บททั้งหมดของ I Will Own You: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Note to readersThis is a Mafia Dark Romance story and it is strongly rated 18. It contains mature themes and emotionally intense content, but you will be notified at the beginning of each chapter if there are any specific trigger warnings.PS: This story is for the girls who love their men, obsessed, possessive, and just a little bit unhinged.With love, Anne Bodeen.***Natasha fidgeted on her seat as her fiancé, Charlie, drove down the tarred, dusty highway. They had been on the road for about an hour. He was irritable and kept muttering under his breath. The hot weather didn't help. And to make it worse, the air conditioner was bad. So even with the windows down, the heat was overwhelming. Natasha tried all she could to sit still, but her thighs were sweaty and itchy. Her gown kept riding up her laps, and she had to keep pulling it down. "For fuck's sake, STOP FIDGETING!" Charlie snapped suddenly. "You're making it hard for me to concentrate.""I'm sorry, Charlie. It's just my

For the first time in her entire life, Natasha didn't think of Charlie. She didn't care what he would do if he found out. For the first time, she wanted to rebel. Leonard climbed into the bed, his movements slow and predatory. He grabbed her feet and pulled her towards him until he was positioned between her thighs. "You’re a sweet girl, Natasha," he rasped. "And I respect you. But for the next few minutes, it’s going to look like I don’t." He ran a finger up her wet slit, causing her to shudder with need. "Do you understand me?" She nodded frantically. "Yes, Mr. Masseria." He slapped his finger on her cunt, shutting her up. "So wet... such good pussy wasted on Charlie." He pushed a finger through her folds and rubbed against her inner walls. She clamped hard around him, pulsing around his finger like a heartbeat. "So goddamn tight," he growled. "Why's a good girl like you wasting your existence over a man who doesn't give a fuck about you?" "I..." her voice trailed off

The smell of stale beer and expensive liquor in the Obsidian Cave had always been a comfort. But tonight, it felt like a cage to Natasha. A week had passed since the incident at Leonard's home. A week since he had taught her body a language it had never spoken before, a week since he had saved her from the chaos, only to vanish into the shadows.Now, she was back to scrubbing counters and serving drinks to entitled businessmen, trying to get back to her simple life where she worked in a bar as a hostess. But her skin still prickled with the ghost of Leonard's touch.That evening, she stood by the liquor shelves, staring blankly at a bottle of scotch. Her core pulsed and throbbed with a restless, demanding ache that no amount of work could soothe.Why hadn't he come back? He vowed to find her, but apart from that split second she saw him outside the police station a week ago, there had been no other sign of him.Was she just a toy he'd discarded? Had he forgotten about her? The questi