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The Mafia Don's Captive 12
Titania"It doesn't make sense," I mutter, shaking my head. "Why me? I bet you can get any other girl you want to do your bidding without even having to lift a finger. They'll be willing to even have your baby. What do you want from me? Please, tell me,"He watches stiffly as I force a piece of meat into my mouth, chewing slowly, his eyes fixed on my face - my lips. He grins mischievously, tilting his head to the side."You told me you could do anything as well, and I'm taking you up on that. In return, your uncle stays with his legs. Simple.""Why do you make me walk around with nothing underneath?" I scowl. "That's psychotic.""That's not even half of what I have in mind for you, and I'm even being lenient. I'd prefer to have you walk around the house with basically nothing on. No slippers, no dress, no jewelry, no panties. Just you."I scrunch my face in disgust, pushing my chair back to lean far away from him in case he decides to get handsy. Which is ridiculous because I'm practi
The Mafia Don's Captive 13
TitaniaI struggle to pull away but my body's gone cold. Instead of pushing against his chest, my palms flatten on them lightly, while he wraps his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, his tongue thrusting past my teeth, his dark eyes vibrant, watching me as our lips move in sync. It's a bit awkward but phenomenal. The softness of his lips was one I never imagined. It's such a lovely contrast to the rough way he's humping our bodies together, his stubble scratching my chin. Such a contrast to his hard, unreadable eyes. Such a contrast to everything bad this man stands for.Tentatively, I get bolder and take his bottom lip between mine, tasting the grilled meat we had earlier. The smell of his cologne intoxicates my senses, sending fine little butterflies swirling out of my gut. I bit his bottom lip, melting onto him.“Titania,” he whispers, groaning as he rides his hardness roughly against my thigh. I shudder at how massive and thick it feels. Goodness knows I'l
The Mafia Don's Captive 14
Kristoff Two hours later, I sigh in contentment as I meander down the road, toward town. Titania is seated beside me, looking out of the window, dried tear streaks at the corner of her eyes, her cologne poignant in the enclosed space. I still have her smell on me, feel her pussy on my dick. It was even more pleasurable than I expected, and she was so damn tight — a perfect fit — I'd even thought she was a virgin. And to think that she wanted it too. Her body was comfortingly receptive and aroused from the first moment I touched her. I am not the devil she thinks I am. The thing is, Patrick must've suppressed her wild desires all these years. She loves it when I corner her. When I chase after her and insist on taking what I want. She loves it when I don't back down, but she's just too stubborn to admit the truth. But anyways, her lips and pussy don't lie. Her mouth may speak a different language, but her body certainly doesn't. My phone starts ringing loudly, through the Bluetooth sp
The Mafia Don's Captive 15
KristoffThe two bodyguards always on standby at Jojo's door bow curtly and murmur their greetings when I approach, my footfalls echoing loudly against the corridor walls. They drew the huge, brown, double doors open and I walk into the office space, spotting William almost immediately, seated before Jojo who had a gun pointed at him. Salvatore's men — two of them, which William had brought along with him had their guns up as well, targeted Jojo and Pete. Seems like the situation is much direr than I initially thought."What the hell is going on here?" I boom, slicing through the palpable tension. None of the men moves to acknowledge my presence, nor Pete and JoJo, who are engaged in a fierce staring-down battle with William. "Uncle? What's the meaning of this?"For a full minute or two, William sits calmly, then rises slowly, whirling around to face me, his lips curling into a wide smirk. I clench my fists, wanting nothing but to rip his tongue out and step on it. Soon, old man. Your
The Mafia Don's Captive 16
TitaniaWhen Pete pulls up in front of the house, I hurry out without waiting for Kristoff to open the door, or instruct me to go down. He seems disturbed, and troubled, and after what happened at Boom Bazaar, my hate for him has only increased. Something must've altered his mood back at the club. Something sinister. I don't want to ask because it's not my business, and I don't want to know. I love the fact that, like me, he can't have peace of mind. He deserves all the fucking ghosts and skeletons littering his closet, plaguing his life.I brush past Ally who stands by the door with her face impassive. Rushing up the stairs, I throw myself on the bed and start weeping, the soreness between my legs intensifying as I cry. It's painful. It had been painful. And he didn't stop. I hadn't wanted him to stop. I enjoyed it, and that's what makes me hurt the most.I hear Ally now as she comes up the stairs slowly. Not wanting her to see me in this state, I burrow deep into the sheets, clampin
The Mafia Don's Captive 17
KristoffWith my earphones propped on, I silently bob to the music as I run faster on the treadmill. It's a little past four, exactly six hours since I got back from Domi Sotto, and still, I can't think of a suitable way to bring William to book. I can't think of anything with which to use against him, and I feel that my relationship with Jojo will be strained because of this. A lot of things are so messed up, and I can't stop thinking of what would happen if my rivals got to know that I have a weakness after all — the niece of my enemy — and that she's holding me back from making logical, thoughtful decisions.I need to get rid of this obsession. I need to get rid of it fast. She's ruining me gradually, without having to lift a single finger.Damn you, Titania.As though I'm not having a bad day enough, Ally taps my shoulder out of the blue, startling me. I slow down considerably and jump off the treadmill, breaking my fall with my knees. She gasps, stepping away from me, the white p
The Mafia Don's Captive 18
KristoffIt's half past seven before I finally come out of my room — the exact same time Titania comes out of hers. Our eyes lock, and the brown, calf-hair scarf around her delicate neck falls. Swallowing hard, she doesn't take her eyes off me as she bends to pick it back up, and sling it around her neck once more, wringing her fingers together nervously.My gaze sweeps over the light pink strapless dress she's wearing. It's the right fit, stopping just above her knees, and showing off her lean, shapely legs. Her lip buds are coated with the same pink shade as the dress she has on, and she's pulled her dark curls back, securing them into a curt bun.She's stunning. I want to tell her that but the words are stuck deep in my throat, stubborn. I raise my eyes back up to meet hers and see fear. She's watching me like I'm a beast who's got her cornered and might pounce on her any minute now.Strangely, that makes me feel...shitty. Why do I feel shitty? I love having her squirm. I get off o
The Mafia Don's Captive 19
TitaniaI don't know how long I've been in the shower. It doesn't feel like days, but still, it feels long enough. Underneath the water trickling down, I keep my head low, letting the water stream down to the very root while I try to scrub my skin off Kristoff's touch and smell. It's been hours and nothing seems to be working. I feel his touch on my skin, stronger than ever. For the first time, I don't understand my body. I don't understand why it is drawn to the villain's touch. Because Kristoff is the enemy, and I hate to admit that I feel safe in his arms. Somehow, I've only grown to trust him a little too much than I should.I should run away. Evade his tactics. But in this chessboard of survival, I feel like his queen. All my life I've never felt that way.I don't belong to anyone. I don't crave human touch. I don't like being oppressed or forced to do stuff against my own will. I enjoy my own company, and once in a while, when the need arises to sleep with someone, I always ensu
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The Mafia Don's Captive Epilogue
TitaniaI smile at his uncharacteristic behavior, knowing I've hurt him by second-guessing whether I should move in with him or not. I put a hand on his cheek, and pinch it. “Yes. I'd love to move into Bloom Bazaar with you.”“Stop saying it like it's something huge.” He laughs.“Of course it is! This is the first time you're asking me.”He rolls his eyes. “Fine. I should've asked sooner. Happy now? Let's go see your uncle,” he says, taking my wrists and pulling me down the corridor, towards the nurse at the reception to ask for Uncle Patrick's new room number.The nurse offers to show us to his room herself. We take a bend, down a second corridor I've never been in, nor did I know existed. With each step we take, my heartbeat spikes, louder and louder in my ears. Kristoff squeezes my hand, his other arm pulling me into him, and suddenly I'm glad he's here. To help me through this. I don't know what to expect, but when we arrive at last, the nurse pushes the door open after a brief kn
The Mafia Don's Captive 55
TitaniaIt's been two months since Uncle Patrick was attacked. I can finally say those words and think about that event without it scaring me, without breaking down in fright and tears. Winter arrived two days earlier, and every surface is covered with soft, snowflakes — rooftops, car roofs, the road — everywhere. Winter is my favorite season, a huge reason is that it coincides with Christmas. The air is different, wholesome, sugary, and filled with festive gaiety and promise.“What are you thinking about? Come on now, wear me the damn coat, princess.”I chuckle.Kristoff and I are standing at the entrance of Elysium Healthcare Home and I'm holding out his jacket. He lets me slip his hands into the furry coat and fix the collar — the material making him appear two times bigger, like an ogre man. I slip my hand in his and we both turn to face the open corridor, my nerves threatening to get the best of me, but I'm pushing forth victoriously. Taking a deep breath, I nod. We step inside t
The Mafia Don's Captive 54
KristoffThree Weeks Later."Kristoff!"I look up as Titania rushes into the room, clutching a copy of the Daily Times. She halts, stares at me, then holds the paper out for me to take. I took one look at the photograph and back up to her face. Her bottom lip trembles. "Do you have a hand in this?"After what we shared three weeks ago, I'd told her about my uncle in greater detail, and also that he was the one who sent Harvey to try and kill Patrick. She'd been shocked, and furious, and I knew she didn't want to go back to how she was before. Thirsty for revenge. I'd decided to avenge Patrick then, for her, even though she hadn't asked me to. William committed many more stalling crimes that deserve a much more painful death than just simply being blown up with his car.I smile, buttoning up my coat, and pull her close to me. She's fidgeting, curious. I take the paper away from her limp grasp and throw it on the bed. "He deserves it. You know he does.""I didn't ask for you to kill him
The Mafia Don's Captive 53
Kristoff“Shh, princess. It's alright now. It's fine,” I murmur quietly, holding her close. Her sobs fade out and she's finally still, her shoulders relaxed. I feel the arms of sleep curling around her, lulling her into its dreamless abyss. It doesn't take long before she's snoring softly, still clinging tightly to me. I play with her curls idly, a lighter feeling in my chest. I'm not letting her out of my arms, or life again. I'll never walk away. Whatever happened tonight, united us. On all fronts, it made us one. Made us whole. One soul. Forever.But we were always bound together before that. From the very first moment I set my eyes on her, I knew. I sensed her darkness. I made it out at first glance, and it drew me to her like a magnet. She was damaged, like me. But I never envisioned the extent of that damage to be this huge. I never thought it'd turn into this.She's curled into me, her face buried in my chest, her hair all over the place. Her tears on my dry are drying up, and
The Mafia Don's Captive 52
TitaniaKristoff stands in the doorway, in his suit pants and a white t-shirt. A dark figure, but I can still make out his handsome, slick features even in the darkness. I can feel his gaze on me, taking in my appearance — the torn dress and smudged make-up. He takes a few steps forward and shuts the door behind him, trapping out the light. I fall back on the bed, the wall behind me cold against my skin.Shit's about to go down.He clears his throat, then takes off his watch, tossing it on the floor. It makes a huge clunk sound as it falls, but I'm too concentrated on him. To scared of what's about to come, even though I don't know what he's going to do to me. He rolls up his sleeves, one after the other, carefully. I stare at them, at how big they are, at how big-muscled and powerful they look. My gaze slides down to his big hands. Remember how solid they always feel against my skin. How he uses them firmly whenever he touches me. Grabs me. Make me cave in to his wants.“I'm sorry,”
The Mafia Don's Captive 51
TitaniaIt feels as though someone is playing a cruel prank on me. It feels so surreal. Kristoff is seated beside me, just as I wanted. He's come to take me back with him just as I'd hoped. But the scenario back at the club... I almost can't believe it happened. I'd never envisioned any of the strangers I allow to fuck me, persisting or hurting me if I said no. It's slowly sinking in now, how much danger I've been putting myself into all these past years. I shake my head, drop my gaze and wipe my eyes — feeling pitiful of myself.Everything feels like a huge, jumbled mess. For the first time ever, I'm frustrated and confused. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want. I don't know how to feel about this whole plot twist. I thought I'd be happy now that Kristoff is here to take me back, but I'm not. I want to run away and hide from his gaze.“I can't let you keep putting yourself in danger. I can't take any more risks with you. I know you. I know how you're feeling right now. Y
The Mafia Don's Captive 50
TitaniaThankfully, the ladies' room is empty. I push the door open, striding down confidently to the last stall. It's also the biggest and the neatest.Pitch perfect.I hear the sound of deep footsteps halt, then the door opens. When I turn, I find the handsome man standing there, his eyes raking over my tight dress, down to my lean legs.He runs a hand through his hair, and strokes his chin. I can tell he's very impressed.Just like all the others.I take off my coat slowly, hang it over the door and go in. He follows, shutting the door behind him while I whip out a condom from my bra and hand it over. Up close, he's even more handsome — his lips a succulent, wet pink, thanks to the beer he'd been drinking earlier. I should be invested in his looks, but I feel queasy instead. Like something is off, but this is exactly why I came here. This is how I'm going to forget about Kristoff. By getting banged by another man. By letting myself drown in another man's touch.He gives me a dazzli
The Mafia Don's Captive 49
TitaniaFour weeks creep by slowly. A month devoid of drama, and spent indoors lazing on the couch and watching movies. I still haven't seen Uncle Patrick, though Doctor Wave kept in touch, as he promised. I haven't heard from Kristoff ever since that terrible night at his office. He kept his word — I'm a free woman, just like I wanted. But a part of me, the naughty part, keeps expecting him to break his own rules by disregarding his words and coming back for me. To change his mind and take me back to the mansion forcefully. The one time I went to the club, wearing a disguise, I didn't see him, nor anyone else I knew was close to him. The three women who normally stripped had been replaced.In fact, it felt like those two weeks had been a dream. Like it never happened.Ever.But try all I can, the memories are ever fresh in my mind. I can't forget those moments. Can't forget how they made me feel. How he made me feel. How his touch sizzles and bring out a fierce passion I never knew I
The Mafia Don's Captive 48
TitaniaI wake up the next morning, feeling like a fucked up train wreck. My heart clangs as though it's being pounded, and it's like I didn't get a wink of sleep at all last night. My joints quake as I move, my limbs so tired and heavy. I can't even drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. When I eventually manage to stand and get the shower running, I stand in the cool water for a very long time, letting it stream down my body and disappear down the drain — a mixture of white soap suds and pink.I washed the blood out of my hair next. I didn't realize there was much of it on me, and to think I'd slept like that last night is appalling. I should change the sheets, hand them over to a dry cleaner later since I'm too lazy to wash them, and I've got a lot of stuff to sort out around the house. When I'm done, I towel my body dry, change into black shorts and a thin, tank top, then sit on the couch with my phone in hand.I place a dial across to the kind
