The Beauty and Her Dangerous Mafia Lord

Bella’s hand shook when she set the empty glass on the bar. The bartender, a tall guy named Rico with a gold tooth, grabbed it without looking up.“VIP booth already?” he asked. “Damn, girl. You just started.”She wiped her palms on the tiny skirt. “He asked for me.”Rico glanced toward the back booth and his smile dropped fast. “That’s the boss.”Bella’s stomach flipped again. “The owner?”“Yeah. Mikhail Lobanov.” Rico leaned closer, in a row voice. “Listen well. You see him on the floor? You keep your eyes down. You don’t stare. You don’t smile extra. You don’t talk unless he talks first. Got it?”She nodded even though her throat felt tight. “Got it.”Rico slid a fresh vodka across the bar. “Take it. And Bella?”“Yeah?”“Don’t call him anything but Mr. Lobanov. Not sir. Not boss. Not anything else. He hates that shit.”She picked up the glass and she felt it cold against her fingers. “Thanks, Rico.”He shrugged. “Just trying to keep you alive past midnight.”She slipped back into t

Bella pushed through the staff door at the back of the casino. Her shift was over but her hands still shook. She needed air. Just five minutes away from the noise, the lights, and the man who kept watching her like she already belonged to him.The hallway was narrow and dim. She turned left instead of right. She thought it led to the employee break room but it didn’t.Her sneakers squeaked on the clean floor. The walls were plain white with no signs. She kept walking anyway. Anything was better than standing still with Mikhail’s words still ringing in her head.She heard voices up ahead, lowly and calmly and one of them sounded like Mikhail.She slowed down and she should turn around. She knew she should, but her feet kept moving until she reached an open doorway.Inside was a small room with marble floors and no windows. It had bright lights overhead and Viktor stood by the wall with his arms crossed. Another man sat tied to a metal chair in the middle of the room. His shirt was torn

Bella stared at the phone on the floor. The screen went dark but the words stayed lit in her head. "Come home or the Lobanovs will burn everything you love."She kicked it under the bed and hard enough It skidded across the wood and hit the wall with a thunk. She pushed herself up from the door and paced the room. Three steps one way. Turn. Three steps back.The door was solid with no knob on this side but just a flat panel with a small screen next to it. She slapped it and nothing happened. She banged her fist on the door. “Let me out!”But there was no answer.She banged harder. “Mikhail! Open this door!”Still nothing. She slid down again, pulled her knees up and rocked a little.This couldn’t be real. She was locked in a room. In a casino penthouse and by a man who just killed someone right in front of her.Her cut foot throbbed from where she stepped on glass earlier but she ignored it.Minutes passed. Maybe hours. She didn’t have her phone anymore to check.And then, the door cl

Bella stayed on her knees long after Mikhail left the room. The carpet burned her skin and her thighs trembled because the words she'd said out loud still echoed in her head.I belong to Mikhail Lobabov.She hated how her voice had sounded saying it. How small and shaky it was but part of her had felt something else too. Something hot and wrong that made her squeeze her legs together. The door clicked open again and she looked up fast. Mikhail walked back in alone this time again and he'd taken off the black shirt, leaving his well-built chest bare and tattoos everywhere made of dark lines and symbols crawling over his shoulders, down his arms, and across his ribs and scars too... both old ones and new ones.He didn't speak but he just looked at her. Bella pushed herself up and her legs wobbled. "What now? What is it again?"He crossed the room in three steps and grabbed her wrists. He pulled her toward the glass doors that led to the balcony.She dug her heels in. "Wait–"But he did

Bella wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand. She lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Mikhail's arm was heavy across her waist and he was breathing even like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just fucked her again and made her come so hard she saw stars.She shifted and tried to slide out from under him.His sharp blue eyes then opened. "Where are you going?""Bathroom."He let her go and watched her walk naked across the room. She closed the door and locked it. She splashed water on her face and looked in the mirror.Her neck had fresh marks. Red from his mouth and her thighs were sticky with his cum, dripping down her legs.She hated how her body still tingled and how her clit throbbed just thinking about his fingers there. She cleaned up and wiped between her legs. The tissue came away wet and slick with her own juices mixed with his hot semen.She flushed it and washed her hands. When she came out he was sitting up, leaning against the headboard and