The Mafia Don's Little Plaything
“Kneel, Little thing,” he orders, his breath running down my neck. I find myself kneeling. It’s not like I have a choice. He’s going to hurt me if I don’t. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll enjoy every bit of it. My core throbs, and my mouth water hungrily as he frees his cock from his briefs.
“You want it, don’t you?” He fists himself and my eyes follow the movement. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs despite my position. The room is dark, and there’s no means of escape for me. Not that I want to.
“Yes,” I whisper, my face coloring in shame.
“Louder, Little thing. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want to kill me—the man who killed your only brother?” He taunts.
I don’t reply. The next moment, he grips my hair hard, and I gasp.
“I want to.” I force myself to say. His face lifts up in a mocking smirk.
“Good girl. Now, suck my cock like my pretty little toy.” He demands, slamming himself into my mouth and stealing my breath with one hard thrust.
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Her life faces a brutal turn when a cruel Mafia Don breaks into her home, demanding the stash of diamonds that her brother supposedly stole. She tries to pick herself up and avenge her brother’s death, but falls instead into the trap Don Luca set for her. What is meant to be vengeance changes into something irresistible. Something dangerous. Something that might kill her if she gives in…
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Chapter: Chapter Five:Just Breath To LeaveThe next morning I was woken up by Maria.It was sunny as usual and l didn't know how l was feeling. Last night was something else if l may confess. Just thinking about it… my cheeks turn red with shame and all sorts of feelings. All the events came back flooding back like a. hurricane.“You mine now….” Those were his words.“Little miss……”his voice rambled at the back of my mind. Luca Dermaco was usually a poison and every thing he touched seemed to be ‘ruined’ by him. I betrayed myself yesternight… l sold my fucking soul to the devil himself on a silver platter. What the fucking hell…. I felt dirty… cheap and nothing because of last night. But the vibration between my thighs on my honeypot tells another story. I don't want my body to act like this… but it's shameless….. reminancing to that blood suckers touch and words. I am supposed to think of revenge…. How to avenge my brother…. I am supposed to unveil what my brother was doing in the dark where no one could see him…. “Hmmm
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Chapter: Chapter Four:His“Please let me go l didn't mean to keep you waiting” she breathed like it was her last, every fibre in her surrendering to his touch and presence. He wrapped his hands around her necklike he fucking owned it and was his from the beginning. Her feeble and shaky hands rose to touch his hand on her neck, her fingers trailed aimlessly on his hands and this made his cock even more harder. He wanted to mark her. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to see her break. He wanted to consume her soul. “Do you have any fucking idea how pretty you look under my mercy.”He squeezed and tightened his grip around her neck, blocking her passageway and her eyes widened. “Little slut….. little whore.”he said, moving his other hand to touch her bare back. “I'm going to ruin you…. I'm going to taint you with myself,”he smirked He seemed satisfied with what he was doing to her and he wanted to do more. “You're dripping wet down there little puttana aren't you, huh?” Your cunt is vibrating to my tou
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Chapter: Chapter Three:Accepting My FateCassandraIt's been days since my last encounter with Luca, and to say that I am puzzled about it is an understatement. I have been locked in this room. On the bright side, no one has been bothering me about the diamonds. I hope he stays wherever he is, seeing his face makes my stomach turn . But it still baffles and irks me as to how one can be so handsome and evil at the same time. The door opens and Maria walks in with a small smile plastered on her face. “Cassandra… I have been sent for you”, she says in a merry voice. “It seems like today Master Luca is in a joyous mood…”,I roll my eyes to the back of my head. l mean who cares if he is bitter, happy or sad. Only if she knew that I wish nothing but misery for that man. “Maria death is better than misery on that man..”, I say out loudlyIt was not my intention for her to hear it but she heard it anyway. Her eyes pop out like I have shot her on her limbs. “ Cassandra!”she half shouted at me. “Don't say things like that in here
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Chapter: Chapter Two: Making A Deal With The MonsterCassandraThe gun is pointed at me and one mistake or act of rebellion, I know my brains will be scattered all over these walls, painting them red. My heart hammer against my chest as I try to think of something to save me. “Any last words, little thing?” he asks in a sardonic cold tone. His gaze is fixed on me as I remain frozen in place.“Don’t kill me… l-I-I will do anything you ask of me,” I stutter, trying to tread carefully on my words, my hands trembling on my side. I see his lips twisting up. The rumors don’t do him justice. He’s deranged. I can’t believe I was admiring him minutes ago.I’m feeling dizzy. “Little thing, you better be sure of the words you say or you might live to regret them,” he warns, his head tilted to the side. “I’ll do anything. Please spare me.” But my voice betrays how scared I am. “Well then, you’ll pay for your brother's sins and family debt. You’ll become my little toy.” His eyes roam over my body.He holds my neck with a hard grip making it ha
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Chapter: Chapter One: Meeting The MonsterCassandra Many people claim to meet death in person once in their lifetime. But I am currently staring at death in the face. You know your time is up when the Don of DeMarco family visits you. I’ve heard about him from random whispers, from hushed voices of people that don’t dare to speak aloud. Luca, the lord of the underworld, is in my house. And he just killed my brother. I think I’m about to hyperventilate. I look at the blood in my hands, shaking and petrified at the sight in front of me. “No, no,” I whisper, in a daze, as if doing so would turn the hands of time. As if the large slit on my brother’s neck would magically disappear. My eyes are blurred, salty tears flowing down uncontrollably on my cheeks. “Damen, Damen, wake…up,” I whisper for the umpteenth time. I can feel the men watching me, and I briefly wonder why I’m not dead yet. “Take her and tie her to the chair she's next to," Don Luca suddenly says, and I freeze. Tears come in hiccups, despite the gnawing fear tha
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