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 sobbed, feeling his hands grip my waist, anchoring me in place. His bare fingers slid down, undoing the zipper of my nightgown, letting it fall to the floor beneath me. 


I was too terrified to speak, too afraid to do anything that might provoke him. I couldn't let him harm our child. 


His lips trailed down my neck, and his hands began to touch me. 


"Ahh..." I gasped, my body stiffening in protest, but the sensation only grew more intense. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. His touch grew rougher, and I could do nothing but tear up as I struggled to stay quiet, desperate to hold back the screams. 


"You are mine," he whispered against my lips, his voice dark and commanding. His body moved with relentless urgency, his pace quickening. 


"Please don't do this to me... Anyone could walk in," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper, my mind a whirlwind of panic. His fingers slid to places I couldn't bear. 


Interrupted by a phone call