Author’s POV Warning: This chapter contains dark content, which some readers may perceive as rape, as well as violent and dark behavior. If you are not comfortable with this type of content, you may skip this chapter. "Please, faster, harder, don't stop," Dolores begged, her nails digging into his shoulders, her core squeezing his cock, her pussy clenching around his cock. But to her greatest surprise, he pulled his cock out of her at the last minute and felt him leaving the bed. She turned around to look at him, and a cold shiver worked its way down her spine. His mask clattered to the floor, and she saw a completely different look on his face. His eyes were extremely red, like he had just turned into a beast. The beast they had told her about, but ones without claws. Before she could utter a word. He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her ski
Rosita’s POV The word marriage had never been in my dictionary ever since I watched my parent's marriage fall apart. My father was a heavy drinker; he would drink and come home just to hit my mother. One day, my mother left home and never came back again; my father mended his ways, but it was too late, it cost him his marriage. And now, I was being forced into a marriage. I took a deep breath and sighed, unable to understand why a powerful don, who could have any woman in the world, wanted to get married to me. The slender fingers of a group of ladies, touching my body and adjusting the elegant wedding dress clinging to my skin, brought me back to reality. I was standing in the middle of a dressing room, surrounded by ladies, some of whom were doing my makeup and styling my hair. I had to be the most beautiful bride, I had to look good for the wedding. I was about to be married to a crime boss. The thought itself sent chills down my spine. I didn't know the man and was not i
Rosita’s POV I clutched the edges of the extravagant wedding dress, hot tears running down my face as I watched the news report. The headline resounded that Don Romano, the "Don of Weed," had been shot dead in a shootout at his mansion. The reporter described the messy scene, where seven other people had also lost their lives. Now there was a vacancy for the fourth most powerful don in the city, and the police were searching the location to find Romano's killer. I gulped, the tears beginning to come fast. I wanted to be rescued, but not at the cost of someone's life. The realization that a man had died right before my eyes made me sick to my stomach. I hated myself for being pleased that Deangelo had come to save me. Sobs tore from the depths of my soul as I stood in the middle of Deangelo's living room, expecting the arrival of the very man who had heartlessly taken a life. As if he could hear my thoughts, he strode in, his expression cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't jus
Deangelo’s POV My frown deepened as my gaze settled on the beautiful peasant, perched at the edge of the stairs. I had no idea why she was there or why she had allowed the other dons to see her. Fernando stared at her, scratching the back of his head in that animalistic way he always did whenever he encountered a woman he fancied. It grated on my nerves—why were all these dons so intrigued by her? She was undoubtedly beautiful and special, but I couldn't fathom how they were able to see what I saw in her. I wished I could pull out their eyes, so they would never look at her again. But Vincenzo's annoying voice drew my attention. He was standing near the beauty on the stairs. "I gave you my business card, but you never called. I'm a little insulted." The beauty scoffed, glaring at him. "Who gives a prisoner a cell phone?" Vincenzo nodded, accepting her point. Then, to my anger, he reached out to touch her beautiful face. I couldn't allow a filthy man like him to lay a
Deangelo’s POV I covered the sleeping beauty with a blanket after Hugo had sedated her. Turning to him, I instructed. "You are not allowed to leave this room, keep a close eye on her and prevent her from harming herself when she wakes up." "Where are you going, Papi? You still haven’t decided on who to give up yet," Hugo demanded, his voice filled with concern. I didn’t answer, stepping out of the room. I wanted to spend the night with the whore Vincenzo had left, to see if I felt anything for another woman and determine if what I felt for the beauty was truly love, even though I had never experienced such an emotion before. Walking down the corridor toward my room, I ordered one of the henchmen standing guard to fetch the whore. Though I felt a sting of pity for the woman, I was going to use her to uncover the truth about my feelings. Entering my room, I removed my jacket, tossing it to the floor. My jaw slightly dropped in surprise at what I saw. Silvia was inside, dr
Author’s POV Dolores wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the touch of the chill night air on her skin as she got into the car waiting outside Don Deangelo's mansion. The moment she sat inside, the driver turned to her, handing her a bottle of water and a packet of birth control pills. "Take these, Madam Dinero asked me to give them to you. So, you won’t get pregnant even if the clients cum inside of you," he instructed. Dolores studied the instructions before swallowing two pills with a sip of water. Her gaze drifted back to the mansion, and for the first time since becoming a whore, she found herself wishing she could stay with the don she had so enjoyed in bed. But he had simply brushed off her proposal for a second round. "Buckle up," the driver said, and as she obeyed, her green eyes landed on Rosita rushing onto the balcony that was at the side of the mansion. Dolores blinked, slapping herself to ensure she wasn't dreaming. But the sting was real—this was no illu
Rosita’s POV I clutched my stomach, throwing up nonstop over the balcony rails. The dizziness and nausea were overwhelming, and my throat burned as I emptied the contents of my stomach. From the courtyard, I could hear Deangelo's henchmen yelling at me to stop, but I couldn't control myself. My stomach was turning and hurting like hell. Unexpectedly, a hand grasped my hair, pulling it back from my face as ice-cold water poured over my head, taking my breath for a second. I gasped, turning to see Deangelo, his expression filled with worry. "Are you alright?" he questioned, holding the empty bottle. I glared at him, unable to hide the disgust in my face. "No thanks to you and your henchmen, I'm not fine! What...what did you assholes do to me?" A small frown touched his face. "You wanted to kill yourself. I couldn't let that happen, so I asked Hugo to sedate you for your own good, you ungrateful little peasant." My mouth fell open as I tried to vomit again, but I choked
Author’s POV Vincenzo carried Dolores into another room in the mansion and tossed her to the cold floor before ripping off her clothes in one go. Dolores lay trembling, fear coursing through her veins like mercury. Quick, toxic. She was sure he was going to rape her, and this time, he wouldn't let her go. Instead, he took a pair of handcuffs from the wall, securing them around her wrists. Then, he lifted her onto the soft bed and attached her handcuffs to the headboard. Dolores was helpless, forced to lie naked before the mafia don, as one of his henchmen entered the room and handed him the toolbox for torture he had requested. Dolores's eyes fell on the various instruments: a vibrator, a strap-on dildo, and a nipple clamp. What would he use on her? She prayed she would survive the torture because it was already looking like some sick BDSM shit. Vincenzo removed a set of clamps, approaching her. "I will ask you again," he said, his tone deadly. "Who are you working for?" Dolores
Author’s POV Vincenzo carried Dolores into another room in the mansion and tossed her to the cold floor before ripping off her clothes in one go. Dolores lay trembling, fear coursing through her veins like mercury. Quick, toxic. She was sure he was going to rape her, and this time, he wouldn't let her go. Instead, he took a pair of handcuffs from the wall, securing them around her wrists. Then, he lifted her onto the soft bed and attached her handcuffs to the headboard. Dolores was helpless, forced to lie naked before the mafia don, as one of his henchmen entered the room and handed him the toolbox for torture he had requested. Dolores's eyes fell on the various instruments: a vibrator, a strap-on dildo, and a nipple clamp. What would he use on her? She prayed she would survive the torture because it was already looking like some sick BDSM shit. Vincenzo removed a set of clamps, approaching her. "I will ask you again," he said, his tone deadly. "Who are you working for?" Dolores
Rosita’s POV I clutched my stomach, throwing up nonstop over the balcony rails. The dizziness and nausea were overwhelming, and my throat burned as I emptied the contents of my stomach. From the courtyard, I could hear Deangelo's henchmen yelling at me to stop, but I couldn't control myself. My stomach was turning and hurting like hell. Unexpectedly, a hand grasped my hair, pulling it back from my face as ice-cold water poured over my head, taking my breath for a second. I gasped, turning to see Deangelo, his expression filled with worry. "Are you alright?" he questioned, holding the empty bottle. I glared at him, unable to hide the disgust in my face. "No thanks to you and your henchmen, I'm not fine! What...what did you assholes do to me?" A small frown touched his face. "You wanted to kill yourself. I couldn't let that happen, so I asked Hugo to sedate you for your own good, you ungrateful little peasant." My mouth fell open as I tried to vomit again, but I choked
Author’s POV Dolores wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the touch of the chill night air on her skin as she got into the car waiting outside Don Deangelo's mansion. The moment she sat inside, the driver turned to her, handing her a bottle of water and a packet of birth control pills. "Take these, Madam Dinero asked me to give them to you. So, you won’t get pregnant even if the clients cum inside of you," he instructed. Dolores studied the instructions before swallowing two pills with a sip of water. Her gaze drifted back to the mansion, and for the first time since becoming a whore, she found herself wishing she could stay with the don she had so enjoyed in bed. But he had simply brushed off her proposal for a second round. "Buckle up," the driver said, and as she obeyed, her green eyes landed on Rosita rushing onto the balcony that was at the side of the mansion. Dolores blinked, slapping herself to ensure she wasn't dreaming. But the sting was real—this was no illu
Deangelo’s POV I covered the sleeping beauty with a blanket after Hugo had sedated her. Turning to him, I instructed. "You are not allowed to leave this room, keep a close eye on her and prevent her from harming herself when she wakes up." "Where are you going, Papi? You still haven’t decided on who to give up yet," Hugo demanded, his voice filled with concern. I didn’t answer, stepping out of the room. I wanted to spend the night with the whore Vincenzo had left, to see if I felt anything for another woman and determine if what I felt for the beauty was truly love, even though I had never experienced such an emotion before. Walking down the corridor toward my room, I ordered one of the henchmen standing guard to fetch the whore. Though I felt a sting of pity for the woman, I was going to use her to uncover the truth about my feelings. Entering my room, I removed my jacket, tossing it to the floor. My jaw slightly dropped in surprise at what I saw. Silvia was inside, dr
Deangelo’s POV My frown deepened as my gaze settled on the beautiful peasant, perched at the edge of the stairs. I had no idea why she was there or why she had allowed the other dons to see her. Fernando stared at her, scratching the back of his head in that animalistic way he always did whenever he encountered a woman he fancied. It grated on my nerves—why were all these dons so intrigued by her? She was undoubtedly beautiful and special, but I couldn't fathom how they were able to see what I saw in her. I wished I could pull out their eyes, so they would never look at her again. But Vincenzo's annoying voice drew my attention. He was standing near the beauty on the stairs. "I gave you my business card, but you never called. I'm a little insulted." The beauty scoffed, glaring at him. "Who gives a prisoner a cell phone?" Vincenzo nodded, accepting her point. Then, to my anger, he reached out to touch her beautiful face. I couldn't allow a filthy man like him to lay a
Rosita’s POV I clutched the edges of the extravagant wedding dress, hot tears running down my face as I watched the news report. The headline resounded that Don Romano, the "Don of Weed," had been shot dead in a shootout at his mansion. The reporter described the messy scene, where seven other people had also lost their lives. Now there was a vacancy for the fourth most powerful don in the city, and the police were searching the location to find Romano's killer. I gulped, the tears beginning to come fast. I wanted to be rescued, but not at the cost of someone's life. The realization that a man had died right before my eyes made me sick to my stomach. I hated myself for being pleased that Deangelo had come to save me. Sobs tore from the depths of my soul as I stood in the middle of Deangelo's living room, expecting the arrival of the very man who had heartlessly taken a life. As if he could hear my thoughts, he strode in, his expression cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't jus
Rosita’s POV The word marriage had never been in my dictionary ever since I watched my parent's marriage fall apart. My father was a heavy drinker; he would drink and come home just to hit my mother. One day, my mother left home and never came back again; my father mended his ways, but it was too late, it cost him his marriage. And now, I was being forced into a marriage. I took a deep breath and sighed, unable to understand why a powerful don, who could have any woman in the world, wanted to get married to me. The slender fingers of a group of ladies, touching my body and adjusting the elegant wedding dress clinging to my skin, brought me back to reality. I was standing in the middle of a dressing room, surrounded by ladies, some of whom were doing my makeup and styling my hair. I had to be the most beautiful bride, I had to look good for the wedding. I was about to be married to a crime boss. The thought itself sent chills down my spine. I didn't know the man and was not i
Author’s POV Warning: This chapter contains dark content, which some readers may perceive as rape, as well as violent and dark behavior. If you are not comfortable with this type of content, you may skip this chapter. "Please, faster, harder, don't stop," Dolores begged, her nails digging into his shoulders, her core squeezing his cock, her pussy clenching around his cock. But to her greatest surprise, he pulled his cock out of her at the last minute and felt him leaving the bed. She turned around to look at him, and a cold shiver worked its way down her spine. His mask clattered to the floor, and she saw a completely different look on his face. His eyes were extremely red, like he had just turned into a beast. The beast they had told her about, but ones without claws. Before she could utter a word. He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her ski
Author’s POV Dolores took a deep breath, standing outside the hotel room of the don that Vincenzo had assigned her to. The thought that he was going to fuck her to death made her knees tremble. Madam Dinero had told her before she left the brothel how strong and powerful the don was and how he brutally fucked whores, without caring about their own pleasures. The only thing she had to do was make the don happy, and she would be free; otherwise, she would end up dead, just like the other women. The sound of loud footsteps approaching sent arctic needles of fear down her spine. "Here, have some money. Madam Dinero sent me over to give it to you for transport fare if you make it out of here alive. You shouldn't try to contact anyone during this period, and whatever happens in this room stays inside this room." A strange woman remarked, pressing a few bills into her hand. "Just a little tip: the don doesn't talk too much; he is reserved and just likes to get straight to the act," s