บททั้งหมดของ 60 Days To Seduce The Mafia King : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Sophia's POV.I was shocked when his hands wrapped around me. I wasn't supposed to be hugging him either, but I was overwhelmed with emotions.I stopped crying for a moment, and looked up at him, "Did you just hug me back?"His eyes deemed slightly, as if he'd realized an error."That wasn't a hug. I just wanted you to stop crying," He responded, his voice holding a strain of warmth in it. I couldn't tell if Alessandro was showing me another side of himself, or if I was just imagining things. "You wanted me to stop crying?" I repeated, a bit shocked. "Stop giving me that look," He snapped. "I don't care if you cry from now until the second coming of Christ. I hate it when people whine. I just wanted you to shut it!" His tone was harsh.I felt offended by his response especially since it was his fault, I almost got killed. But part of me wanted to believe that he comforted me because there was still a bit of humanity in him.I wanted to thank him for still coming to save me. He cou

Sophia's POV.I had been standing in front of the mirror a while after crying for hours on my bed. The bold fingerprints on my asscheeks and sting that came with them caused more tears to form in my eyes."He's a devil," I sniffed, wiping away the tears that fell. "How could he do that to me?"I had never been spanked before, not even my father. How could he smack me so much?But that wasn't the worse part of the whole ordeal. The fact that i had an orgasm was terrible.How could I have such a throbbing orgasm in such a situation?"Sophia, what is happening to you?" I whispered to myself. "Why did you come? What does he think of you now?"He must see me as some desperate bitch, relishing the pain he inflicted. I should really hate him for hurting me, but deep down, I knew I wasn't hurt.I enjoyed every bit of it, there was this rush of heat in me when he smacked me for disrespecting him. Damn! My clit was throbbing at the thought of that moment."I'm so confused," I sighed. "I have to

Alessandro's POV. His grip tightened around my neck, and I could feel the air thinning in my lungs.Ale...ssandro,"I choked, tears slipping down my cheeks."How dare you..." He growled, blood splashing from his mouth. "You poisoned me."More tears filled my eyes at his words. I hadn't poisoned him. I only prepared the meal because Mary said it was his favorite. I was a bit excited while preparing it. I thought he loved it when he started eating, but then he kept vomiting blood."I...didn't poisoned you," I tried to cry out, but his hands choked me harder."You're lying..." He gasped, his words broken by ragged breaths. "If I'm going to die, you're dying with me."His grip tightened further, lifting me above my feet. I couldn't breathe. Every attempt to pry his hand away failed. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. Was this how I was going to die, without seeing my father again? Suddenly, he released me, and I collapsed to the floor, coughing violently as I rubbed my hand around my neck

Sophia's POV.The only response I got was my echoing voice in the room."Alessandro," I cried softly, banging my hand on the door.I glanced around the room and could tell that it was empty. The way my voice echoed made it obvious, and when I attempted to walk around, there were no obstructions like furniture."I already told him the truth. Why does he keep punishing me like this?" I cried, running my fingers along the wall.The wall felt decayed, I could feel bits of debris."There's no window here," I murmured, clutching my chest. "How am I going to breathe when the oxygen runs out? I thought Mary was going to talk to him.""Why has he done worse to me?" I questioned, my heart sinking to my stomach. "If he's doing this to me, does that mean he has hurt my father too?""No," I panicked, rushing back to the door. I began pounding my fists on it, but it wouldn't open. "Alessandro, please...open the door," I begged."I can't stay here. Please stop doing this to me," I sobbed, my heart a

Alessandro's POV.I got to my room, but I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. Anything concerning Sophia refused to release its hold on my mind. I kept trying to convince myself, over and over, that I wasn't wrong in punishing her. But a part of me kept doubting it.She seemed almost too innocent, too naive, to attempt poisoning me. Besides, it would have been a foolish move, with so many risks involved. Why would she take such a risk?And where did she even get the poison she supposedly used? She was visibly shaken by what had happened with Micheal's men. I had saved her, and she'd seemed genuinely grateful until she had to ruin it with that sharp little mouth of hers.Poisoning me somewhat made no sense, but no one else had entered the kitchen when she was there. I even recalled her mentioning something about allergies, but I hadn't taken the time to verify anything with my doctor after hearing it was food poisoning. I simply dismissed him."Fuck!" I cursed,