whitepheonix

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape.  

This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.  

"I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go."  

My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest.  

A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable.  

"Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this."  

A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact.  

The room pulsed with danger.  

**"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."**  

His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation.  

"You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark."  

A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening.  

"Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me."  

He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips.  

"Now… come here."  

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Story by white pheonix

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

I pulled into a high-end nightclub, the lights flashing in the night as I made my way inside. I'd already been tipped off about his arrival. There was no need to waste time waiting. My job would be easier with my figure and charm. He was a sucker for women with curves, and I knew how to use that to my advantage. 


I stepped out of the car, checking myself in the rearview mirror. Perfect. I reapplied my lipstick and walked confidently into the club, the music pulsing around me. 


As I approached the entrance, the bouncer held out his hand. "Security pass, please." 


I handed it over, watching as he scanned me up and down. After a moment, he nodded and returned it. "Enjoy your night," he said, his smile polite but professional. 


"Thanks," I muttered, brushing past him and into the crowd. I wasn't here to socialize-I was here to find him. And it didn't take long. 


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