Contracted to the Mafia Lord: The devil and His pet

“STRIP!”

His deep baritone voice thundered as I snuggled to the edge of the bed.

"uh?" I asked, like I didn't hear clearly. My eyes staring at everything, including the ceiling except him.

"I would be a fool to repeat myself."

But he already was.

I was quite hesitant, besides, I've never done something like this.

I left the side of the bed and stood before him, with my heart pounding so loud as if singing to a rhythm, I began to take off my clothes. I wanted to be brave for my father, my brother and family because this was what I had signed up for.

With his deep gaze boring into my skin, I felt ashamed, used— like a commodity. But you are! My brain reminded me. This wasn't how I had imagined my life to turn out.

I took my clothes off, bit by bit. I tried hiding those tears that were threatening to fall. I can't be weak in this situation, at least, not now.

I took everything off me but when what remained of me was my thongs and bra, I stopped. My hands trembling visibly on my skin.

I couldn't be naked in front of someone who doesn't even regard me, who sees me as a possession and not human.

He strode steadily towards me, his eyes fixated on mine and all the unimaginable thoughts clouded my mind. My legs suddenly felt loose on the cold tiles, but I didn't budge.

"You should be obedient to your husband, don't you think?" He said, a grin; one that I wished to pluck out of his face, spread widely.

Standing so closely, he took my hands and rubbed them on his crotch and my hands stiffened. "You feel it, right? You wouldn't want me to fvck you senseless, you know why? You won't recover from it and I bet you don't want that little Mia?”

"Now strip!" The words rolled out like fire, an igniting force as he stepped back and at that moment, I knew he was getting all worked up.

I took my thong and bra off, and standing before him was me; naked.

"Spin." He whispered and I did.

He walked to me. His steps slow, precise. Instantly, he took me to the bed.

I was partially ready for anything but the tears wouldn't stop trying to come. "Please." I heard myself say that but he didn't respond. Instead, he was trolling over my body with his hands and next, he took my lips to his while his other hand played with my already erected nipple.

It came with pain and then waves of pleasure.

I started to respond. My head was in disagreement but my body wasn't, he took his lips to my neck and licked a sensitive spot behind my ear, a shrill moan escaped my lips.

"Why are you so sensitive?" His tongue left my neck, I looked at him as if pleading. I wanted more but at the same time, I didn't.

"Please,'' I pleaded again.

"What are you begging for?"

My lips felt tight. I didn't know what I wanted except that my body needed him, more of his touch.

He took my breast in his mouth, suckling it so hard I couldn't help but shiver, his other hands on my waist, moving it slowly to my clitoris.

He rubbed it vigorously while I moaned so loudly and I felt pleasure that I haven't felt in a long time but when I thought he would go all down, he stopped.

He walked into the bathroom and just acted like we weren't in the middle of something. What went wrong or rather, what was wrong with me? But oh God! He was definitely good with his hands.

My eyes glued to the door of the bathroom, hoping that he come out but he didn't, for a long time. But why turn me on just to leave me unsatisfied?

I stared at my clothes on the floor and instantly felt weak and stupid. I didn't know if to blame myself for being too quickly decisive. Maybe if I had begged harder, I wouldn't have been in this situation.