattered—no, as if his lips alone were enough— was stimulating enough in itself.
But all things must come to an end.
"Hah... haaah...♡"
Finally, oxygen deprivation left her gasping, and Ivan forcibly pulled his lips away, ending the long, long kiss.
"This was supposed to be for fun... what am I supposed to do if you go that far...?"
"H-Hah, but... I wanted to keep going..."
Rosa turned her head away slightly, avoiding his gaze with a voice that trailed off into an excuse that wasn't quite an excuse.
Ah, she's fucking adorable.
Seeing an unexpected side from someone who never seemed the type was driving him mad.
In these moments on the bed, with their bodies intertwined, she changed so much it felt like a different personality had taken over.
Throb!
The cock buried inside him hardened even more without any stimulation.
"Ah, ngh...? It feels even bigger..."
"Who wouldn't get excited seeing you like that?"
He started thrusting his hips again at the same time.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch...
"Ngh... haaah...♡"
"Hoo... Boss, you seem even more turned on yourself?"
"Facing you like this... it gets me more excited..."
Her face wasn't even that handsome, so what was there to like so much?
Ivan couldn't understand it at all, but since the boss was satisfied, he let it slide.
Slap slap slap slap slap!
As time passed, his hip movements grew more intense again.
She, who had been enjoying face-to-face, soon clung even tighter and began gnawing at Ivan's neck.
"...Have you decided to become a full-on puppy now?"
"Th-This isn't biting..."
Leaving marks, huh?
She wanted to prove this body was hers, leaving direct evidence.
"Still, go easy on the neck. Unlike you, Boss, I can't wear a choker."
"I-I'll try..."
Try, she says?
But seeing her still leaving hickeys on his nape, it was already too late.
Resigned, he ignored it and thrust his cock into her pussy even harder.
"Hngh...♡ Mmmph...♡♡"
The faster and harder he pounded, the more obsessively she bit his neck.
Even if she stopped now, the marks would be vivid and wouldn't fade anytime soon.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!!!
Gradually, their bodies tilted, turning it into Ivan dominating the assault.
But both were too aroused to care about such things; they didn't stop.
"Mmph...♡ Mmmghhh♡"
Ivan naturally pulled her tight into his arms without realizing it, and at the same time, began releasing the pent-up load.
Spurt spurt spuuuurt! Spluuuurt!!!
"Ohooooh♡♡"
As semen instantly filled her womb to the brim, Rosa, who had been gnawing his neck, threw her head back and sank into the afterglow of climax.
Her tongue lolling out as she kept cumming was vulgar yet utterly appealing.
Even after ejaculating, they didn't separate, eventually falling asleep with him still inside her.
Before sleep, she left hickeys and marks all over his chest, collarbone, and more—excluding the nape—so drifting off wasn't easy.
"Hoo..."
Ivan woke after barely any sleep, pulled his cock from her body, and began cleaning up the traces of their lovemaking.
After a rough shower and stepping out, Rosa was already awake, blinking her eyes.
"You're up."
"Looks good."
"...Pardon?"
"I like seeing you covered in my marks."
She scanned Ivan's body with her usual emotionless, rigid expression.
Conquest... something like that?
"You could've left just a few. Fine on other spots, but targeting my nape like that—what am I supposed to do...?"
"Just hide it well. You have so many scars anyway, and with all the work you'll do, you can say it happened on the job."
"......"
A surge of annoyance hit him, but he swallowed it down.
She's the boss; what choice did he have but to endure?
"Shower first, at least."
"Like last night, I want someone to wash me?"
Rosa flashed a mischievous grin, arms outstretched like a brat.
Ivan stared, then helplessly dragged her to the shower and washed her with utmost care.
Even making her cum a few times while pretending not to notice.
The next few days had no schedule, so they passed in ordinary routine.
Ivan's main duty was guarding the boss, so he trailed her daily, staying by her side.
Of course, these past few days were different from other empty days.
"Slurp... It reminds me of when I was little."
"I don't recall anything like this from my childhood."
Walking the street, each holding a vanilla ice cream cone amiably.
She licked it intently and continued.
"From way back when I was very young. My parents—whose faces I can't even remember now—would occasionally buy me ice cream."
"......"
Nothing in Ivan's memories matched that.
He had no recollection of his own parents either.
"Well, I've shed all those lingering regrets. Better to focus on the present than the past, right?"
"Agreed. Dwelling on an irretrievable past just wastes energy."
The past self lives in the past.
No matter how much the present self interferes, it can't; better to live now and plan for the future.
"And the Committee will convene soon."
"...The Committee?"
She finished the ice cream, crunching the cone, and brought it up.
But it was too heavy a topic to brush off.
The Committee is like a regulatory association for mafia families.
As public authority strengthened, mafias needed unity. Or to control reckless fools.
The Clarte Family, Europe's largest, wielded massive influence there.
Their boss, Rosa, even more so.
"They rarely summon the boss herself; the others handle it."
"Normally, yes. But this isn't something we can overlook easily."
With that, she pulled a letter from her pocket and handed it to Ivan.
Official Committee Notice
Penelope Rossinante, boss of the Rossinante Family, has betrayed the Committee and multiple major families by selling critical intelligence to the police and government authorities in exchange for vast sums of money.
She attempted to flee the country immediately but was apprehended just before departure and is now in Committee custody.
Emergency convocation required. All families report immediately.
— Committee Secretariat
Ivan took the letter and checked its contents right away, unable to hide his surprise.
...Betrayal.
It detailed how Penelope Rossinante, boss of the Rossinante Family, leaked info on the Committee and various major families to the cops and government.
Caught right before fleeing abroad after taking huge payoffs; now detained by the Committee.
...This is no small matter.
Major families' info surely included Clarte's.
Absolutely not something to gloss over.
"At minimum, that guy and his remaining scum are as good as dead."
"Right. The family scattered to save their skins... but with the Committee moving, they'll all be rounded up."
The Committee was Europe's underworld governing body.
No way rank-and-file could evade their eyes.
"Prioritizing cleanup of the fallout, then."
"We'll bribe as many cops and officials as possible, but it won't be easy. Especially with that bastard as police chief now."
"Time to cut off some tails."
He'd forgotten amid the debauchery, but this was a brutal world of power struggles between law and crime.
Working for the family meant arrest loomed anytime—or a blind bullet or blade.
The happy dream ended; cold reality beckoned.
"Let's head back. I'll contact the branch heads."
"Hmph. I wanted to enjoy a bit more together."
She whined a little regretfully, but it wasn't time for coddling.
She knew it too, so Ivan dismissed it as mere coquetry.
Soon after, bad news rolled in from the branches.
"The cops are finally moving. Headache."
"We anticipated it and cut tails at the associates level, but there's still damage."
Arrests of quasi-members (Associates) across Italy disrupted operations.
Other families suffered too, so the Committee advanced the date to today.
As dusk fell into night, Ivan drove Rosa to the convocation site.
"Gonna see a bunch of faces I hate after so long."
She muttered while tapping her smartphone, mood sour.
"......"
Ivan watched briefly, then drove silently to near the site.
They parked roughly and got out.
"Catanzaro... Feels like ages."
"No reason to come unless it's a Committee summons."
Ivan draped his overcoat over her shoulders.
She accepted naturally, heading to the gleaming central building.
Like a U.S. Capitol knockoff, it was the major families' palace.
Burly men in black suits guarded the entrance.
Not bigger than Ivan, but no pushovers.
They checked IDs, bowed, and opened the doors.
The pair entered smoothly.
"...Always seems excessively opulent."
"We might not care, but the others love flaunting."
Through ornate halls, a massive marble door appeared.
It slid open automatically, revealing the round table chamber—the building's heart.
The vast hall, seating near a thousand, was packed.
Gazes turned to the newcomers, but recognizing them, eyes darted away to the floor.
That was Clarte's influence and prestige.
They strode past to the largest central table, taking seats as if entitled—which they were.
Others at the center ignored her, pretending busy.
Only the yellow twin-tailed woman opposite glared sharply at Ivan.
Ivan pulled her chair first, then sat beside.
More bosses took seats by rank as convocation time hit.
Click.
Like clockwork, the round table door sealed.
No one leaves till the first agenda ends.
"Everyone's here. First agenda."
Rosa, the Committee's top authority, spoke first.
"Today's purpose: deciding how to deal with the Rossinante Family traitor who turned on all families for greed."
Thud!
Rumble rumble rumble...
Spotlights focused overhead; something descended slowly.
Bloodstained chains.
At the end: the convocation's core reason—Penelope Rossinante, chained Rossinante boss.
"Drugged so she can't even pass out. She'll hear everything."
Rosa eyed the chained figure.
"Speak your opinions on her disposition."