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21| Suppressed Desires
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2023-11-08 13:51:23บทที่เกี่ยวข้อง
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 22| A Scary Discovery
Senna was done with her for today. Balia was an expressive woman, so it was easy to read her from her facial expression. Last night, while he had been fucking Cenzia, he had seen her reflection in the glass. She had been watching, and her eyes had glazed over. He wasn't sure if she had touched herself, but he was damn sure she had been turned on from watching them. There were several nasty things he wanted to do with her. He probably had a bucket list in his head. Last night, he had wanted to approach her, but Cenzia had dropped by. Much to his surprise, she had made her needs known to him. What sane man would turn down a good fuck?She had undressed before him, not minding if anyone could have stepped out at that moment. She was fucking bold, and he loved bold. She was also a good fuck, but that would be his last time. He had someone already. Someone he could unleash his beast on. She wasn't prepared for what was yet to come, and he wondered why he was holding back. He probably
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 23| Post-nut Clarity
Senna's private jet waited on the rooftop of one of his companies. It had been prepared an hour before his arrival, and when he got to the tarmac, a hostess dressed in a pair of royal green penciled skirts and a white shirt with a cherry red muffler tied around her neck ushered him into the private jet. Batista had nearly fucked things up, and now he was left to finish the job. This was what he hated about people. As long as it wasn't their business, they never fully invested in it, and he had trusted Batista to do this well. Well, he wasn't going to make this mistake again. The door to the jet was closed, and the air hostess came into the plane bearing a chrome tray of sparkling wine and a champagne flute. "Sir, would you like to have a drink?""In a few minutes, please," He replied as he took out his phone and dialed Placido's number. He hadn't gotten in touch with him for the past two days, and he was starting to worry that things on his end had gotten shitty. "Sir," Came his v
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 24| Pills and Unsettled Disputes
Balia had finally picked herself up a few hours later. She had been so weak from crying so much that when she finally climbed out of her bed, she was hit with a wave of dizziness that overcame her. She staggered back into bed and burst into another bout of tears, and Tina chose to come in then."Balia, you okay?" Tina asked as she closed the door behind her. "You look pale." Balia would have glared at her if she wasn't acting so lovely. "Nothing at all. I'm just tired.""Dinner is ready, and since Senna isn't home, you can come downstairs for dinner. You can also take a walk if you want." Yes. Balia wanted that. She wanted to be out of this room with everything she had in her. So she changed into a new set of clothing and stepped out of the room, happy that Senna was out. When she asked Tina about his whereabouts, she said she had no idea. Well, he could go to hell for all she cared. Maybe die in the process and never return, too.The dining table was filled with different dishes
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 25| Gunshots & Faux Negotiations
Senna's POVFor starters, if Marchetti thought I was stupid, he should have said it straight to my face. A fucking empty warehouse? I didn't need anyone to tell me that there was something up in here. I could sense danger as soon as I stepped in with Batista. We were surrounded by men with guns, waiting for an order from their boss.But unbeknownst to him and his men, Batista's men were stationed in strategic points, trained snipers who knew what to do with their guns. I stopped in the middle of the empty building and looked around. "Marchetti, you know I am not one for games. If you've got something to talk about, then come out to say it to my face."There was silence for a while, and then I heard footsteps coming from behind us. We turned to see Marchetti walking into the warehouse with a gun pressed to his side. "Well, hello there. It's been how many months since we last saw? Three?""Two months, three weeks, five days, and about fifteen hours. I love how reminiscent you are."H
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 26| Senna Is a Killer
Balia's POVAfter dinner, I returned to my room. I was still very much fascinated with my new devices. This was something to take my thoughts away from a certain man who traumatized me daily. I turned off the lights in my room, glad that Tiffany had connected all my devices to the house's WiFi. It was very much active, so I decided to use Netflix tonight. I'd never really had the opportunity to use this app on my own. I remember watching a few Netflix movies while still in school, but after that, I was more focused on working hard to survive, so watching movies wasn't a thing for me to pass the time with me.But right now, I was jobless with a fucking roof over my head. A beautiful room, good food to eat every day, and movies to watch. I tried to dwell on the positives. Living on the negatives would only drive me to the brink of madness.I decided to watch an action movie, scrolling past romance movies, as my life alone was tragic. Something to relate with would work.I spent most o
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 27| Teases laced with Sadism
Balia's POVSenna was at the table, and a cup of steaming hot coffee sat beside him as he leafed through files. They probably contained information about the people he was to kill. I saw things like these in movies.How was he able to do this with a straight face? Wasn't he supposed to feel sinful for all the evil acts he'd been committing? I guess bad people do evil to the fullest—immorality at its finest. Tina had just set my food before me when Senna slapped the file on the table. He folded his fingers into one another and stared right at me. "You were asleep when I came back last night," He began. I picked up my spoon and scooped the soup into my mouth. What was he expecting? A reply? A reply, my ass. "You heard what I said, didn't you?"Sighing, I dropped the spoon on the space beside me and looked him in the eyes. He still had that cold glare on. "And what do you want my reply to be? Oh, yes, I was sleeping. There, you have it."He lowered his head and picked up his fork. "I
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-13His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 28| Sex in the Dining room
Senna's POVShe was nervous. I could see it in her eyes. I could read it in her expression. From the way her cheeks were lightly dusted pink to the form, her aquamarine eyes avoided my gaze. She had beautiful eyes. She had a beautiful face, and I wanted to fuck her face. "Look at me, Balia," I commanded. She did. I smiled. My hands were still buried between her thighs, and though I had stopped my movements, I could still feel her wetness on my fingers. I wanted to touch her in ways she'd never experienced. She looked naïve. She looked like she had never been fucked to satisfaction, and here she was, seated on my thigh, her body begging to be fucked. She was a stubborn one, but her body was relatively easy to be manipulated.She was wearing a pale orange dress, one that made her skin brighter than usual. I had been staring at the decent cleavage it left open, unable to stop my groin from tightening, and then she had flared, causing me to lose my cool.She licked her lips. It was one
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-13His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 29| Not In The Mood
Balia didn't care if she was naked. She didn't care if Tina or any other person saw her naked. She walked through the door leading out of the dining room with slight difficulty, and she was sore all over.He had handled her without minding if she enjoyed it or not, and she hadn't. Not at all. She had hated every moment of it, and she wished there was a way she could erase all of these from her head. It was going to haunt her for a while. As she stepped onto the steps, her hand gripped the railing, and she trudged weakly up the stairs. She slipped into her room and went into the bathroom, washing herself with so much vigor. She didn't want to feel his touch on her, didn't eat to feel his scent on her skin from when he had pushed her against his skin and their sweats had mingled. She sat on the bathroom floor as hot water from the shower poured against her skin. As soon as she was done bathing, she cleaned her body up and slipped into a pair of cotton pants and a small tube. She f
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2023-11-13
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner Epilogue
Seven months later...BALIA"I want my husband!" I screamed amidst the searing pain that threatened to tear through my body. "Where is he?""He's on his way, ma'am." A voice I couldn't make out said to me.I lay stretched out on a fucking stretcher, and I could only feel the slight movements and bumps as we moved higher. Soon, the wheeler stopped, and another sharp pain tore through me, moving from my abdomen up to my head. I grabbed the ends of the stretcher tightly, sinking my teeth into my lips until I drew blood."Senna! Where is he? I want him now!" I cried as the sound of doors opening permeated through my ears."You need to calm down and focus on the pain. Your contractions are getting longer by the minute," A feminine voice came. It was firmer than the first, and she sounded hurried. "Get her out of the stretcher and gently place her on the bed. Make sure her legs are wide open enough. Her labour is drawing near."I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. The pain
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 94| Cheers To A New Beginning
SENNAIt had taken a lot for me actually to do this. I had a lot of time and nerves because I could feel the thud of my heart threatening to tear out of my ribcage.It was unlike me to feel this nervous. The last time I felt that way, I'd been twenty years younger, so why was my palm sweaty?Tina assisted in preparing the table, and we decorated it to the best of our ability. And now, it was almost dusk and the perfect time to bring her out here. Just as I walked towards the kitchen, I heard Tina and Balia talking excitedly, and my chest was filled with so much warmth that spread around my body. When I got to the door, I leaned against the lintel, one arm folded over the other as I watched them both before deciding that I was giddy enough not to wait anymore. I cleared my throat, and she turned immediately, smiling as she walked towards me. "Hey, Darling." "Hi, there. You look different...good." She said right when she stopped before me. a "Know something else that loo
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 93| A New Beginning
BALIASenna had his men drop off the luggage in my room before going to get a few things from the car trunk.I still had the bouquet. Tina took them from me, but not after pulling me into a tight hug and shedding a few tears.I walked into the house, noting how things had slightly changed. New decorations were up, and the house had more life to it. I smiled, happy that he wasn't home wasting away and just doing nothing.I was standing by the window when his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me into him. He buried his head into my neck and inhaled deeply. "I'm happy you're back. I was afraid for most of last month." "Why?" The tip of my fingers brushed his knuckles softly. He sighed. "I thought you were going to leave me. I don't deserve you, Balia. I don't. It would help if you didn't even want me after everything that happened. I ruined your life from the onset. Why should you want to be with a man like me?" I twisted my body to face him. "Because I want to be? I wan
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 92| Away From Everything
BALIASenna had insisted on sponsoring my vacation to Trinidad and Tobago. It was a dual island in the Caribbean nation, bothering Venezuela.I had taken flights, stopping at different countries and touring most of the time we had there, and when we finally got to the island, we were welcomed warmly into a restaurant with Creole cuisines, tasty and flavourful. After having a fulfilling meal, I took a cab to my hotel and booked a room for a week before retiring to my bedroom.It felt good to be here, away from the world you are used to. Here, the people are different. The atmosphere is different. People don't breathe over your neck or try to snoop into your daily life.Oh well, that's what comes with being a tourist. I could live without having to identify with any community. My first night here was terrific. After I had gotten well-rested, we got a call from the tour guide, informing us that we would be walking to a specific beach. I grabbed a shawl and a jacket, not knowing wh
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 91| Redemption
BALIAMy fingers were shaky when I was done reading the paper in my hands. My eyes brimmed with tears, and joy flooded my whole body."Oh, my God!" I cried, nearly crumpling to the floor, but Senna quickly caught me. I sobbed against him. "You did this for me?"He nodded. "It was a long time coming.""I don't know how to thank you, Senna." She grabbed his shirt and sobbed into his chest. "I don't know what to feel. It's so much joy. So much fucking joy." "I understand, sweetheart. I do."I looked into his eyes and pulled him in for a kiss. He took the paper from my hand and placed it on the desk behind us before wrapping his arms around my waist. His tongue pushed into my mouth, gliding over mine as he scoured every corner. He consumed me. So much that I felt like I was going to burn under the intensity of this kiss, but I didn't. Instead, new feelings bloomed from my insides. With every trail he left behind with his fingers, it sent new sensations, sent new messages to my brain. It
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 90| Healing
This was a man who had a lot bottled up. Who had kept his cool for several years, not wanting to break because he had to lead people because he had to be strong, or the world would swallow him just like they did to his family? This was a man who had experienced his dark days alone. A man who had lived with the haunting memories of finding his family already bled to death on the floors of their home.He hadn't expected to break down, but this was it. This was it. He was tired of holding in so much emotional baggage, tired of being strong for everyone. Hell, he was tired in every area of his life, and all he needed was to take a break. All he needed was to feel something other than lust, hatred and the need to kill. He needed a dopamine hit. Not the one who got briefly after sex or after a kill. He wanted to feel real love. Real happiness, and he wanted to be loved in return. As much as he had hated that feeling for a long time because he was being avoidant, he couldn't deny that ther
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 89| Flowers and Heartfelt Confessions
BALIAMy eyes fluttered open, and everywhere was foggy for a long time before my eyes cleared out. I looked around, noticing I was back at the mansion, right in my room. Sighing, I leaned back into the bed and closed my eyes. I was tired. Extremely tired, and the side of my belly hurt like shit.I reached to touch it and retracted my hand immediately, and a sharp pain shot up my head. Looking down at my belly, I realized that my belly was wrapped around with gauze. "Shit. What happened?" I cried softly. Then, the memories returned. Diablo, the bay area, getting raped, and seeing Senna after I was stabbed. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I had failed everyone. Senna was definitely long gone by now. Trey had been the one to help me. I was sure of that, but I was extremely worried about Senna. What if something had gone wrong? Hell, what if Diablo had killed him again? I began to sob softly, only stopping and immediately wiping my tears when I heard my door open. I blinked to
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 88| Senna's Conquest.
Senna tied up Diablo's body. Gunshots filled the air, and Senna knew his men were having a battle with Diablo's men."Your men don't know when to give up," Senna muttered under his breath as he began to pull Diablo's weakened body against the ground. He dumped him behind one of the containers and crouched to his level. "What are your last words before you die?""Fuck you!" Diablo snapped. Senna burst into laughter. "I should have killed you when I had the chance. I should have killed her when I had the chance, too."Senna sent a blow flying into Diablo's cheek. A blob of saliva dripped from his mouth as his neck whipped to the side. "And yet, you didn't. You have a penchant for keeping people alive so you can torture them, right? You don't ever think of the consequences, do you?" LDiablo leaned to the side, and Senna smiled. "Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. But it doesn't matter in the end. What matters is that I have you here now, and I will not hesitate. No, I won't make life misera
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 87| Bloods, Bones & Bullets
SENNAAs soon as I caught sight of Trey, I roughly grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against his car. He raised both of his hands in surprise before his eyes raked down my body."What the fuck are you doing, man?" Trey snapped, looking at me in confusion."Where is she?!""You are wounded, Senna. You haven't healed at all and you left as soon as you heard that she wasn't home? I am here and nothing is going to happen to her."Rage bubbled up from within me. "Are you doing this to pay back for what you did?!""What the hell are you talking about?" He frowned. "I hold nothing against you. She planned to end things and I had her followed so we could take control of every fucking thing. And you leave your bed the next fuckin moment because you want to save her? You should have called! You're fucking bleeding!"I looked down at my shirt to see that I was bleeding. I was already soaked up in blood. Trey pushed me off and pulled his car door open before coming back with a sanitary pad
