The Mafia’s Captive

"Strip,” he said calmly.

I fidgeted with my hands, staring at the floor to avoid his icy gaze. He made it sound so simple, like a casual request.

He crossed his legs and rested his hand on his knee. He smirked. He was having fun watching me broken and helpless. “Don’t test my patience. I can assure you that you won’t like it when I get angry,” he said coldly.

I sobbed and covered my mouth. I felt insulted and humiliated. “Please… Please.. Just—” He took a quick stride and grabbed my hair. I whimpered as pain shot through my scalp.

He yanked my head back until I met his frigid eyes. “Listen to me. You do whatever I want, or…” He pulled a gun from his back pocket and pressed its barrel under my chin. I flinched, and his grip tightened. “Or you die. Understand?”

I nodded and more tears dropped.

He smiled—a twisted, satisfied curve of his lips—and patted my hair. “Good. Be a good pet, then. Okay?”

I gave a quick nod and my body relaxed when he placed his gun into his pocket and walked back to the grand king-size bed. He sat down comfortably and watched me kneeling before him.

“Now Strip.” He commanded.

I slowly stood up, my eyes concentrating on the floor. I reached the zipper of my black silk dress and slid it down. Shame burned through me as the fabric slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet. The air bit at my skin, and I shuddered, crossing my arms over my chest. When I dared to glance up, his dark eyes were still fixed on me, hungry for more.

All that remained was my lacy bra and panties. I reached for the hook of my bra, but paused as I touched it. I shivered in humiliation. I couldn’t. I couldn’t bare myself to him.

My knees buckled and I fell to the floor. I pulled my legs to my chest, hugging them tightly, and buried my face against my knees. Quiet sobs shook me as my life flashed before my eyes—so different from this nightmare. Yet here I was, a victim.

He watched me sob, half-stripped and broken, and his smirk widened into something wicked. “Spread your legs and pleasure yourself.”

“I… I can’t,” I whispered, my voice cracking, hoarse from crying.

In an instant, he was before me. He raised my head with the tip of his gun. Its coldness frightened me. “I don’t wait, little doll. Do it now or I’ll make you!”

PART 1:

‘I am a Victim.’

One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the cruelest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure.

And in twisted ways...

I got to like it.

WARNING: This story contains strong language and Mature Content such as Kidnapping and Murder. It isn’t suitable for readers below 18 years of age.

Part One of the BONDAGE SERIES.

DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.