Mafia King’s Obsession Chained by Lust.
"I am not a possession to be controlled. I will never bow to your will."
Alessio’s laugh was dark and low, a sound that made my skin prickle. "Bow down?" he asked, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. "What, are you a Chinese princess now?" he taunted, his eyes glinting with amusement.
His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lip—an action that was tender yet laden with threat. "I don’t want you to bow, malyshka. I want you to fight me. I want to see you squirm under me and beg me for mercy."