Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride
“You make me feel things I don’t understand. You touch me, punish me, deny me, and then…”
"I expect you to obey my instructions," I cut her off, my voice hard as steel. "Every. Single. One. Of. Them. When I tell you not to touch yourself, you don't fucking touch yourself. When I tell you to rest, you rest. Your body answers to me now, Gianna. Only me."
She looked at me with those damn eyes that saw too much, challenged too much. "And now I've disobeyed." There was that defiance again, testing me, pushing me. "So what will you do? Put me back on that thing? Torture me some more?"
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