All Chapters of Sex with the Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Standing behind me was Nero DeLuca with his hands in his pockets like he was casually asking about the weather. He was so tall that he towered over me, even in heels, and it made me feel intimidated. Looking at him standing, it was obvious that he worked out. He seemed to have a lean, muscular form. He looked harmless in casual slacks and a long-sleeved pull-neck shirt. But I didn’t let his calm tone fool me. He would punish me if he found the only reason I had gone to his mansion was to snoop. “I’m looking for the bathroom,” I said in an overly obnoxious tone. “Am I like…lost?” I forgot to breathe for a few seconds, thinking he had realized that I was lying to him. If he caught me, he would send me to jail for trespassing. “You’re not supposed to be here.” I knew I would get in trouble if I didn’t think fast, so I gagged and pretended I was about to vomit. I had taken acting classes in high school so I knew I was good at it. “Bathroom,” I said. “Come on.” He walked away, and

I wore a stunning floor-length gown made of pale gold satin fabric. It showed my cleavage or lack thereof since I had small breasts, and it was completely backless. The dress didn’t hug my body, but it accentuated my curves. It was scandalous enough to catch the attention of all the guests, but modest enough that people wouldn’t say I was dressed like a slut. I had my hair in a low, elegant bun, not a single strand out of place, and minimalist makeup. For the jewelry, I chose a golden back necklace that cascaded down my spine to where the backless design of the dress stopped. It went well with my golden stilettos. I walked into the ball, and all eyes were on me. They were all wondering who I was and where I came from, and I was eating it up. I had always loved attention since I was young. Besides, I was beautiful. My mother had been a model before she married my father. I had inherited most of her features, and I embraced them wholeheartedly. She would have wanted me to bask in m

I became more nervous when the clock read five minutes to eight. Nero left as soon as he told me to find a driver outside. When I came out of the bathroom, I had been shaken, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell my uncle what had happened.Would I have to sleep with Nero? Would he hit me during sex? Was BDSM sex more painful than it was pleasurable? And most of all, what was I willing to do to get to the truth?When I found myself walking towards the exit, I knew the answer—anything. My brother deserved closure, and so did I. We needed to be known as the children of a couple that taught them how beautiful love was.Not how ugly it could get.“Where are you going?” Viktor asked as he blocked my way to the exit. Three minutes were left. I couldn’t afford to be late and make a man who had put a knife to my throat angry.I was already shaken as it was, and alcohol had done nothing to ease my fear.“Not now, Viktor,” I snapped as I pulled my hand from his grasp. I immediately felt bad for s

The next morning, I got ready to go to work like everything was normal. I was a junior editor at a fashion magazine. I loved giving people fashion tips, and I had my own column in the magazine.I needed to work to earn a living.As for the contract, I hadn't decided that I was going to sign it. It was better if I left it on my bedside table. It wasn’t like I could carry it around. If people saw it, I would be embarrassed.I didn’t want to sign it. All the things inside were horrifying, which meant I had to find an excuse to tell Nero to explain why I was at his house in a disguise and hope for the best.I could find another way to find out what happened to my parents. I didn’t need to be a sex doll for the next six months for a man as ruthless as Nero.I got to work after getting my coffee at a nearby café. I worked in a cubicle with tolerable co-workers. I had only worked there for the one month I had been in New York.“Did you hear? We have a new boss.” A co-worker said. Her name wa

The urge to roll my eyes again was strong. He was very controlling, and it wasn’t even funny. I hated that he had forced me to relinquish all control over all the things we would do together.What right did he have?He didn’t even give me a chance to figure out what I would say to him. In one swift movement, he pulled me over his lap. I lay over him in such a way that my head was hanging, and he had perfect access to my ass.He pulled my skirt to my waist, and I tried to resist, but he was too strong for me.Besides, the more I thrashed against him, the more his erection pressed into my center. I stopped immediately. I hated the desire I felt at feeling that he was hard for me. I had been convinced that he wasn’t attracted to me, but he clearly was.“I can’t wait to make these cheeks red,” he said as he held my ass in his hands. I was wearing a thong, meaning there was no barrier between his hand and my ass cheeks.I blushed in both embarrassment and desire. But I wouldn’t admit to hi