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

Erick heart constricted as Araya's tears fell, each one a reminder of the pain she had endured. He pushed the gas pedal harder, driving faster, the sound of her cries breaking his heart. 


"Don't worry, Araya," he muttered softly as he gripped her arms with his left hand, his right firmly on the wheel. "I'll get you to the hospital. Nothing bad will happen to you, I promise." His eyes flicked to his watch—11:30—and then back to the road ahead. 


Araya's cries of pain melted his heart. It was as if he had gone back in time to when he had caged and tormented her. The thought made him sick, his stomach churning with guilt. 


He rubbed her temple gently, pulling her closer, trying to offer her some comfort as he pressed harder on the gas. 


As soon as the car stopped, nurses and doctors rushed to meet them, quickly transferring Araya to a stretcher and pushing her forward. Erick stayed close, his voice never leaving her side, offering words of reassurance. 


Baby Asher is born