Lust Of The Mafia's Lord

If there is a saying: after fallen down and been hit by the stairs, then that is Arren's true fate.

For several years now, she has lost her beloved mother. Her father, who was once dashing and rich, is now nothing more than the trash of society because of his bad temper: an alcoholic and addicted gambler who didn't seems to know how to stop.

At a young age—19 years old—Arren had to work hard to support herself and her father who have no motivation to work. That man only knew how to get into debt and spend it overnight. Arren's fate was truly unfortunate.

“Ah….”

The pain spreads again. This time, Arren felt it in the area of her thigh and one of her legs, after previously, only the throbbing in her head hurt so much.

"Where am I?"

Arren squinted her eyes, scanning every object around her. Everything is dark. Arren barely seen anything.

“Errgh….”

Arren groaned because suddenly, a stinging sensation appeared in her vital area. What happened? Why was she dumped in a strange place like this?

Suddenly, the door on the left side of the bed opened slowly. A big bad man appeared to stand up and enter the place where Arren was in a daze, as if she was unconscious.

“Ah, my beautiful prisoners is awake, apparently?”

The baritone voice surprised her. “Wh–who are you?” Arren was frightened and shifted her body out of bed. In fact, she almost fell because she couldn't guess where the end of the bed was.

“Ssshh….”

The man got closer, this time, he finally arrived at the bed, where Arren lay resigned, helpless.

“Let–let go!” Arren shouted, after the man suddenly dragged her body closer. With just one hand, the man managed to grab Arren and catch hem in the crib.

“Mmhh … this scent. The scent I love."

The man traced every inch of Arren's body with force. “Arrgh!” Arren screamed in surprise. However, she could feel a foreign sensation that shook her heart and sane mind.

“Crazy bastard!” Arren shouted as she kicked the man until he fell face down in front of her.

“Wow, wow! You've been playing rough!" Instead of giving up, the man became more aggressive and this time, he let go of the shirt that was still on his shoulders, even though all the buttons were undone.

Arren cried. She really didn't know the man. What's this? Was… she being kidnapped and raped?

“You are my slave. Understand? You must serve me! I ransomed you very handsomely from your father!"

The man's words were more painful than the bite that was currently being inflicted on the chest area.

“Fa–father?” Arren muttered, trying to get away but she couldn't. The strength of the man who was attacking her was completely beyond her control. Arren is weak, helpless.

"Yes. Your father has sold you to me. Now, you are my slave, now! You got that?"

Without another word, the man drank the honey inside Arren again, just like last night, which Arren couldn't remember anymore.

***

Last night, Arren was kidnapped and held captive by Leonard Connor, a cruel mafia boss who was lucky because he won gambling.

In that game, Leon managed to defeat an old man who had nothing but his beloved daughter, Arrendice Hart.

No one thought that Leon would receive the winning payment in the form of a virgin girl.

"Where is that girl?" Leon asked impatiently. Coincidentally, his passion tonight must be satisfied.

Arren's father—a drunken widower and gambler—shows him his residence. Leon immediately headed there after winning the bet.

"Please don't hurt her," said the father before letting his daughter go.

“You just talk like a saint. Tch!” Leon sneered without wanting to hear anything else.

That's how in the end, poor Arren, who had just returned from work, had to be faced with a terrible incident. Arren becomes a stranger who she doesn't even know.

Leon, on the other hand, could buy all the girls in his town, but that wouldn't be interesting. It was this kind of forced submission that aroused his savage passion, so that it could not be expressed in words. Leon felt victorious. Leon is very dominant. He is the god of death.

"Come here..." Leon called softly to Arren who rolled at the foot of the bed, after realizing that she had been stripped naked without any resistance. Arren didn't answer, she didn't make a sound. Her body shivered and trembled with the situation that was beyond her will.

"I've had enough sweet words, now, come out, or I'll have to teach you," said Leon, still sweet-mouthed to his prisoner.

Arren was confused, she didn't know what to do. Leon's breath growled like a hungry lion. The silence of the room became more tense. Arren, who was naked, had no choice but to surrender, or... she would have to be forcibly pulled away without mercy.

'Oh, Mother...' she muttered to herself.

"GOTCHA!"

“KYA!”

A knife stuck into Arren's leg, after Leon had been patient enough with her.

"You should just obey, so you don't get hurt," said Leon, who was now madly in love. His fingers entered the girl's core roughly, while one hand was tied with a spanking rope.

"AKH!!" Arren's screams only aroused his wild passion even more. The blood flowed warmly, as did the roar of his breath. In the dark and silent night, only the sound of the bed creaking echoed in the room.

Arren, who had lost a lot of blood and was almost fainting, no longer cared about the other pain that was wracking her vital parts. She was even like a corpse that didn't make a sound. Arren didn't feel any pain at all from the injuries she had just suffered.

“Ahh… You… are so arousing…”

Once satisfied, completing his lust, Leon just left Arren lying on the bed. The girl continued to cry, groan, then fell asleep. The next morning, she didn't seem to remember anything. It's just that the pain will always be felt.