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 sat, frozen, staring at the blank screen in front of me. How had it all gone so wrong? One moment, I had been reveling in my plans, feeling the triumph of my manipulations, and now, I was left with nothing but this suffocating uncertainty. 


"Ma'am, we are terribly sorry to disturb you, but your checkout time was an hour ago." 


The voice snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. Two women, dressed in hotel service uniforms, stood at the door, their eyes wary but professional. 


"Ma'am..." The fair one began again, but I cut her off, frustrated. 


"What?!" I snapped, not even hiding the irritation in my tone. My hands were trembling from the stress of everything that had happened, but the last thing I needed was their useless apologies. 


"I... I didn't how was I supposed to know?" I muttered, my mind racing back to the man who had so easily tricked me. How had I allowed myself to get caught up in his games? 


Blatant lies