The devils possession

Alexander's POV

This little spitfire kept tempting me, tempting my patience, tugging at the little restraint I still had in me. One wrong move, and ld fuck her mouth into the submission just to shut her up.

What the hell was wrong with me?

No woman has ever made me feel this way before. The more she resisted, the more it fed my inferno burning inside me. The voices in my head whispered and kept telling me how she is the one, a match for a psychopath like me.

My lips curving into an evil grin.

I felt Lucca's presence behind me. Silent. He had questions, which he wouldn't ask. But even if he did, I had no answers to them. My mind was tangle in images I couldn't escape — her cherry red lips, her porcelain skin I want to bruise, the smooth legs I wanted to pin open, while I choke her, fucking her sensless. I wanted to break her and build her back. The voices hummed in agreement.

I brought out a packet of cigarettes, lighting a stick and inhaling the smoke to savor them, if only for a second. "Did you get what I asked for?" I asked coldly, not bothering to look back.

"Si Don, the trace led to an account in Russia, but we can't tell for sure if the Bratva had plans in any of this."

"Merdra," I spat, " that fucking rat. He was the mole."

Now I wanted to kill him all over again. Slow this time.

My blood was boiling, the thought that they could play games with the devil and not get scorched. No. I'd make the Bratva bleed until they choked on their ashes.

A guard came running, with a big slash on his hand, and panic set in his eyes. This idiot was supposed to deliver my little mouse back to the estate.

"Don, she escaped." He said.

Oh my fire cracker, of course she did. I knew she wasn't going to go easily, "Lucca go the warehouse," I ordered, already walking away.

" I collect my mouse and meet you there, we have some work to do."

Heading towards the corridor, sniffing out her sweet smell. The other guards went forward searching, I let the instructor guide me, check each door, until I spotted it, one stained with blood, not quite noticeable, but I did.

oh, my sweet little mouse, you didn't even realized she wore the guards blood on her hands.

I opened the door slowly. Darkness swallowed the room, but her auburn hair betrayed her, glowing like fires in shadows. I stepped in, my eyes locked on hers, dragging down to her trembling frame.

Approaching slowly, she raised the knife, cute, fiery.

In one smooth motion, I disarmed her, my grip vice-like as I slammed her against the wall. She gasped, chest rising. I leaned in, inhaling her scent like a drug. Her fear was intoxicating.

Her looks screamed how much she hates me. Good, I liked it. My hands trailed down her neck, hovering, I wanted to squeeze. Wanted her to gasp and crumble, but I held back. Barely. She tried to shove me, and my rage took over.

My fingers tightened around her throat—not enough to cut her oxygen supply, but to remind her who she belongs to. And I can do whatever the fuck I wanted with her. She was mine. And she dared run from me.

"You listen, Rosa Mai," I growled, voice low and feral. My lips brushed her ear as my grip cut her oxygen enough to make her fall dizzy. "Run again and I won't be so forgiving."

Her eyes widened in horror.

I locked her hands, she wouldn't need her hands until I decide she did. She was going back to the estate—my fortress—where the walls had ears and guards stationed at every corner. she wasn't going anywhere.

She is mine. And I hate losing what's mine, ours, the voices hummed. My lips curved into a sinister smile.

The ride back was silent. She stared out the window like she was trying to teleport herself far, far away. I saw the fury on her face, but beneath it... fire. And I wanted to burn with it.

She had no idea what kind of monster she was chained to.

I glanced at her legs— creamy thighs visible through the thin white gown, my cock twitched. I imagine her pussy between those thighs, while I rub the head of my dick through her folds, teasing her until she begged.

Then my phone rang, the name on it snapped me out of the lust haze I was in. Lucca.

"What is it ?" I snapped.

"Don, you would need to come to the warehouse."

"What now?"

"Three of our men are dead. The new shipment has gone. It looked planned—like someone on the inside gave word."

I froze. Silence before the storm.

"We have a mole amongst us ?" I hissed.

"No one dares betray the Italian mafia," Lucca growled.

"They would burn," I whispered, then louder, " find the traitor amongst us, kill them, but recover our shipment."

"Si, Don." I ended the call.

They thought they could cross the devil and survive. The did meet him instead when I send to hell. I made another call— ordering a few of my most loyal soldiers, from Naples and Palermo. I was going to set an example so brutal, no one would dare whisper my name without trembling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her fleeting glances at me, curious. She didn't swear and Italian. Good. She didn't need to know the bloodbath that was coming.

Arriving at the house, I stepped out of the car, waiting for her to follow, but she decided she wanted to taunt me. I scooped her up like a toy, slinging her over, and she kicked. I didn't flinch.

I dropped her on the marbled floor like she wanted me to. He venous glare, with irritation and anger, was written all over her face. I smirked.

I asked the head maid for my sister's old room be cleaned. my little mouse would stay there, thier sizes where close, till I was done handing the Bratva, then I have time for my new toy.

I hadn't planned any of this. But my fuck up brain couldn't stop wanting her, I stood there, a dark thrill twisted in my chest, looking back at her, I owned her, but I wanted her soul too.

Abruptly, I turned and left, leaving her before I wrecked her completely.