All Chapters of Bought For His Son; Pleasured By The Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cassandra My eyes fluttered open. My head was pounding and everything felt hazy. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t even carry my legs, not when my body felt so weak. I tried inhaling and exhaling, but it wasn’t working. Space. That was what I needed. I needed to have a whiff of fresh air —but these fucking wall wouldn’t let that happen. Not to talk of the iron gates now in front of me. It felt like it was closing in by the second. Panic surged through my veins. “Let me out.” No response. The sound of my voice echoing reminded me that I was alone…in this dark, stinky room and the walls…fuck shit! I stood up from the ground, my breathing ragged. I turned to the side, trying to push the wall that was now enclosing rapidly. But my strength was no match. “Let me out of here, you motherfuckers!” I yelled with so much urgency, yet no response. The wall was getting closer and closer, I could feel them pressing against my back, stealing my breath and then—I heard h

Cassandra. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself. For the first time since I came here, I looked okay. At least better than how I was the last time I saw myself in a mirror. The red dress clung to my body, exposing all my curves. It made me remember how I used to dress back then in New York. Every outfit was always a fashion statement. Who would have thought I'd be locked up in Italy with no freedom to move? I let out a sigh, before reaching out to the white heels beside me instead of sandals. Sandals were never my style, and a mere starvation for days wasn’t going to mess with my style. Moreover, this will show Marco that the punishment didn’t do any damage to my mental health. I slipped them on and, as expected, it looked perfect. Taking one last look at myself, I stepped out of the room. The hallway was quiet, which was awkward. It seemed like all the workers had been dispersed. So who had carried me to that room? Marco? Who nursed me? I was alread

Marco I stormed out of the room, my fists clenched, my ego bruised and rage surging through my veins. Cassandra’s audacity burned in my chest like acid. How dare she?! Humiliating me constantly in front of everyone. On a normal basis, she should have been dead by now, but I kept allowing her excesses, and it was starting to get to me. I found myself getting infuriated with every single thing she did. When she had walked into the dining room with that dress, I hated it. Hated how her cleavage was exposed. Hated how she swayed those hips of hers. Hated how she spoke so calmly with Nathan. I hated all of it. And then what did she say about my member? Called me small right in front of my guards! No one dared talk to me in that manner, but she had done that. And when I pinned her to that wall, I wanted to punish her…so badly. Turn her to the table roughly and spank her until she begs. I couldn't keep my hands to myself and ended up tugging at her panties. The way her pu***

Cassandra. “You look pale…” A familiar voice whispered, and I raised my head with a smile. “And tired…did you sleep well?” Anna asked. I chuckled. “You already know the answer to that question.” Last night I couldn’t sleep and decided to stroll, coincidentally I saw Anna and we both had a good chat until dawn. She sat down, a smile on her face. “It must be tough.” She added, handing me a cup of tea. “Thanks. I’m just trying to navigate it all. Nathan is so difficult to crack in. He is too uptight and… it’s so exhausting having to put in my best only to get insults and degrading.” “It’s not his fault though. He’s hurting.” “I already understood that, but from what? Did he get hurt by a woman? Why so much resentment and hatred?” She hesitated a bit before speaking, “It’s his father, Master.” “Marco?” She nodded. “He has this way of raising people. He doesn’t build them—he molds them, the way you’d shape a weapon to be used.” My jaw tighten

Cassandra. An hour ago. I felt hot inside. Like the temperature had incredibly increased. That almost kiss with Marco had messed so much with my head. It made me realize how long I had stayed without getting laid. I reached my room, slamming it with a loud bang, my breathing ragged as images of Marco filled my head. It was as if he were occupying every space in my head, and I hated it. Hated that I felt this way. I recalled when I had caught him that day, fucking Devika on his office table. The size of his thick cock. The way he was riding into her without mercy. My thigs clenched, I was needy. With a frustrated sigh, I collapsed on my bed. The feeling of our lips almost touching lingered, it made me wonder how it would feel to kiss him. My hands reached out underneath my skirt unintentionally, trailing towards my throbbing p****. I just needed to release this tension. That was the excuse I told myself as I slid a finger into my already soaked core. I bit