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

"Are you pregnant, sex doll?" He repeated, forcing me to meet his cold, unforgiving gaze. How did he know? My heart stopped, panic flooding my veins. 


"I... I... I..." I stuttered, struggling for words, my hands shaking. His eyes narrowed as he marched toward me, his anger simmering. 


"Are you pregnant, Miss Stewart?" His grip was harsh, his hands suddenly around my waist. A sharp pain shot through me, and I winced, gasping for breath. 


"Please... let me go, you're hurting me," I pleaded, but he only tightened his hold, pulling me closer. The air around me felt suffocating. 


"I asked you a question, doll," he sneered, dragging me roughly towards him. "Or do you want me to do this the hard way?" His hand tightened around my throat, choking me, cutting off my breath. 


"Please, Dragons... you're hurting me!" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. The world spun as he pinned me against the wall, trapping me, and the panic surged higher 


Phew! Got me real bad