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 okay?" Jack asked, making me burrow deep into her eyes. Among the different dishes beside her, she chose to play with the spaghetti omelet instead. I had just noticed that she hadn't touched her food. 


"Don't you like the food?" Jack asked again, making me glare at her in anger. A smile curled up on her lips as she hurriedly added, 


"I'm not hungry, but I had to eat anyway." 


I wanted to smash her head against the wall the moment she said that, but before I could react, Jack quickly added, 


"It's nice, Araya. I know these dishes seem new and weird compared to what you usually eat, but if you come with me, I bet you won't regret your decision." 


"Araya..." I saw her eyes light up the moment he called her by her name instead of the 'doll' she had grown accustomed to, and I rolled my eyes. 


"Thank you, Jack, but I'm not hungry." 


Could she be pregnant