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

It was 2:00 PM. I stood up immediately, grabbing my files and documents, and walked down the lobby toward Kara's office. I had promised Ara I would have lunch with her after much persuasion, and she finally agreed. Frankly, I was still in awe at her refusal to talk to anyone about what was bothering her. She seemed off, closed off from the world. I think she's in real pain and has been avoiding everyone. I hoped she would open up to me. 


"Hello, Ms. Alex," Gwen waved at me as I passed by her office. I returned her greeting with a smile. Gwen was my second-best friend after Ara. She had always been the nicest to me, especially when others taunted me for the color of my skin and how curly my hair was. She would tell me how much she loved and cherished the color of my skin and even wished her hair was as curly and shiny as mine. 


"Going somewhere, Alex?" she asked, looking down at the files in my hand. 


"Yeah, I have a lunch date with Araya," I replied. 


I own you, your body and soul