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

My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a vice. His grip on my waist felt unyielding, like a manacle, and the fear in my veins coursed through me, numbing everything else. 


I tried to gather my thoughts, tried to make sense of the situation, but every time I opened my mouth, the words caught in my throat. He was right - there was no room for negotiation. I had no power, no control. All I had left was my survival instinct, and that wasn't enough. 


His hand tightened around my arm, pulling me toward the door. I stumbled behind him, my mind reeling. I could still taste his vile kiss on my lips, still feel his hands on my body, and it made me sick. It was a violation that I would never forget. He was forcing me into a world I didn't belong in, a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. 


"Move," he growled, his voice cold as ice. "And don't even think about trying to run." 


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