All Chapters of Claimed By The Syndicate: The Mafia Heir's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SERENA“You were at my mother’s funeral.” I simply state. “Yes.”His voice is deep and smooth, not matching the rest of him. Everything else about him seems rough and jagged. His jaw sharp, his cheekbones angular, and his lips pressed firmly into a tight line. He’s handsome in a devilish way, he could even be a model I’m sure. I can tell that he’s older than me as he has this air of maturity about him, but I’m not sure how old since he has no fine lines around his eyes, only a permanent scowl between them.I wonder if this man has smiled a day in his life.“Serena.” My father draws my attention back to him. “I need you to sign right here.”He pushes a piece of paper across the mahogany desk and passes me a pen.“What is this?” I look down at the document but can’t make out any of the words.“Just sign it,” my father orders, his tone harsh. Cruelty isn’t something my father has ever shown me, and I can see he’s struggling even right now with how to act. He’s never been a great father,

DANTE“Home.”She wraps her slender arms around her torso like she is hugging herself before turning away from me again to stare out of the window. Her small body trembles, and I can make out goosebumps on her creamy smooth skin.“Turn up the heat, Aleksei.” “Got it, boss.”For the rest of the drive home, we sit silently—only the engine’s sound and the occasional sob filling the cab.By the time we pull to the compound, I’m sweating profusely under my three-piece suit. Aleksei must have turned up the heat to well over a hundred degrees. As soon as Aleksei opens the door, I slip out of the car.The fresh air cools me, and I inhale a harsh breath into my lungs. Turning around, I’m prepared for a fight, or at least a struggle and am pleasantly surprised to find Serena sitting on the edge of the seat waiting to get out.Maybe this won’t be as hard as I had assumed it would be.Eyes cast down, she wrings her hands in her lap nervously. Sliding off the seat, her small feet press against th

DANTEI can’t believe she scratched me. Like an angry little kitten, she showed me her claws. She is a fighter, and I like it. I like how she stands up to me even when she is scared shitless like I know she is right now. She might be frightened, but her instincts still tell her tofight, and that fight is exactly what I need.Her slim body is shaking beneath me. Her chest rising and falling so rapidly, I think she might be hyperventilating. Leaning down, I let my face hover a few inches above hers. Close enough for me to feel her breath on my skin and for me to inhale her scent into my lungs. Coconut and something exotic, like a tropical island. It’s intoxicating.Her emerald green eyes bleed into mine, an ocean of emotions reflecting back at me. She’s vulnerable, so delicate, but she didn’t act that way. Not until now. Her eyes fall shut in defeat, and she turns her head away from me. I lean down further and let my lips descend on her exposed neck. I can feel the blood rushing thr

SERENA“A month from now, you will become my wife, and then you will be completely mine. In the time leading up to that, I want your complete submission. You will listen to me and trust me without question.”Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away, fisting the sheets a little tighter. Tears are a weakness, and I don’t want him to see how weak I am, how weak I feel. My chest tightens, and anger rips through me.Why would my father give me to this man? Why would he let him take me without right or reason? This isn’t how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be given to a man that would keep me safe, that wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t expect love or even to be equal to my future husband, but I didn’t expect to become a rug beneath his feet either.“Let’s see how well you listen.” He claps his hands together and walks over to the bed. “I want you to get up and take a shower.”My mind is racing. There has to be a way out of this, but I have nothing to barter, nothing but my body which h

DANTEAfter watching her shower and staring at her perfect body covered in soap, it was hard for me to walk away and leave her in that room without fucking her—the heavy swell of her breasts, her smooth belly, and shapely thighs. I didn’t get the best look at her pussy, but thatwas okay. Soon enough, I wouldn’t just be getting a look at it, I would be fucking it.I playback in my mind the way she trembled and reacted to me as I dried her off. She wasn’t sure if I was going to hurt her or nurture her, and that was right where I wanted her, straddling the line of fear, anticipating my next move at all times. I want her to crave my touch and want me, but I also need her to obey me, and the best way for that is fear.I would never actually harm her physically, but she doesn’t know that. Some well-placed threats should be enough to keep her in line, and if not, I have an arsenal of punishments that will teach her without actually harming her.If she behaves, I will reward her. If she dis