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

A sharp pain pierced my heart as tears streamed down my face like an unstoppable waterfall. 


I never expected Yang to treat me this way. It was too harsh to believe. Life is cruel and wicked. 


Pathetic and exhausted, my legs stiffened as I pushed Asher's stroller forward. A part of me wanted to collapse on the ground and let it swallow me whole, but I couldn't. I had Asher. 


Harshly wiping my tears, I looked up and spotted Ash among her friends, their voices filling the air with cheerful chatter. She looked so happy, her excitement radiating from her smile. 


I swallowed hard, quickly wiping my tears as her black eyes met mine. 


She bid her friends goodbye and hurried toward me. I forced a weak smile. 


**"What are you doing here? We just finished dance practice. I didn't expect to see you."** She picked up Asher, who immediately woke up with a soft whimper. 


Kidnapped/forced. 1