All Chapters of Abducted by the Mafia King.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Lucia Moretti knew someone was following her.She first noticed the black Mercedes three blocks from the café where she had spent the last two hours grading papers. At first she told herself it was nothing. Milan was full of expensive cars that slid through the rain like sharks. The same model appeared often enough in the financial district that she had stopped counting them. But when she turned onto the quieter residential street that led to her apartment building, the Mercedes turned with her. Its headlights cut through the downpour and stayed fixed on her back.Lucia tightened her grip on the strap of her leather handbag until the seams bit into her palm. She increased her pace. The rain had grown heavier in the last ten minutes, soaking the shoulders of her coat and turning the pavement slick beneath her heels. Every step sent a small jolt of cold water up the back of her calves. She glanced over her shoulder once, then again. The car maintained the exact same distance. Not closin

Lucia did not sleep.The room they locked her in was beautiful in the way a gilded cage is beautiful, high ceilings, heavy silk curtains, a four-poster bed large enough for three people, and a bathroom of black marble and gold fixtures. None of it mattered. The windows were sealed. The door was solid oak with a lock that turned only from the outside. When she pressed her ear to it she could hear the soft shift of boots in the hallway. Two guards. Rotating every hour.She sat on the edge of the bed in the ruined blouse she had managed to button as best she could, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the wall until the first gray light of morning slipped through the curtains.Her body still remembered his hands.The ghost of his fingers on her throat. The rough squeeze of her breast. The deliberate, humiliating stroke that had left her aching and wet and furious. She hated him for it. She hated herself more for the way her pulse still jumped every time she replayed the moment he had

Lucia could not stand. Her legs refused to hold her weight. She remained draped over the dining table, cheek pressed to the polished wood, skirt bunched around her waist, bare ass and freshly claimed cunt on full display. Thick mixed fluid, her virgin blood and Damian's c*m, slid slowly down the insides of her thighs and dripped onto the floor in quiet, obscene drops. Every heartbeat sent a fresh throb of pain through the torn place between her legs. She had never felt so empty and so full at the same time. The door opened again. Damian returned without a word. He carried a black silk robe over one arm and a small white cloth in his hand. He set both on the table beside her head, then simply looked down at the mess he had made of her. "Still leaking," he observed, voice cold and detached. Good. It means I filled you properly. Lucia tried to push herself up. A sharp pain lanced through her core and she gasped, collapsing back onto her elbows. Damian's hand settled on the small of