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The Mafia Don's Captive 6
KristoffCora: You coming over to Astro's tonight?"Shit," I cuss, almost driving over the edge of the circular water fountain. Pulling into the garage at the eastern part of the mansion, I take off my seatbelt and tap the phone screen hurriedly.Cora: *sent a photo*Reluctantly, I sigh and input my password, navigate to my WhatsApp, and click on Cora's chat head. The picture pops up immediately; it's her tits – big, bare, and inviting. On any other day, I would've been turned on and possibly jerk off to it later.Cora: You in for it, baby boy?"Sir?" Peter taps my window from outside, drawing my attention. I turn the phone screen down and slip it into my pocket as I got out of the car.Without waiting for him to speak, I ask. "How's she doing?""Not, bad," he shrugs nonchalantly, but I notice the creased lines on his forehead. We start walking toward the mansion's entrance. "The minute you left, she locked the door, preventing Ally from coming in.""Where the hell was the both of you
The Mafia Don's Captive 7
Kristoff“Enough!” my vision goes blood red and everything changes at that moment. The glass in my hand shatters, and I feel the sharp shards cut through my palm, blood trickling out hurriedly, the liquor mixing with it, making it sting so much. She screams and jumps away from me, and I straighten calmly to go after her as she sprints down the hallway toward her room, barely looking back.I stalk after her, each steps thoughtful and deliberate – intense. I loathe her words. I loathe that she’s become my weakness. If she can insult my dear, deceased mother and is still breathing, then that shows I’ve gone soft. I hate that no matter what I can’t hurt her. I hate it.She lets out a strangled sound as she slips into her room. I jog a few meters and insert my foot in between just like I had done earlier, preventing her from slamming the door shut. This time around, she doesn’t struggle but backs away, stumbling over the edge of the bed and falling onto the sheets, her legs kicking at me w
The Mafia Don's Captive 8
TitaniaHours later, I woke up with a dry mouth and a splitting headache. A glance at the wall clock hanging on the wall tells me it's five AM already, almost twenty-two hours since I ate a donut at the café.I groan as I push up my butt so I can rest my back against the bed's headboard. I rub my temples slowly, the events of last night replying like a disc in my head. How did I fall asleep despite my fear? I rise from my bed, straighten my top, and waltz to the window to take a peek outside. The sky is still a midnight blue, thunder rumbles, the rain pelting harder. I run back to my bed and jump in, covering myself with the blanket. Thunder terrifies me. It scares me so much that as a child, Uncle Patrick had no option but to let me sleep with him in his bed on nights when thunderstorms were prominent.Uncle Patrick. God. He's like the father I never had. The father who never left.Pushing away the intense feeling of sadness threatening to envelop me, I saunter over to the bathroom t
The Mafia Don's Captive 9
KristoffTwenty minutes later, as I consult my watch impatiently, wondering if I should go up and get her myself, Titania strolls down the hallway into the living room. I see she's picked out a black, thin, spaghetti-strapped dress that stops just above her knee and cool wedge slippers. Her face is dry, but her lips are shimmering with gloss, her roundish head framed by her beautiful, black hair that she's tied back into a neat bun. It gets a little hard to sit still as I want to make her turn around so badly and get a good view of her arse, which I'm damn sure is barely hidden by the tight dress that accentuates her soft curves and tits. Even without the slightest makeup, she's still fucking gorgeous. Without even trying to impress me, she still has my cock in a chokehold.She shivers as my eyes roam down her tits to her knees, then back up to her face, a crooked smile working its way up my face. Ally comes out from the kitchen and wordlessly takes the tray of fruits I've barely touc
The Mafia Don's Captive 10
KristoffWe stay a while in traffic without any conversation afterward. Titania sits, rigid, as my hands roam over her knees, squeezing her inner thighs, my eyes on her face, testing her. She shuts her eyes, holding her breath, clenching and unclenching her fists. A car hoots behind us and I rev up the engine, meandering down the road, Bloom's Bazaar's familiar tower looming straight up ahead, causing my stomach to churn with fright.My fear comes alive and I almost turn back, but something stops me. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it's not just Titania. It's something nagging at the back of my mind, urging me to keep driving and don't stop, and I don't try to argue with it. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel harder, whirling past black, huge gated mansions spread farther and farther out as I approached Bloom Bazaar. Titania's eyes sift across the road, attentive. I get a feeling she's trying to figure out where exactly we are, or perhaps, memorizing the road.M
The Mafia Don's Captive 11
TitaniaIt feels like weeks before I hear Kristoff's firm footfalls as he approaches my designated room. After the guard left, I'd taken a cursory glance around, my skin crawling at how horribly effeminate everything looked. The bedroom was essentially pink-themed, which gave me a hint that Kristoff must've been preparing for this visit since the moment he struck the deal.Before the door creaks open, I straighten, reaching for my coat quickly and wrapping it around me. I glance up at him, his hard, smoky gaze that was unreadable. He's the epitome of power; strong like an inferno. His beautiful black suit is gone and is now replaced with blue beach shorts and a white T-shirt with all the buttons popped open, displaying the dark, inked tattoos on his broad, hairless chest. His forearms were covered in tattoos as well, and now as he flexes them, I can't seem to look away.This is it. What I've been mentally preparing myself ever since we got here. I try to convince myself that I'm not a
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
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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
