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

The cold air brushed against my skin, stirring me awake. My eyes fluttered open to the dimly lit room, and I immediately felt the emptiness beside me. 


I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to clear the remnants of my intoxicated mind. But even through the haze, I remembered every word I had said to her. 


I had exposed a part of myself I swore I never would. 


A curse slipped from my lips as I swung my legs off the bed. My head throbbed, but the pain was nothing compared to the dull ache in my chest. I had let my guard down, and I knew Araya had seen it. 


I could still feel the warmth of her presence, the lingering scent of her skin. 


Had she judged me for my weakness? Did she think less of me now? 


The thought made my jaw clench. I couldn't allow that. 


A flicker of movement caught my eye. The door was slightly ajar, the faintest sliver of light seeping through. I knew where she had gone. 


Could she be pregnant 2