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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 21| Suppressed Desires
"You seem to have forgotten that I now own you, Tesoro," he muttered. Now, Balia was flush against him, both of her palms flattened against his chest, and there was a way he had said those last words like cream was being poured on velvet cake. The word rolled out his mouth so smoothly, and Balia felt her knees weaken.But no, she wasn't going to let this man see how his words weakened her, how his touch made her want more. She was going crazy. Since last night, after seeing how he had fucked Cenzia, he was all she could think about, and she wished that, at this moment, he would bend her over like he had bent Cenzia over. She was starting to get jealous. It wasn't a good feeling. "Can you let me go?"His eyes raked down her body. She wore a light purple dress that didn't get to her knee. She remembered this dress. She had liked it the instant she saw it, mostly because of its colour, and then she wore it and fell in love with it the more. It hugged the curve of her tiny waist, fall
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 22| A Scary Discovery
Senna was done with her for today. Balia was an expressive woman, so it was easy to read her from her facial expression. Last night, while he had been fucking Cenzia, he had seen her reflection in the glass. She had been watching, and her eyes had glazed over. He wasn't sure if she had touched herself, but he was damn sure she had been turned on from watching them. There were several nasty things he wanted to do with her. He probably had a bucket list in his head. Last night, he had wanted to approach her, but Cenzia had dropped by. Much to his surprise, she had made her needs known to him. What sane man would turn down a good fuck?She had undressed before him, not minding if anyone could have stepped out at that moment. She was fucking bold, and he loved bold. She was also a good fuck, but that would be his last time. He had someone already. Someone he could unleash his beast on. She wasn't prepared for what was yet to come, and he wondered why he was holding back. He probably
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 23| Post-nut Clarity
Senna's private jet waited on the rooftop of one of his companies. It had been prepared an hour before his arrival, and when he got to the tarmac, a hostess dressed in a pair of royal green penciled skirts and a white shirt with a cherry red muffler tied around her neck ushered him into the private jet. Batista had nearly fucked things up, and now he was left to finish the job. This was what he hated about people. As long as it wasn't their business, they never fully invested in it, and he had trusted Batista to do this well. Well, he wasn't going to make this mistake again. The door to the jet was closed, and the air hostess came into the plane bearing a chrome tray of sparkling wine and a champagne flute. "Sir, would you like to have a drink?""In a few minutes, please," He replied as he took out his phone and dialed Placido's number. He hadn't gotten in touch with him for the past two days, and he was starting to worry that things on his end had gotten shitty. "Sir," Came his v
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 24| Pills and Unsettled Disputes
Balia had finally picked herself up a few hours later. She had been so weak from crying so much that when she finally climbed out of her bed, she was hit with a wave of dizziness that overcame her. She staggered back into bed and burst into another bout of tears, and Tina chose to come in then."Balia, you okay?" Tina asked as she closed the door behind her. "You look pale." Balia would have glared at her if she wasn't acting so lovely. "Nothing at all. I'm just tired.""Dinner is ready, and since Senna isn't home, you can come downstairs for dinner. You can also take a walk if you want." Yes. Balia wanted that. She wanted to be out of this room with everything she had in her. So she changed into a new set of clothing and stepped out of the room, happy that Senna was out. When she asked Tina about his whereabouts, she said she had no idea. Well, he could go to hell for all she cared. Maybe die in the process and never return, too.The dining table was filled with different dishes
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 25| Gunshots & Faux Negotiations
Senna's POVFor starters, if Marchetti thought I was stupid, he should have said it straight to my face. A fucking empty warehouse? I didn't need anyone to tell me that there was something up in here. I could sense danger as soon as I stepped in with Batista. We were surrounded by men with guns, waiting for an order from their boss.But unbeknownst to him and his men, Batista's men were stationed in strategic points, trained snipers who knew what to do with their guns. I stopped in the middle of the empty building and looked around. "Marchetti, you know I am not one for games. If you've got something to talk about, then come out to say it to my face."There was silence for a while, and then I heard footsteps coming from behind us. We turned to see Marchetti walking into the warehouse with a gun pressed to his side. "Well, hello there. It's been how many months since we last saw? Three?""Two months, three weeks, five days, and about fifteen hours. I love how reminiscent you are."H
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 26| Senna Is a Killer
Balia's POVAfter dinner, I returned to my room. I was still very much fascinated with my new devices. This was something to take my thoughts away from a certain man who traumatized me daily. I turned off the lights in my room, glad that Tiffany had connected all my devices to the house's WiFi. It was very much active, so I decided to use Netflix tonight. I'd never really had the opportunity to use this app on my own. I remember watching a few Netflix movies while still in school, but after that, I was more focused on working hard to survive, so watching movies wasn't a thing for me to pass the time with me.But right now, I was jobless with a fucking roof over my head. A beautiful room, good food to eat every day, and movies to watch. I tried to dwell on the positives. Living on the negatives would only drive me to the brink of madness.I decided to watch an action movie, scrolling past romance movies, as my life alone was tragic. Something to relate with would work.I spent most o
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 27| Teases laced with Sadism
Balia's POVSenna was at the table, and a cup of steaming hot coffee sat beside him as he leafed through files. They probably contained information about the people he was to kill. I saw things like these in movies.How was he able to do this with a straight face? Wasn't he supposed to feel sinful for all the evil acts he'd been committing? I guess bad people do evil to the fullest—immorality at its finest. Tina had just set my food before me when Senna slapped the file on the table. He folded his fingers into one another and stared right at me. "You were asleep when I came back last night," He began. I picked up my spoon and scooped the soup into my mouth. What was he expecting? A reply? A reply, my ass. "You heard what I said, didn't you?"Sighing, I dropped the spoon on the space beside me and looked him in the eyes. He still had that cold glare on. "And what do you want my reply to be? Oh, yes, I was sleeping. There, you have it."He lowered his head and picked up his fork. "I
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 28| Sex in the Dining room
Senna's POVShe was nervous. I could see it in her eyes. I could read it in her expression. From the way her cheeks were lightly dusted pink to the form, her aquamarine eyes avoided my gaze. She had beautiful eyes. She had a beautiful face, and I wanted to fuck her face. "Look at me, Balia," I commanded. She did. I smiled. My hands were still buried between her thighs, and though I had stopped my movements, I could still feel her wetness on my fingers. I wanted to touch her in ways she'd never experienced. She looked naïve. She looked like she had never been fucked to satisfaction, and here she was, seated on my thigh, her body begging to be fucked. She was a stubborn one, but her body was relatively easy to be manipulated.She was wearing a pale orange dress, one that made her skin brighter than usual. I had been staring at the decent cleavage it left open, unable to stop my groin from tightening, and then she had flared, causing me to lose my cool.She licked her lips. It was one
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