Shelly’s POV Thinking to myself. That experience was truly wow! It was absolutely amazing in every sense. I’m feeling incredibly sore right now, but every moment was worth it. My body still feels like it’s on fire, but in the most thrilling and exhilarating way imaginable. Sebastian was, well, wow! That’s all I can really say about him. After we had the most mind-blowing, intense sex I’ve ever experienced, he took extra care of me in the bath. He was so attentive, making sure I was comfortable and checking in to see if I was too sore. His consideration was just as captivating as the experience itself. And let me just mention, his dick was huge, and he certainly knows exactly how to use it. Every movement, every touch felt perfect. In the bedroom, he truly is like a goddess, exuding confidence and skill. It was an unforgettable encounter that left me both excited and a little bit breathless. Now Sebastian wants to talk, and I can feel a knot tightening in my stomach, the nerves
Sebastian’s POV “Shelly, I also want to talk to you about something else, but I’m not sure if you're really ready for it yet. You strike me as so pure and innocent, and the last thing I want is for my words or actions to ruin that part of you.” I say, gauging her reaction. “Seb, come on! You're a mafia boss, for crying out loud, how much worse could it possibly get?” she replies, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Besides, innocent? Please! We just had sex!” She pauses for a moment and leans closer, adding with a playful purr, “And I don’t think that qualifies as being innocent, do you?” I chuckle softly, both at her sass and her confidence. “Well, baby girl, I wouldn’t exactly label what we did as bad. Seriously, with that mouth of yours, you might just need a good spanking to remind you what’s appropriate,” I tease, unable to hide the grin forming on my face. “But I want you to understand something about me—I’m what some people call a Dom, and certain things you do or say really bri
Shelly’s POV The last few days have been nothing short of incredible. The connection I share with Sebastian has grown even more intense and addictive. Every moment we spend together is filled with an electric chemistry that leaves us craving more. Whenever we’re at home, we seem to lose ourselves in each other, our hands exploring and our bodies drawn together in a passionate embrace. Although having to keep our relationship a secret can be frustrating at times, it adds an exciting layer of thrill and mystery to our encounters. The need to hide our affection from the outside world somehow makes our moments together feel more exotic and exhilarating. Now that I’m back at school, I find it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the thought of being at home wrapped up in Sebastian's arms. I miss him immensely; he means the world to me, and every second apart feels like an eternity. I can’t help but miss you Seb My daddy mhm. Feeling naughty I decide to text daddy while
Sabrina’s POV: A few days prior The air in the basement was thick and oppressive, a damp chill that seeped into my bones, leaving me shivering. Not just from the cold, but from the dread that wrapped around my heart like a vice. I was led down the creaking stairs, my pulse quickened at the sight that met my eyes. My parents, bound to the walls, their faces etched with fear and despair, with a silent plea for help. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape this nightmare, but there was nowhere to go. Falcon stood there, a sinister figure leaning casually against a rusted metal table. His smug grin sent a chill deeper than the cold ever could. "You want your parents back, don’t you, Sabrina?" he taunted, his voice smooth yet dripping with malice. "Just a simple text will do." Every syllable felt like a blade, piercing through my heart. "I can’t do this," I whispered, my voice barely audible as a lump formed in her throat. The weight of the ultimatum hung over h
Falcons POV I stood in the dimly lit warehouse, a place shrouded in shadows and mystery. My men gathered around a rickety table, the flickering light casting eerie shapes on their faces. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, tension crackling in the air. “Listen up,” I said, my voice low but commanding. “This afternoon, we’re pulling off a job that requires precision and teamwork. We’re going to kidnap Shelly, the step sister of Mafia boss Sebastian and she will be mine.” My men exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension. I could sense the questions brewing, but I pressed on. “Shelly’s a senior at the high school, known for her smarts and connections. We’ll use those connections to our advantage.” He leaned over the table, spreading out a map of the town, personal notes scribbled in the margins. “She walks home from school every day at 3:30 PM. That’s our window.” John, the youngest member and still a little green around the edges, raised his hand. “What’s
Sabrina’s POV I dreaded waking up this morning in an empty house, knowing I would be betraying my best friend. I went to sleep with tears in my eyes, and I woke up just the same. How could this Falcon jerk do this? What have I or my parents ever done to him? I made it to school feeling like a zombie. I didn't want to be here at all; I wished I could have stayed in bed all day, avoiding the drama that was about to unfold. I haven’t seen Shelly yet, and I’m unsure whether that’s good or bad. Maybe she didn’t come to school today. That would definitely derail Falcon's plans to kidnap her. A thrill of hope surged in me maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to betray her. But then another thought crept in: what would that mean for my parents? Turning to my left, all good thoughts flew out the window when I saw Sebastian’s car and Shelly stepping out. Dammit, why couldn’t she be sick today? I thought to myself. Sprinting into the school, I tried to avoid her as best as I could because if
Shelly’s POV I wake up with a jolt, disoriented and panicked, the world spinning around me. The last thing I remember is rushing towards the school after catching sight of Sabrina’s text. But now, I find myself in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, my wrists tightly bound to a cold metal chair. My heart thunders in my chest, and I can still feel the remnants of the chloroform swirling in my head. I squint in the low light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The walls are bare, painted a dull gray that matches the oppressive atmosphere clinging to me. A flickering bulb overhead casts eerie shadows. My vision is slowly coming back to normal and I can make out a bed, dresser, and two doors in the room. One of them is my exit route. The other one is hopefully a bathroom. My breath quickens as I strain to recall how I got here, but my mind betrays me, haunted by one terrifying thought: Sabrina set me up. The betrayal slices through me like a knife. How could she? Wasn’t she my bes
Shelly’s POV Continues The creaking of the door interrupts my thoughts, and my heart thuds louder in my chest. A figure steps into the room, and I feel an urgent need to shrink back. He moves with an unsettling confidence, his presence commanding the dim light around him. “It’s so lovely to see you awake, Shelly,” he says with a smooth, almost oily voice. The man before me is Falcon, the infamous leader I’ve heard whispered about in fearful tones. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing sharp features and a calculating gaze that sends chills down my spine. “What do you want?” I demand, trying to mask my fear with defiance. My throat feels dry, but I muster every ounce of strength to challenge him. Falcon chuckles softly, a sound devoid of warmth. “Oh, I think you know exactly why you’re here. You belong to me now.” A cruel smile spreads across his face, and I can feel the weight of his words crashing into me. The implication sends a wave of nausea rolling through my stomach. T
Sabrina’s POVLately, Mich and I have been spending an increasing amount of time together, and I feel that we are growing closer with each passing day. It’s been wonderful to have his company, as it brings a sense of warmth and comfort that I really needed. I confided in Shelly about my feelings, telling her that I find Mich incredibly cute and that I genuinely like him a lot. However, there’s this lingering uncertainty that I can't seem to shake off. I can't quite tell if Mich harbors the same feelings toward me, and it leaves me in a constant state of wondering. On one hand, I’m excited about the possibility of something more developing between us, but on the other hand, I worry about setting myself up for disappointment if he doesn't reciprocate my feelings.Adding to this emotional whirlwind, I’ve been grappling with a sense of loss and longing ever since my parents have been away. I miss their presence in my life every single day, and at times, it feels like there’s an unfillab
Shelly’s POVSebastian is deeply engrossed in his work in his office, providing me with the perfect opportunity to prepare for our evening together. I decided to give myself a bit of pampering. Stepping into the shower, feeling the warm water cascade over me as I vigorously lather my hair with shampoo, following it up with a soothing conditioner to ensure my locks are silky smooth. Next, I dedicate time to thoroughly shaving, ensuring that every inch of my skin feels soft and hair-free. My underarms, legs, and intimate areas all receive meticulous attention, leaving me with skin as smooth as silk. The sensation is incredibly liberating, especially since I’d been unable to maintain my usual routine after the unfortunate incident when I got stabbed in the stomach. Over time, I felt as though I was morphing into Chewbacca, that famously furry character from the woods. The gradual accumulation of hair on my body gave me a strangely wild, untamed feel which now melts away with every st
Shelly’s POVI stood quietly at the funeral under a large oak tree. Despite the sorrow, there was a special beauty reflecting Sabrina’s love for her parents. Sabrina chose a small, intimate ceremony, with only her closest friends and a few meaningful guards in attendance.Simple wooden chairs surrounded the site. In the center, a small pedestal held photos of Sabrina's parents, with white lilies adding a soft touch.The event was emotional, filled with grief, nostalgia, and shared memories. Sabrina spoke warmly of her parents, bringing smiles through tears. The music played softly, adding to the reflective mood.After the ceremony, a light meal of favorite dishes was shared, mixing laughter and tears. It was a time for remembering and cherishing good memories.Sabrina has finished moving into the house that Sebastian and I share, and I absolutely love having my best friend living here with us all the time. Her being here brings an extra layer of warmth and laughter to our home. Even t
Shelly’s POV Sebastian left a few hours ago to go discuss business matters with Michal, and ever since, I've had this nagging feeling in my gut. It feels as if he's keeping something significant from me. Yet, deep down, I understand that whatever he's hiding is likely meant to protect me. Though it’s difficult, I choose to be patient, waiting until he feels ready to reveal the truth. Meanwhile, there's an urgent matter at hand that demands my attention: my need to have a heartfelt conversation with Sabrina about her parents. This topic is profoundly sensitive for me because her parents hold a special place in my heart. After the brutal and unexpected murder of my mom and stepdad, Sabrina’s parents stepped up in a remarkable way. They took on the role of surrogate parents, ensuring I was looked after, cared for, and given everything I needed during that hard period. Their genuine kindness and support were lifesaving at a time when my world felt shattered.Back then, it was just Seb
Sebastian’s POV Dr. Grey entered the hospital room to see Shelly, a patient recovering from surgery to treat an abdominal wound. Her primary task was to check the status of Shelly’s stitches and to ensure the healing process was on track. Shelly had reported some increasing discomfort, which is common as the initial anesthesia wears off and the body adjusts to the healing process. To manage her pain effectively, Dr. Grey administered painkillers intravenously, which provide quick relief, along with antibiotics to prevent any potential infection at the site of the wound. Dr. Grey noticed Shelly's blood pressure was slightly elevated, a frequent response in patients experiencing pain, as the body naturally reacts by increasing heart rate and blood pressure. However, she reassured Shelly that this was a normal reaction to postoperative discomfort. Despite the elevated blood pressure, Dr. Grey was pleased to report that Shelly’s heart rate, blood work, and oxygen saturation levels we
Shelly’s POV "Sabrina, can I talk to you alone?" I asked, my voice steady but my heart heavy. She met my gaze, fear evident in her eyes. I understood her turmoil betraying a best friend is no easy burden to carry.Sebastian, sensing the gravity of the moment, tenderly kissed my forehead. “Take your time,” he whispered, then left the room with Michal. Now it was just Sabrina and me, alone with her confession."Shelly, I’m so sorry," Sabrina began, her voice trembling. "Will you ever forgive me? I felt trapped. Falcon kidnapped Mom and Dad and threatened to kill them if I didn’t play his game. He promised to return them once the mission was over, but he never did. As soon as I realized his deceit, I went straight to Sebastian and confessed everything."Her words spilled out, laden with regret. "If I could go back, I’d tell Falcon to shove it. I love you, Shelly. You're my best friend, and I can’t bear to lose you."Listening to Sabrina, my heart ached. Her choices had been impossible.
Dr. Grey finally appears, and everyone quickly gathers around her, anxiously waiting for the latest updates on Miss Shelly’s condition. I can't help but be the first to start firing off questions, “How is she doing? Is she awake? Is she in pain?” “Calm down, Sir. Let me address your questions one at a time,” Dr. Grey responds with a calm, reassuring smile. “I understand you’ve all been waiting for quite some time, so please allow me to explain the situation fully.” “Please, have a seat,” she advises, gesturing to the chairs we had hastily vacated upon her arrival. As we retake our seats, Dr. Grey starts her detailed explanation. “Miss Shelly is currently both malnourished and dehydrated, conditions likely caused by her lack of food and water during her kidnapping ordeal. Fortunately, I was able to remove the shard of glass embedded in her abdomen without complications. Thankfully, there was no severe damage to any vital organs, which is very reassuring." She continues, “At
Sebastian's POV I quickly pull out my phone and dial Michal’s number. He answers on the first ring. Before I can say anything, he blurts out, “Did you find her? Are you bringing her home? We were attacked, but we're doing okay.” Ignoring his rapid-fire questions, I reply, “Michal, set up a medical bed quickly. We’re on our way back now. Call the doctor, too, because we’re going to need her.” “Wait, why? Who’s hurt? Who needs the bed?” he asks, worriedly. “It’s Shelly, Michal. She's hurt. She needs the doctor as soon as possible,” I explain briefly before ending the call. Standing up with Shelly in my arms, I cradle her to my chest as carefully as I can without hurting her more. Right now, she is unconscious, and I pray she’s okay. At least she doesn’t feel the pain, but once she awakens, she will feel it tenfold. Derek opens the back door of the SUV for me, and I climb in with Shelly, placing her gently on my lap. The ride is only about fifteen minutes to home, but it feels like
Shelly’s POV Night has fallen once more, engulfing me in an oppressive darkness that matches the weight in my heart. A short while ago, one of Falcon's men took away my untouched dinner plate. Hunger gnaws at me, but fear grips me tighter, strangling any appetite I might have had. The screams from earlier still echo in my ears, haunting my thoughts and denying me any semblance of peace. Terror has been my constant companion since I arrived here. The guards act as though I am invisible, their indifference grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. If they’re going to kidnap me and keep me locked away in this dreadful room day and night, the least they could do is answer my questions. Even a pretend truth would be something, but silence is all they offer. Time blurs together in this place, but I know it’s only been a few days. Yet, it feels like an eternity of isolation and dread. The lack of food and sleep is wearing me down, my body growing weak and sluggish. I'm caught in a v