TWIST ME, MR. MOBSTER

I could’ve just stayed at home instead of going out listening to my best friend, things wouldn’t have happened like this.

That night his body was on top of mine and I didn’t object either, actually I was the one who took the initiative to begin with.

“I want to hear you moan, remove your hands.” his horny voice got stuck in my ear as I covered my mouth to suppress my whimpers when he laid his hands on my bare body ripping my clothes apart.

It was his scent that was making me crazy, it was just a one-night stand for me as I've had a series of heartbreaks and wouldn’t want to fall in love again. Our bodies collided and a sly smile escaped from his mouth curving his lips, he was hungry and it would be better if this sex doesn’t have a meaning for him either.

But who knew, I've left an impression on this bastard. I could see him losing his mind as his lips landed on mine but it’s just sex, right?

“Fuck, you make me crazy” the devil spoke again and I could feel the heat reaching up to my face.

I expect him not to fall for me, it’s just a one-night stand. That’s what I thought until I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It was all my fault, for kissing him first as now he was obsessed over me. I just slept with him, but he had the power to manipulate everyone and kidnapped me keeping me trapped in these four walls.

I wanted to live happily but now I'm locked in this room which gives me nothing but tears.

That dirty night took my everything, when I wanted to have a fling for the first time and won’t get serious about anyone anymore, he occupied my mind.  

If only I knew I was sleeping with a mafia, I would’ve backed off immediately running from that place. But his huge well-formed physique was on top of my body which made my heart pound not leaving any space to question my decision once.

I reached home and realized that my mother sold me to someone and ordered me to marry a stranger while I just had sex with a guy whom I can never forget about.

I was an average girl who got stuck in the mafia world and can’t see any way out of it until I accept him as my lover. But I couldn’t as this wasn’t right.

He treated me like an object by trading me and I can’t let my morals down for a jerk. I wouldn’t deny the fact that I've have feelings for him, but I’ll bury them deep down.

He was the one with brown eyes, milky white skin and a huge gummy smile which made my heart flutter every time our eyes met. But I couldn’t walk over my dignity falling for a man who lives under bullets and also treats people like objects.

He had no sign of humanity and that gave me enough reason to stop my heart’s rapid beating. But is it possible to stay sane with his charms?

I wanted to hate him for putting me in such a situation but my heart didn’t follow. I wanted him but was forced, I'm doomed.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: -

This novel contains consensual sexual description, violence, death, toxicity, swearing, mentions of guns, blood and drugs etc.

Just because a character has opinions and actions, doesn’t mean the author agrees with it.

It is a fictional and a romance-mafia novel, with 18+ maturity.

Hope you’ll find this story worth your time and I would appreciate your support. Thank you.

AUTHOR: - V

MAIN CHARACTERS: -

Sarah Bert-

Age- 22.

A second-year college student and a part-time worker.

Kind, sympathetic and loves helping others.

Falls in love easily.

Hates violence.

Bible Holding-

Age- 25.

Mafia and manages his brother’s business.

Trustworthy, rude and has guilty conscience.

Playboy and doesn’t attach feelings towards anyone easily.

Loves violence.