Forced

I grabbed the knife in a blur of motion, desperation fueling my attempt to end this nightmare. The blade trembled in my hand as I lunged, aiming straight for him. But his reflexes were unnaturally fast. His hand shot out, seizing my wrist with a brutal grip that made me cry out.

"Not so fast, baby," he sneered, his voice as cold as steel. A cruel smirk played across his lips as he yanked me closer. His fingers tightened around my forearm, the pressure cutting off the circulation, while his other hand curled into a fist, poised to strike if I dared resist.

The knife slipped from my grasp, clattering to the floor with a hollow sound that echoed in the tense silence. I whimpered, the small noise betraying the fear I couldn't hide.

"You've broken yet another rule, sex doll," he said, his tone mockingly conversational, as though he were commenting on the weather. "What do you think your punishment should be?"

His free hand reached up, brushing against my cheek in a mockery of tenderness. The touch was light, almost delicate, but it carried a weight that suffocated me. Before I could react, he shoved me back against the table, his body caging mine, his strength overwhelming.

"Ple... plea... please... stay... away... from... me," I stammered, the words tumbling out in a broken plea.

I tried to push him away, my hands pressing feebly against his chest. But it was like trying to move a mountain. He was colossal, his broad shoulders and chiseled frame making me feel like a mere shadow in his presence.

His dark eyes burned into mine, and then his gaze shifted downward, settling on my lips. My heart sank, dread curling in my stomach like a coiled serpent. I clenched my teeth tightly, a last-ditch effort to protect myself. But he wasn't deterred.

With terrifying precision, he bit me, the sharp pain forcing a gasp from my lips. And in that moment of weakness, he claimed my mouth. The kiss was brutal and punishing, a raw display of dominance that left no room for consent or escape.

**Dragons' POV**

I devoured her lips, savoring the taste of her defiance. Every muffled whimper, every futile struggle against me only deepened my hunger. She would learn-learn that resistance was futile, that her body was no longer her own. It was mine to use, to break, to ruin.

My hands roamed, sliding down to her chest. I cupped her breast with a possessive grip, pinching sharply, reveling in the way she flinched. "No one says no to Dragons," I growled, my voice low and laced with menace. "I am the only mafia boss, and you will bow to me. You're mine now, sex doll. Mine to destroy."

"Please... let... me... go..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible, each word drenched in desperation.

For a moment, I loosened my grip, watching her as she struggled to catch her breath. But the second I stepped back, she ran.

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**Araya's POV**

I bolted from the room, my breath ragged, my legs shaky but propelled by sheer panic. I didn't know where I was going-only that I had to get away. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor, the sound of his deliberate footsteps behind me growing louder with every passing second.

I risked a glance over my shoulder and immediately regretted it. He was following me, his strides calm and purposeful, a predator toying with his prey. A sadistic smile stretched across his face, a cruel promise of what was to come.

"No... no... no..." I whispered, my voice a fractured plea to a god I wasn't sure could hear me anymore. My legs burned, my muscles screaming in protest, but I pushed on. I couldn't let him catch me.

But my body betrayed me. The pain from his earlier blows coursed through me, slowing me down until my legs gave out. I collapsed to the floor, tears blurring my vision as I tried to crawl away.

"I can't... I can't let him have me," I sobbed, dragging myself forward. "Please, stay away from me!"

His shadow loomed over me, dark and menacing, swallowing the dim light around us.

"Where are you going, little one?" he taunted, his voice a mockery of affection. "You can't run from me. You're mine."

I shook my head, trembling as I backed away. "You don't understand," I whispered. "I've never... I'm a virgin..."

The confession fell from my lips in a desperate attempt to stop him, to make him see reason. But instead, his smile widened, dark amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Even better," he murmured, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "I'll be your first-and your last."

I screamed as he bent down, his hands closing around me like iron shackles. He lifted me effortlessly, ignoring my struggles as he carried me back toward the room.