Chapter 3

Joanna whimpered, her body trembling as Miquel held her in place against the wall. She knew that she was powerless against him, his strength and his cruelty overwhelming her.

"I'll... I'll be good," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.

Miquel's smile widened, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. 

"Good girl," he purred, releasing her cheek with a quick slap.

 "Now, let's make sure you know your place."

Miquel pushed Joanna away from the wall, sending her staggering backwards. 

She stumbled and fell to her knees, her eyes widening in fear as he loomed over her.

"Now, take off my shoes," he ordered, his voice cold and a weird smirk on his face.

Joanna hesitated, her hands shaking as she reached for the laces of his expensive dress shoes. 

She untied them slowly, her heart racing as she pulled them off one by one, setting them aside on the floor.

"Now, crawl to the bed," he said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Joanna's throat tightened, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she obediently crawled towards the bed, her hands and knees cold against the hardwood floor.

Miquel followed behind her, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room. 

When they reached the bed, he sat down on the edge, his eyes fixed on Joanna's trembling form. He loved how she was looking.

"Remove the rest of your clothing," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.

Joanna gently nodded, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her torn wedding dress as she removed it piece by piece.

Joanna stood before Miquel, completely naked, her body exposed and vulnerable to his gaze. 

She could feel his eyes roaming over her, his hunger evident in the way his breath quickened.

"Turn around," he ordered, his voice icy and threatening. "I want to see that damn ass."

Joanna hesitated, her eyes filling with tears, but she knew better than to defy him. 

She turned around, her hands covering her breasts as she tried to protect her modesty.

Miquel chuckled, his hands running up and down her legs, his fingers tracing the curves of her body.

"Mm, such a perfect little body," Miquel murmured, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I can't wait to have my fill of you."

Joanna shuddered, her whole body quivering with fear and shame. She bit her lip to hold back a sob, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew that there was no escape from a cruel Mafia's grasp.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Joanna did as she was told, crawling onto the bed, her body shaking with each movement.

Miquel climbed onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her like a predator. 

He ran his hands over her back, his fingers trailing down her spine and over the curve of her hips.

"Such a pretty little bride," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And now, you're all mine."

Joanna let out a shuddering sob, her body wracked with fear and despair. 

Miquel chuckled, his fingers trailing lower, tracing the line of her ass.

He leaned down, his lips pressing against Joanna's neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a dangerous caress. 

"You're mine to do with as I please, Joan" he growled, his words a dark promise of the things to come. "And I'm going to enjoy every inch of you, my sweet little bride."

Joanna whimpered, her body tensing as Miquel's hands slid lower, his fingers probing between her legs.

"You're so wet for me, my little bride," Miquel murmured, his voice a mix of pleasure and amusement. "It seems your body knows what your mind doesn't want to admit. You want this, Joanna. You want me."

Joanna bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as Miquel's fingers continued to explore her. 

She hated to admit it but, He was right, her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her revulsion and terror.

"Don't fight it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You belong to me now."

Miquel's fingers slid deeper, his touch igniting a fire within Joanna's body. 

She let out a gasp, unable to contain her pleasure as he continued to toy with her, his fingers circling her most sensitive areas.

"That's it, my little bride," he purred, his lips trailing down her neck. "Give in to me."

Joanna's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body arching against his touch. 

She knew she should fight, should try to resist, but her body was already lost to his touch, her mind consumed with desire.

Miquel's hands continued their exploration, his fingers pushing deeper, his thumb circling her clit. 

Joanna's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm going to make you cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "And then, I'm going to take you, my little bride. I'm going to make you mine in every way."

Joanna cried out, her body arching as Miquel's fingers pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

Miquel's touch softened, his fingers slowing as Joanna's body trembled with the aftershocks of her release.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice a low whisper in her ear. "Now, it's my turn."

He pushed her onto her back, his body looming over hers as he undressed, his eyes hungry and possessive.

Joanna trembled, her eyes widening as she saw the size of Miquel's erection, the hardness of his body as he positioned himself between her legs.

Miquel's hands caressed Joanna's thighs, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice so cold and intense.

Joanna met his gaze, her eyes widened with fear.

Miquel's smile was predatory, his eyes dark with lust.

 "This is the moment you become mine, Joanna. The moment you become my wife, and my slave."

He pushed his erected phallus inside her, his breath catching as he filled her completely.