"Strip." He said calmly.
I fidgeted with my hands and stared at the floor avoiding his cold eyes. He made it sound like he requested for a simple act.
He crossed his legs and rested his hand on his kneel. He smirked. He was having fun watching me broken and helpless. "Don't test my patient. I can assure you that you won't like it when I get angry." He said coldly.
I sobbed and covered my mouth. I felt insulted and humiliated. "Please… Please.. Just—" He took a quick stride and grabbed my hair. I whimpered in pain and sobbed harder.
He yanked it up until I was staring at his cold eyes. "Now listen to me, you do whatever I want or…" He brought out his gun from his back pocket and pressed it under my chin. I flinched and he tightened his hold. "Or you die. You get that?"
I nodded and more tears dropped.
He smiled and patted my hair. "Then, be a good pet. Okay?"
I gave a quick nod and my body relaxed when he placed his gun into his pocket and walked back to the grand king-size bed.
He sat down comfortably and watched me kneeling before him.
"Now Strip." He commanded with so much force.
I slowly stood up, my eyes still concentrating on the floor. I reached for my black silken dress zip and unzipped it. I shut my eyes in shame as it fell from my shoulder onto the floor. My body felt cold. I shuddered and covered my chest with my hands. I stared up and met his dark eyes, still waiting to see more of me. Naked.
All that remained was my lacy bra and pants. I reached for the hook of my bra, but paused as I touched it. I shivered in humiliation. I couldn't. I couldn't bare myself before him.
My knee buckled and I fell to the floor. I brought my kneel close to my chest and hugged it tightly. I buried my face in my chest and started to snivel. My entire life flashed through my mind. It was so much different from this horror but I became a victim.
He looked at me sobbing helplessly and stripped before him and he smirked wickedly. “Spread your legs and pleasure yourself."
"I… I can't." My voice cracked.
I had cried so much that my voice was sagged.
In an instant, he raised my head with the tip of his gun. Its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, Pretty face. SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW."
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Part One: Knots & Tie.
‘I am a Victim.’
One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the deadliest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure.
And in twisted ways...
I got to like it.
DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.
Honey's POV.Today was nice.It was the kind of day that makes one feel happy and delighted. The atmosphere was cool and the wind blew gently along the street. If you were calm enough, you could feel it brushing your skin. A sign you weren't alone. The temperature of the sun was just perfect. It wasn't too hot, not too cold. It was early May. The exotic scent of Jacaranda tree welcomed me as we drove through the road. Its bright purple leaves beautified the road.I leaned on my car seat and brought out my headphones. I was on my way to MD photo Studio for my latest album photoshoot. I plugged in my headphones and listened to a song from my new album titled fatherhood. I was a Nigerian-American singer. I started my singing career after I finished highschool. My father had been my biggest fan, so I composed this song for his upcoming birthday. I smiled, I loved to see his expression as he listened to the song. Lately, things have been hard on him and that precious smile I cherished a lot
Honey's POV.After the shoot, I went to the changing room. I changed my outfits and wore a plain black turtleneck silken top and a black and navy striped wide leg pants. Immediately, I entered the changing room, I sat on a high stool and brought out my phone. I saw a missed call notification from my Dad. I called him back and smiled when he picked up."Dad.""Yes, sweetie. How was the shoot?""It was good, we just finished.""I hope it wasn't stressful." He sounded concerned.I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it wasn't. It was actually fun, you should have come with me."He actually promised to accompany the photoshoot, but he was busy so he couldn't."Oh my, you have no idea how much I wished I followed you, but I will make it up to you, okay?"I smiled and turned on the stool. Amelia entered the changing room and waited for me to finish my call. "Really? How will you make it up to me."He hummed. "Hmm, let me think about it."I chuckled and shrugged. "You can make it up to me by buy
Honey's POV.I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears."Just act like you know me."He hugged me back. His body was warm and firm, causing me to feel a foreign sense of comfort. He brought his hand from his pocket and cupped the nape of my neck before leaning his head close to my ears. His breath fanned my skin, causing a shiver to rub down my spine. "Is someone stalking you?" He asked. I tightened my arms around his taut waist and nodded. "Yes, I don't know what he wants."I should have let go of him, but I didn't. I felt strangely safe in his arms. I turned my head and risked a glance at my stalker. He had stopped following me. Instead, he leaned on the wall and was pressing his phone. It looked more like he was waiting for the man I was hugging to leave me alone. I wouldn’t make that happen.I
MindHoney's POV.He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him.""So what happened to him?" He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."The attendant behind the counter smiled and slightly waved at me. "Have a nice day, ma'am."I smiled at her and left the shoe store. I stopped before the road and brought out my Samsung. I wanted to call an uber."You brought your car?" The man, my savior, asked.I turned to him and shook my head. "No, I want to order for an uber."He looked ahead of him and pointed at a shiny black Bugatti La Voiture Noire which was parked at the garage of the shoe store. "That's my car over there. If you don't mind, I can give you a ride."My jaw dropped as I stared at the car. It was one of the most expensive cars in the world! This man must be fifthly rich if he owned that car. "...you don't mind, do you?”"What?" I asked. I was so mesmerized with the beauty of the car that I didn't hear what
Honey's POV.He gave me his number and drove off. I smiled as I looked at his number and saved it as 'Handsome Savior’. I kept my phone in my handbag and watched as he drove away. I really hoped to see him at the concert. I smiled and turned. Amelia was stepping out of the music studio, she watched as the car drove away. She turned to me and arched her brow when it was out of sight. "Oyin, who was that?""He is someone who saved me a while ago."Her brows furrowed and walked to me looking worried. "What happened?” She asked. “Why did you say he saved you?"I held the handle of my handbag and pressed my lip. "Well, there was a mysterious fan who was stalking me when I went to the shoe store and I kind of ran into him while I was trying to avoid the stalker."Amelia bit her lip and shook her head. "This won't have happened to you if you had let me follow you." She scolded me.I pouted and walked into the music studio. "Then, I'm glad you didn't follow me because if you did, I wouldn't ha
Lorenzo’s POV She was beautiful.I stared at the young lady on the television. Her black curly hair billowed in the air as she moved her body in rhyming movements, dancing to her song in her music video. Her song was nice, but it wasn't as attractive as her. She flowed like water, swaying her hips and twisting her body. Her amber eyes zoomed in, it shone bright like I was staring directly at her. I leaned on my couch and stretched my hand to take the glass of wine set on an ornate stool before me. My eyes focused on the screen of my television as I took a quick sip and observed her. No mistake, she was the lady I had met at the shoe store this afternoon. She seemed to be into me and that very thought intoxicated my blood with lust. In this music video, she was wearing a cropped top that barely covered her breast and silver shorts which exposed her dark skin. It glowed as she brushed her hands along her breast. She wasn't even touching me, but it turned me on. She was a precious ros
All through the night, I waited for him to call me, but he didn't. Amelia told me to give him a whole day. I looked at the ornate white clock in my bedroom. It was way past twelve so that meant a whole day had gone. I sat up from my bed and stretched my hand to pick up my phone from the nightstand. I took a deep breath and gave him a call. It rang for some time, but he didn't pick it up. I pouted and fell back on my bed. Did he even save my number?The next day, I decided to check the shoe store. I had told my Dad about the mysterious fan who was stalking me the previous day, so he hired a bodyguard to escort me. I didn’t understand why my Dad was being overprotective about the issue, but I guessed it was because he knew I was getting more famous and I needed more security. My car was parked at the parking lot of the shoe store and the masculine bodyguard my father had hired came down and opened the back door for me. I wasn’t used to such treatment, but I thanked him with a smile. Then
Honey. I sat in the green room, my phone latched in my hands. It was the night of my first ever concert. I was meant to be thinking about how I was going to make an impression when I performed my songs on the stage, but my mind kept wandering to the handsome stranger I had met at the shoe store a few days ago.I had invited him to my concert and I had even given him a free ticket. At the very least if he wasn’t going to show up, he could have called me and let me know about it. I sighed when I remembered that he hadn’t even collected my phone number to begin with, let alone save it in his phone. The door leading to the green room opened and Amelia walked inside. She wore a dark green jumpsuit that had lines of sparkling sequins. The shade of her eyes aligned with the color of her eyes which made her look more stunning. Amelia stood before me and observed my outfit. The short dress I was putting on was high above my knee making me shiver as the night was cold. My curly hair had been
Lorenzo.I pocketed my hands, looking down at the box placed on my doorstep. I knew what it meant. It was a message from Michael. And that meant he had found out about the spy I had sent to him.“Open it,” I ordered one of my men.He walked around the box and picked it up from the floor. He unlocked the box and opened it. Immediately a pungent smell of rotten flesh and dried blood drifted out of the box where a decapitated head was placed in. I recognize whose head that belonged to. It was the head of the spy I had sent to Michael. There was a sheet of paper sticking out of the mouth of the decapitated head. Clenching my jaw, I took out the paper from the mouth and opened it. A short message was written on the paper.‘It is good to see you are interested, Don Russo. Meet me alone at the old warehouse by 5pm.’I knew the place he was talking about. It was the same place where my father and his father used to store drugs when they were still working together. The same place the betraya
Honey.It was already morning when I woke up. Michael had left after the night we had sex so I was all alone in the bed. I sat up from the bed and wore my slippers, my mind going back to last night. How could I have allowed myself to have sex with Michael?What was wrong with me?Thinking about how badly I had wanted him to touch me. Not just him, last night I had just wanted to be touched, craved to be fucked in every fucking holes.I sighed. I had never had such a fierce desire before. Not even when I was with Lorenzo and this made me think something must have been wrong somewhere. That feeling, that irresistible arousal started right after dinner, minutes after drinking that wine Michael had offered me after the toast. I frowned as my brain aligned everything that had happened.Could…Could Michael have drugged me. Could he have given me something that had aroused my sensual desire?I gripped the rough sheet spread over my bed, my lips tightening. I didn’t think Michael was capa
Lorenzo.I sat on a chair in my private bar, swirling the drink I was holding in my hand. It had been two days since Honey had gone missing. And I had searched for her to no avail. The thought that she could be in great danger and I have no means of saving her caused my blood to run hot. I was still thinking about Honey when the door leading to the private bar opened and Matteo walked inside, holding a file. I placed the file on the stand and sat beside me. He slided the file to my front and poured himself a drink.“That’s the medical condition of her family. Her father’s knees were fractured during the explosion, but I have arranged for a knee operation for him. It is scheduled for this weekend. We don’t know who could be behind this so I have our most trusted men guard their wards and I even installed a CCTV camera in each ward. Some of our men had betrayed us and put Honey in danger, I wouldn’t want to repeat the same mistake twice.”I dropped the drink in my hand and picked up
Ever since I had enter adolescence and had started having all those sexual urges to be fucked by men, I had always known how to control my desire. How to bury it. But this time, it was different. The desire to be fucked was overwhelming. So much that I was now thinking of fucking myself with an object. At this point, I could fuck anything. Any man. Even woman.Gosh, what the fuck was wrong with me?Why was my body reacting like this? Too hard to keep resisting, I shoved my finger into my wet folds. I closed my eyes in pure bliss as my fingers swiped around my pussy. The pleasure that simple touch gave me was beyond ecstasy. I haven’t even felt that way whenever Lorenzo fucked me. It was like my whole body was hyper aware of every touch. It felt more intense than usual. I bit my bottom lip, stopping myself from moaning out loud as I slided two of my fingers into my wet pussy. Fuck… that felt so good!Too good that I wanted to finger myself all night. Too good that I wished multiple
Honey.Everyone looked at me when they heard what Michael had said. I hated to be kept in the spotlight so it made me feel more exposed. I stretched my hand to the drink, still contemplating whether I should drink it or not. “I’m not really tasty,” I said with a forced smile, hoping Michael will ignore me and continue with his dinner. His face darkened. “You have to drink it.”Now that he was forcing me to drink it, I was more reluctant to drink it. Did Michael have someone put something in my drink? He couldn't be trying to kill me or something, he still needed me in order to get Lorenzo to cooperate so what could possibly be in this drink and why does he so badly want me to drink it?Still trying to maintain the forced smile on my face, I picked up the glass. The sooner I get this done the better. Whatever was in this drink, I hope it wasn’t harmful.I gulped the drink down and to my surprise, it tasted like grape and something sweet and smooth. “Now, that’s better,” the smile I
Honey.After I was satisfied with my choice of outfit for the night, I stepped out of my room and saw Joel standing outside by the door. I laughed as I asked him a funny question. “Are you my bodyguard or something?”“Something of sort,” he said.This was new. With Lorenzo he never had the need for me to have my own personal bodyguard. To be honest, if there was anything I needed protection from, that should be from Lorenzo himself. Everything about Michael felt so different, I was willing to learn more about him. Joel roamed his eyes along my body for a short time before adding. “You look good by the way.”“Thanks,” I said with a stiff smile. “Shall we?”“Yeah, let’s go,” Joel said with a quick nod. “Micheal has been waiting for you at the dining table.”“I hope he likes what I’m wearing for dinner.”“Every man will love what you are wearing tonight,” Joel assured me.I kind of feel safe around Joel. It was strange, I haven’t felt that way in a long time. “That’s good, I needed to
Honey. Joel had taken me to a lush room at the second floor of the mansion. He opened the door and waited for me to enter the room. “Here is the room you will be staying in. You can check around to see if it matches your taste.”I didn’t know why they were acting nice, but it was better than Lorenzo had ever treated me so I was thankful for that. I wandered around the room, taking in its beautiful outline and features, but my mind was occupied. I didn’t want to be here, I wanted to be with my family. I had no idea what could have happened after that explosion and I just prayed nothing bad had happened to them. Michael told me he had sent his men to look over their condition, I hope he brings good news. Maybe during the dinner, I could ask Michael to let me go and see them. Something told me he wouldn’t let me out of his sight until Lorenzo agreed to do whatever Michael wanted him to do. In other words, that meant Michael was using me as a pawn to lure Lorenzo into doing something. I
“Lorenzo is very powerful and dangerous. Do you seriously think you can get him to work with you?!” I challenged him, looking at him like he was ridiculous. “Sorry to disappoint you, but Lorenzo isn’t scared of anything.” Hearing what he had just said made me realize Lorenzo wasn’t behind this. If he wasn’t, then why did this man bring me here?What does it want?His grip on my chin tightened, his fingers brushing along my bottom lip. “But he is scared of losing you, isn’t he?” He asked with a mysterious smile. I held his gaze, my eyes narrowing at him. Micheal dropped his hand from my chin and stood up, smiling down at me. “Well, we don’t need to be too tense around each other. I’m not like Lorenzo so I am not going to lock you up here. Pardon my men for treating you like this. They must have forgotten that you are a guest here,” he said, reaching down to my cuffed hands to remove the cuffs. He brushed his hand gently along my bruise ankles and pouted. “I can’t believe those idiot
Honey.It felt like I had been in the car for a long time before I saw a hand reaching out to me from the other side of the car. I was carried out of the car. Relief flooded across my whole body like I was swept by the ocean at the thought that someone came to rescue me. I looked up to see the face of my savior, but my vision was blurred. I was taken to another car before I finally gave in to the darkness surrounding me.When I woke up, the first thing I felt was a sharp pain at the side of my head. I groaned, dragging my face along something cold. My head throbbed as pain rippled through my body. I opened my eyes and looked around my surroundings. My hands were cuffed to a pole and I was in a dark room filled with barrels and bottles, the only light sneaking into the room was from the closed windows. Even though I wasn’t able to see everything clearly, the room looked like an underground cellar. The whole thing that had happened prior to this moment flooded my mind and I whimpered a