The Mafia's mistress (His temptation)

I always knew my mother didn’t love me. Even as a small child, I could feel it. Other kids had mothers who held their hands, who smiled and laughed with them. But my mother barely looked at me, and when she did, her eyes were hard, as if she resented me just for being there.I didn’t understand why, not at first. But as I grew older, I started to understand the things she whispered to herself late at night, when she thought I was asleep. “If only I hadn’t gotten pregnant,” she’d say, her voice bitter, “my life wouldn’t be like this.” I didn’t like hearing those words, but deep down, I knew she blamed me for everything that had gone wrong in her life.My mother got pregnant with me out of wedlock, and my father didn’t want a baby. I don’t remember him; I’ve never even seen a picture of him. He left before I was born, long before I ever had a chance to meet him. I used to wonder if he thought about me, if he ever felt bad about leaving us. But I don’t think he did. To him, I was a mista

But instead of pity, Aurora’s pleas only seemed to excite Damian more. His smile grew, a dark gleam in his eyes. “Your innocence is what I paid for, little one,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Now, stand up and let me see what I bought.”Aurora’s heart pounded as she clutched the dress to her chest, the thin fabric barely covering her shaking body. She knew she had no choice but to obey, so she slowly rose to her feet. Each step she took backward only brought Damian closer, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. She could feel his breath on her neck, smell the faint scent of whiskey. He reached out, his hand brushing her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine.“Slowly,” he said in a dark whisper that felt like it wrapped around her. “I want to savor this.”Aurora swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she started to unbutton the dress. The fabric slid down, leaving her body bare in the cold air. She tried to keep her eyes on the floor, not wanting to see the hunger in his stare,

"Please," Aurora whispered, her voice shaking. "Please don't do this."Damian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. His voice was mocking as he spoke. "Do you know you're killing my urge?" he asked, a dark laugh escaping his lips.Aurora’s heart raced as his hand moved to her neck, pushing her back against the cold marble wall. Her towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor in a pool of fabric, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in front of him. Damian’s eyes were hungry, devouring her every move. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the way his body seemed to tower over hers, pressing against her. His arousal was clear, and it made her stomach turn. He was enjoying her fear, feeding off it.Damian leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against her damp skin. He inhaled deeply, his voice low and dark as he spoke. "You smell so sweet," he murmured, the words sending a chill down her spine. "But not sweet enough to satisfy me."His hand moved down her body

Miss Catherine's expression remained unchanged, her eyes narrowing slightly as she approached Aurora. "Your mother sold you," she said, her voice without no emotion. "You have no say in what happens to you now."Aurora felt anger boiling inside of her , her fear was forgotten. "My mother didn't sell me," she said. "She abandoned me!"and you have no right to remind me of that ma'am.Miss Catherine's eyes went cold, her hand landing on Aurora's cheek with a sharp slap. "Your mother did what she had to," she hissed. "Now, you will do what you're told, or you will wish you were never born."The other girls had stopped laughing, watching what was happening with a mix of pity and fear. Aurora's cheek stung, the imprint of the woman's hand was on Aurora's cheek. She felt anger and humiliation, her eyes flashing with hatred. "What happens to girls like me?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Do they just... disappear?"Miss Catherine's smile was cold and cruel. "Some do," she said, her eyes l

Luna looked at Aurora with teary eyes, feeling both desperate and hopeful. "But the master has men everywhere. If they catch us..." she whispered, her voice shaking. Aurora felt scared about their situation. The mafia was powerful, and trying to escape could get them killed. But she couldn’t let Luna’s fear take away her hope. "We'll be careful," she promised, trying to sound strong. "We'll find a way."Aurora remembered Miss Catherine's words: 'You're new, you don't know who Lily is.' She wondered if Lily could help them or if she would be against them. She thought that making friends with the other girls might be strange, but if it helped them survive, she was willing to try.Aurora looked at Luna, feeling sad for her. "Come on," she said softly, helping Luna stand up. "You need to wash up and rest." They walked to the bathroom, the cold floor uncomfortable under Aurora's feet. She turned on the shower, and the sound of water was a little comforting in the quiet room. She helped L