Conquered by the Mafia Boss

I bend down and grab a handful of his brown hair, and I wrench him to a sitting position.

“I wanted to visit Beatrice.”

I lower my face to his until he flinches from my closeness. “Stay the fuck away from my wife, or I’ll kill you.”

“I wasn’t trying-”

“Get the fuck out of here!”

Then I release his greasy head and turn around, burning with rage as I grab Beatrice’s arm and drag her up the steps.

“What the hell did you do?”

I throw her inside the apartment. She jumps when I slam the door.

“Who the fuck was that?”

Big blue eyes widen at me as she tugs the hem of her skirt down. The sight of long, creamy thighs distracts me for a moment.

“Paul-he was just-he wanted to see if I was okay.” Her eyes fill with tears. “You didn’t have to hurt him.”

I take another step forward, noticing that she has her hair piled up on her head. Delicate blonde wisps frame her face. It only makes her look even more fragile.

“I told you that I didn’t want to see them at my house. Ever.”

“They’re my family.”

“Your family destroyed mine. He was all I had, don’t you fucking understand that?”

My hand throbs from the beating I gave that piece of shit. Fear shines from her wide eyes. She looks as though I fucking hit her. I take a step closer and I grab the back of her delicate neck, inhaling the spicy scent of ginger.

“It’s not fair,” she breathes, her eyes squeezed shut.

I feel her breaking under my hands, shaking like a delicate bird. My fingers sweep under her chin.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Look at me.”

She obeys. I stare into her liquid blue eyes, tiny droplets clinging on her blonde eyelashes.

“I hate to break it to you, but life’s not fair.”

“You shouldn’t punish me for this-I had nothing to do with the people who killed him.”

“You’re complicit. You’re one of them.”

“They don’t care about me!”

Something inside me breaks as her eyes well up with tears and they suddenly spill over her cheeks.

“My dad never wanted me to do this. I should have listened.”

There’s a freckle on her upper lip. Blood pounds through my cock. She shakes her head.

“Maybe you should have.”

Her mouth twists into a savage snarl and she shoves my chest. “I hate you!”

I grab her flailing arm and drag her into the bedroom, where there’s a full-length mirror. I reach up into her head of hair and dig my fingers in as confusion shivers over Beatrice’s face. I watch myself, smirking, as I snake my arm around her waist to pin her to me.

“You can hate me all you want, sweetheart. God knows I love a good hate fuck.”

Then I pull her hair a little bit so that she bends over my arm, and then I kiss her soft neck, all the way down to her clavicle. “I’m pretty sure I just hate you.”

I watch my mouth spread into a smile as she squirms in my arms. “Yeah? Let’s find out how wet you are just from being held by me.”

I slide from her waist to hike up her skirt, enjoying the view of her upper thigh being exposed. Then I move my hand up her smooth skin, giving her ass a squeeze before I hook my fingers over her panties and pull them down her silky legs. They drop to her ankles and she presses her legs together.

“You broke the rules.”

Her perky ass almost demands a slap, and I quickly spank her left cheek.

“Spread your legs, or you’ll get another one.”

Breathing hard, she moves her legs an inch apart, and my finger glides around her hip and up her gorgeous thighs to slip in her wetness. Her pussy is soaked for me. My cock grows inside my slacks as I watch her face collapse.

“Yeah, I think you’re a little liar.”

She looks so fucking hot with my hand up her skirt, her breasts heaving as she grabs the arm as if to throw it off, but she can’t go through with it.

“Why-why are you doing this?”

Revenge. Fuck the MC. I’ll take one of your daughters and turn her into my dick-sucking slave. I’ll make her worship me. She’ll be mine.

“‘Cause I want you.”

I fuck her pussy, digging my fingers deep into her wet cunt as I tear off her shirt, and the sight of her topless makes my dick jump. I press her against the glass as she moans.

“I want you to look at yourself. Look how turned-on you are.”

My fingers thrust hard between her legs, and she lets out a cry. “Jack!”

“Look at yourself.”

She turns her head and looks, seeing her panting expression and me behind her. My hand squeezes each of her round tits and then I play with her hard nipples, twisting them with my fingers. She moans hard.