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Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord Going somewhere
A sleepy groan slipped out Jasira's mouth as she pulled the comforter up her head, she made a mental note to close the window blind the next time. Oh! there won't be a next time. She sprangled up from the bed immediately at the thought, today was her second day here and it had felt like centuries already. She pushed the comforter away only to notice she was still in her towel, every part of her body heat up as the memory flooded her head. They took up space in her head showing her all the embarrassing she did yesterday. She begged! She freaking begged for his touch, for his sinful hand to dominate all of her body. This was dangerous, she was supposed to hate him, everything about him especially his hands. This freaking manor was dangerous, everything about the high white manor was destructive for her tiny self. She scurried down the bed and walked lazily towards the ensuite that was bigger than the one at her formal house, it was bigger and finer but it doesn't
Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord Trapped
"Going somewhere." The chill voice resounded through her head. She knew the voice too well but she still prayed it was not the one she knew as she slowly took a right turn and her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged out. She could easily mark out the face in the darkness, he was visible to her like in the broad day. "Huh?" He asked pulling away from the wall he lounged on, he knew it! He knew she would try to escape that was why he kept a mini camera and tracker on the hairband he wore for her in the morning His instinct was never wrong, one of the multiple skills he had that got him to where he was today. "Seems like you failed to plan very well." He smirked going towards her in heavy steps, he wasn't shocked when she started moving back at his every step toward her. "Or you can never plan well because I'm smarter than you." "And I own you!" He added darkly. Jasira was too stunned to speak, she only want to get out of his sight, and run away from his life.
Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord Do it for me
It had been hours or even days she have been retained here. She had lost track of time, she didn't know how long she had been held here in capture without food and a little water. The skin on her wrist kept tearing their self from the tight cuffed. Her shoulders hurt from being twisted in the wrong direction for so long that she fear that her joint hasn't dislocated from each other. The pain was less compared to the fact that she hadn't seen her capturer but she would admit that she love it. She was not ready to meet him, she didn't want to face the devil yet. She can't stare at the darkness in his eyes and she can't withstand the horror atmosphere that filled anywhere he was. Her stomach rumbled due to hunger and a weak groan left her mouth before she threw her head back. Her eyes felt dizzy with stars blurring her sight, she could faint from the hunger that she was feeling now. She shifted uncomfortably on the chair which almost result in her falling to the ground b
Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord What is happening
The loud and aggressive opening of the door hauled Jasira up in her sleep. She squinted her eyes adjusting them to the illuminated figure that was trodding heavily toward her. It was the same guy that kept her here, she went still on her chair when he stood in her front towering over her with his huge figure. Why are Alejandro's men so huge and tall? She left the thought when she saw him crouching down to her level and grabbing the chair leg. Is he going to tie her again? She panic but immediately tried to jerk away when she felt his cold touch on her ankle, he held her in place as he uncuffed her right leg and then her left. She stared at him dumbfounded. "What... what are you doing?" She stammered wiggling on the chair. "Shut up, bitch." He spat and Jasira didn't know when a scoff left her mouth. She could accept any insults but not one from a manwhore or a puppet following his master. "I'm not a bitch." She retorted rudely. The guy glanced up and let
Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord There are rules, baby girl
"What are you doing here?" Jasira didn't know how her legs suddenly stopped moving and her breath started to fail her, her new oxygen was filled with the new intoxicating scent that was making her gasp for breath. She clasped her sweaty finger together and slowly turned to her intruder. "I asked a question." He reminded icily, his cold voice cutting deep into her skin. His eyes roamed around her and notice that she was looking paler than In the morning and her wounds seemed treated even though it was not plastered. "Ammm...huh." He watched intensively as she stammered rubbing her thumb together. He decided to let her continue her drama without rushing her. He shouldn't spare her for being in the control room, the cameras are being watched here and any intruder could penetrate through them here. "I was... finding my way to the kitchen and I end up getting lost." Her words threw him out of his thought and he glanced away from the screen back to her. "I swe
Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord Apologizing with your body
Trigger chapter."You apologize or appreciate with your body in this room." "Your back spread on my bed as my cock pumps into your juicy pot and your scream vibrates through the room." "Now that got me curious, are you juicy? Does your pussy spasm out tasty juice?" His rough voice seeped into her head and all part of her body, she was melted by his words and she didn't know when she clutched her legs together, sweats prickling down her back as she rubbed her sweaty palm together. She attempted to step back from his grasp but Alejandro shoot his hand out and slammed her body to his. "You want it, don't you?" His musky voice came out barely above a whisper which made her skin tingle. She knew her mind hated this but her body was disagreeing with her, every inch of her body want his touch. She was his sinful hand to cover up her skin. Playing with danger was her thing and she knew the dangerous game she was about to embark on was risky but right now, her brain w
Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord My branded slut
A banging headache woke Jasira up, she laid down on the bed with sore legs and weak breathing while staring at the white ceiling. Her headache intensified and she groaned lightly pulling the duvet away from her body. She blinked her heavy eyelid. Even after having a warm bath yesterday and taking a painkiller, every inch of her body still hurt. The memories of yesterday flowed to her head and she hissed blocking them out. Even though that was good sex, it was not made for her body. She didn't know if she could stood up. The cracking of the bed mixed with her groan filled every corner of the room as she climbed out of the bed. Her legs staggered and she quickly grabbed the headboard for support and left it after balancing on the ground. She walked wobbly to the bathroom without lifting her legs off the floor. She stripped out of the pajama she managed to put on yesterday. After dumping the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, she stood under the shower. She
Slave To The Ruthless Mafia Lord Getting on my knees for the devil
Jasira fleed up from the ground not tending to her scratched palm, she dashed toward the main manor neglecting the weird looks she was getting from the maids loitering around the manor. She was very sure Alejandro saw her when she peeked inside the room but till she reached her room, there were no signs of him. She slammed the door to her room shut, twisted the keys to lock it, and still turned down the doorknob to be sure the door was locked. She pant heavily behind the door before she walked wobbly to her bed. She sat on the bed with her knees drawled up to her chest rocking herself front and backward. She trembled remembering the gory scene she saw earlier. A bloody t-shirt man was tied to a chair. She can't even identify him because of the blood stain on his face the only thing she recognized was that he had long black hair that covered half of his face. A driller was in his knees and his cries filled the room. His gloves were bloody and his boot was mess with blood
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