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

araya broke away from the kissed and delivered a brutal slap across his face,his face wobbled side way. Gathering her built up anger she glared at him. 


"Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you leave me alone?" Araya exclaimed, her voice trembling with frustration, her eyes darting around in fear. 


"Don't I deserve a happy time for myself, Mr. Dragons? Why!" Her voice cracked with emotion as she confronted Erickson. For the first time, she raised her voice at him, and it made him freeze. 


"Tell me... have I done something in my past life to cross paths with a devil like you?" Her chest heaved with each breath, her fists clenching at her sides. 


"You can't marry him, not with my baby inside you," he rasped, taking a step closer. Araya flinched, stepping back until she felt the cold wall against her back. 


She stood by the pool, watching him dictate her life yet again. 


Baby Asher