Be My Slave: A Mafia Romance

Catalina I covered my ears as the banging on the door became louder, I prayed they wouldn't break down my door and barge in. This has been my life since my father died, debt collectors always chasing after me. If I'm unlucky, they see me outside and chase me all around town but if I'm lucky, like today, they come when I'm inside and bang on my door till they get tired and leave. They left after a while and I crawled out from under my bed where I hid. I looked around the house my father left for me, I had sold everything valuable and I still hadn't paid even a quarter of the debt we owed. All my part time jobs barely raised enough money to even feed myself. I fell on my knees and let the tears flow from my eyes, this wasn't the life I wanted to live. If I had the choice, I wouldn't choose this life for myself. My phone rang and I recognized the caller.“Hello, Catalina speaking.”“Hello Miss Catalina, I'm calling in respect for the job you applied for at our club. Congr

Catalina I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I could only think this as I signed the papers. He knew my weakness and used it against me. Clearly he knows everything about me and I don't even know his name.“At least be kind enough to tell me your name. Or should I just call you Master?”A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat. So the beast could actually laugh.“Miguel Alejandro.”The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside.“Why, Miguel?”“Why what?”“Why me? Why do you even want a slave?”“You interest me that's why. You do things to me just by giving me that death stare.” He let out a sigh. “I want a slave because you're bound by a contract, you will do anything I say. Relationships are meaningless to me, you have more freedom in a relationship and I don't want that. As a slave, you have no choice.”“Psychopath!”“This psychopath is actually saving you.”He was right, the money he was giving me would really go a long way in

Catalina I've spent days thinking of an escape plan but so far I've come up with nothing. The house was guarded, wherever I went there was at least one man with a gun. I was only allowed to go out if there was a group of bodyguards with me. It was frustrating but I continued with my activities normally to avoid raising suspicions. I cooked breakfast knowing fully well he wouldn't eat, I danced for him whenever he wanted, I went out with my security without complaining. Trust….I was building trust so that when the time came for me to escape it would be so easy. My problem was Gabriella. She treated me like an outcast. She only talked to me when it was very necessary or when I asked her a question. I was lonely in that mansion and I thought we could become friends. Friends my foot. Gabriella would be the first to report me to Miguel if she has even the slightest idea of my escape plan.Miguel. He seemed more occupied these days. Maybe a serious issue in the mafia world. I didn

CATALINA The kiss was rough, demanding, urgent.His hand was cupped firmly on the back of my neck, the pressure increased. I didn't know why, but I parted my lips, inviting him. A tiny moan escaped my throat as his tongue met mine. His mouth moved over mine, crushing down harder each passing second. His teeth nipped painfully at my lip, a second moan escaped me.He stopped suddenly and looked down at me. His eyes were darker now. They were filled with pleasure. Dangerous pleasure.“You don't know the things I want to do to you Catalina.” I couldn't form a response. I only looked at him. His face was that of a man overcome by lust and desires.“I own you don't I? Take off your clothes.”Like someone under a spell, I slowly began to undress. My eyes were still fixed on his. Somehow I wanted to know, what it meant to be owned by this man, what depths of pleasure he would take me to if I let him.I stood there, unclad. I hated to admit it, but the way he looked at my naked body made

CATALINAMiguel’s eyes were fixed on me, heavy with something unreadable. His posture had changed—more rigid, more alert.I knew this dress would catch his attention. That was the point. I didn't trust Gabriella to get a dress that would turn heads. I feel like she's out to get me.A fitted red gown hugged my curves, the fabric smooth like liquid silk. The neckline dipped low, exposing just enough skin to make a statement but not enough to be indecent. A slit ran up my leg, giving me freedom of movement, while the delicate diamond earrings I had chosen added an air of elegance. I swayed my hips rhythmically as I walked. I'm a dancer after all. I could be a seductress if I wanted. I wanted revenge for what happened with Miguel. I wanted him to desire me so much that his body hurt from it.Gabriella clicked her tongue. “You took long enough.”I smirked. “Perfection takes time.”“Getting feisty, are you?” Miguel’s jaw tightened, I saw his fingers curl into fists before he relaxed them. H