Ruthless Devotion; Mafia's obsession

THIS BOOK IS A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO:

Graphic sexual scenes

Violence and torture

Strong language

Drug use

Psychological manipulation

Mafia-related kinks and themes

Depictions of abuse (not inflicted by the male lead)

THIS STORY EXPLORES MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS, INTENSE POWER DYNAMICS, AND COMPLEX EMOTIONAL TRAUMA. IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS WHO MAY BE SENSITIVE TO DARKER, TRIGGERING CONTENT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND AWARENESS.

IF THIS GENRE APPEALS TO YOU AND YOU'RE READY FOR AN EMOTIONAL, TWISTED, AND SLOW-BURNING JOURNEY, WELCOME, AND ENJOY THE CHAOS.

SOFIA

“If you don't let me go right now, you are only putting yourself in danger. I promise you once he finds me, he'll kill you too!”

  A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips, he looked at me like I was an idiot for just saying that.

  "You just underestimated me Princess. The only person that will be in danger is the person that's trying to hurt you. Because no one touches what is mine. You are mine princess! And I’ll always chase you, no matter where you go. Even if you run into the smallest hole in the world…"

  He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with promise. "I'll find you and fetch you out!"

  "What?" My body trembled, fear coiling around my spine like a vice. I took a step back, but he only kept coming.

  "The choice is yours, Princess." His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "Stay with me… or let’s play hide and seek."

  I swallowed hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. My body became aware of his overwhelming presence, the crisp and clean scent of him, the heat radiating from his body as he closed the distance between us, trapping me against the wall, and it dominated my senses.

  "What do you want from me? I don't deserve this" I hated how my voice sounded weak, it showed the effect he was having on me.

  I might have forgot how to breathe properly, when he raised his hand to tug the loose strand of hair on my face behind my ear. His grip on my chin had me blinking up at him as he lifted my head, forcing me to meet his gaze.

 " The world is not usually fair to people, you should know that Princess. And what you should be concerned about is what you can get from me. You need me."

  I clenched my jaw. "I can take care of myself."

  He let out a low hum, his gaze dropping to my lips for a fleeting second before returning to my eyes. "I think we both know that’s not true."

  Anger flared inside me, but before I could respond, he stepped back just enough to give me space.

  "You can walk away right now. Try to run, try to disappear."

  "Or…" He paused, waiting until I met his gaze again. "You can stay. Let me deal with your problems."

  I hated how tempting that sounded. But at the back of my mind, I knew he was lying. A man that had threatened to destroy me, a man that killed his own blood brother. What good could come from him.

  "Either way, Princess," he murmured, his voice like a dark promise, "I won't stop until you devote your body and soul to me. Not like you have a choice here"

"No-"

 I finished my sentence with a loud gasp when he suddenly wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me close, that our face was just an inch apart. The heat of his palm burnt my skin like an electric shock, as I pant for breath.

The way he held me, the way his fingers flexed ever so slightly against my pulse, sent a rush of something dark and wicked straight between my legs.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, his breath warm, teasing. My body momentarily started to shiver.

  "You feel that?" he murmured, his voice thick, decadent, and sinful. "That ache between your thighs? The way your body trembles for me?"

His grip tightened just enough to make my pulse spike. "That's your body begging for what your mouth refuses to say."

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the soft whimper threatening to escape. But he knew. He could feel the way I shuddered, the way my nails dug into his arms even as I pretended to push him away.

  "I know you're fighting it," he mused, dragging his nose along the curve of my jaw, inhaling me like I was something to be savored. "But soon, Princess, you won't. Soon, you'll beg for my hands on you. You'll spread those pretty thighs and plead for my cock."

A strangled sound slipped from my lips, humiliation and desire washing through me.

  "You can pretend all you want. But that sweet little pussy of yours?" He loosened his hold just enough for his hand to slide down, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin at the base of my throat before trailing lower, lower—stopping just above the swell of my breasts. "She’s already mine."

My nipples tightened painfully, heat flooding through me as his words dripped into my veins like poison.

And then, just as suddenly as he grabbed me, he let go.

 I staggered slightly, my body flushed, my pussy throbbing, desperate for something I refused to name.

 He smirked, watching me with dark amusement, his eyes raking over my body like he already owned it.

  "Deal with that ache, Princess, It only gets worse from here." then he walked away, leaving me standing- breathless.

Everything about this man confused me. Especially the way my body responded to his touch, regardless of how my mind warned me about him, his aura eluded danger, and every thing I should avoid.

My instinct screamed for me to run, even though he said he'd chase me. I still felt like I should run away from him.

How would it feel to run from two shadows?

One want my life

The other want my body and soul.

Which one is worse?