Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don's Obsession: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Two years ago ‘Hey kid,’ said the voice from the other side of the hostel room, in the usual mocking tone that I had come to dread. I sighed as I turned to look at my roommate, Marianne Weston. A blonde with a figure like a model’s, tall and slim, who hated me for no reason that I could fathom. Except perhaps that I was so different from her—I came from a small town and was not wealthy, perhaps? As always, she was lounging on her bed, looking like a million dollars, a cigarette dangling from her perfectly manicured hand. * Right, let me introduce myself: I’m Proserpina Martinez, from a small town named Annabel’s Run, and I had to literally scrape through to earn my scholarship to get into one of the best universities in the neighbouring big city of Charlesville. My roommate’s parents were rich, and that would be an understatement. They fawned on their beautiful, spoilt daughter, lavishing her with presents that were ridiculously expensive, which she discarded as easily as used

We entered a small cage like an elevator hidden by heavy red drapes that whisked us upstairs. All the while the man kept me imprisoned, his large hand trapping my arm painfully behind my back and I breathed shakily. I glanced fearfully at the man and his companions, with their blank faces, who were behaving as though it was normal for their boss to whisk a girl into an elevator and drag her to some unknown destination. Suddenly, we were upstairs and I blinked, completely disoriented by the change of scene. The entire corridor we had emerged into, was carpeted richly, in dull browns and maroon, the wood-panelled walls giving it a classy finish. Doors led off from the corridor but every wooden door was shut. The silence was also a sophisticated one, I thought hysterically as he dragged me along. It was entirely different from the raw, almost violent atmosphere of the large fighting club we had just left. The sights, the smells of that virile, primitive place were preferable to this co

I was dimly aware of him pulling off my dress; I heard it ripping as he impatiently jerked the zipper off. With his mouth moving over me, driving me crazy, I was barely sensible to his movements as he guided me to the richly carpeted floor. I pulled his shirt off, running my hands over his surprisingly well-muscled chest. Rising up over me on his powerful arms, he breathed heavily, shuddering as he stared at my full breasts, then he shifted, his large hands kneading, teasing, pinching my nipples... I moaned, arching towards him inspite of myself. It was as though I had no control over my body, a body that was crying to be possessed by this stranger, with his experienced hands roving all over my body, finding the soft, hidden spots that even I had been unaware of. He slipped his clever fingers inside me, making me cry out in surprise, in wonder. There was a low grunt as he felt the creamy wetness in me and I blushed as his pale grey-blue eyes blazed with passion and he captured my mo

When I got back, stumbling up the stairs and entering the room, I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I saw that my roommate, Marianne was nowhere about. I knew that I wanted out; I did not want to see her again. Like a woman in a frenzy, I packed my bags and rushed out of the room, Luckily, except for my books, I had very little by way of luggage. So by 9 am, I was in the local diner, peering at ads for rentals, or adverts seeking roommates.By the time I was on my second coffee, I was feeling exhausted and almost tearful. I had taken a hurried shower before leaving and I felt as though everyone in the room must know what I had been up to the night before. Every time I moved I felt the ache in my sex, the tenderness that filled me with a longing which I clamped down with haste. But I knew I was wildly, uncontrollably attracted by the man who had claimed my body the previous night.Although all I knew was that he worked at the Minotaur, the meanest Fight Club in town, and his name w

I shrank back in distress, trying to come to terms with this bolt from the blue; also trying hard to hide behind burly Jazz as Lucien Delano began to speak.That heartbreakingly familiar voice from that single night of passion, raspy and gruff, thanked the people who had turned up to wish him well. He made a joke, and everyone roared with laughter, but I wasn't listening; something about an injury while “f*cking a woman” which had somehow led to his being hurt in the leg, which was why he was limping. At any other time, I would have winced at his derogatory words regarding the woman but I was too traumatised to think lucidly. The drumming of the blood in my ears shut out all the sounds around me.He can't see me, I told myself, and I peeked from behind Jazz. With a shock, I realised that I was hungry to catch a glimpse of him. Of those wide shoulders and the powerful, muscled chest, of that hard, square chin with a dimple…And with it came the thought swift and painful, was he married