SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

Ugh! I grasped her neck with clenched teeth and said, “How can you do that to me, bitch?” I roared at her face, her forehead creased into a frown, and she grabbed my hand. “Because you are my slave, now get your hands off me!” She yelled back.

“No! Just because I agreed to be your slave doesn’t mean you can treat me this way. I can get you arrested for this, you know.” I threatened.

“You can’t do that.” She yanked my hand off her neck brace and signaled her men. The men pulled me off the couch by the hand, and one of them shoved a sack over my head, I couldn’t see a thing. I felt her soft hand on my chest.

“You want to be stubborn, huh? I think I have welcomed you more than enough, now I want to show you how much of a monster I can be until you submit to me.” she starts. “Don’t ever call me a bitch again, or I will make you eat your word and call me queen.”

“You don’t have to be-” she cut in before Chris, whom I believed had entered the room when she was giving me this awful mark, and my neck was still on fire.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t come between us.” I heard her say that before the men started dragging me out of the room, not waiting for me to move.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked them as we got out of the room. They didn’t respond. I was looking at the marble floor as I was being hauled, but I couldn’t tell where I was. Then I was pushed into a room, and the door was shut behind me. I swiftly took off the sack and ran to the door. I pounded on the door.

“Open up! You can’t lock me in here!” I screamed I was fed up with her games, and I just wanted to turn her into the cops now.

“Stop shouting, the room is soundproof.” I heard Ashley’s voice behind me, and I turned around to see her standing close to the window of her room.

“W-When did you get here?” I asked her.

“It’s time for your first mission. Sit on the bed and wait for me.” She said, walking to the bathroom, “Who does she think she is to boss me around? I strolled to her nightstand, looking at the mark on my neck, it was bleeding now. I touched it, feeling pain run through my spine. I hated her even more now, even if her pussy was sweet. Every time I am around her, I can’t stop thinking about sex. What has she done to me? Does her life revolve around sex? Doesn’t she do something else? I pulled out a few tissues from the box on her nightstand and started using them to clean the blood on my neck. I’m going to make her pay for doing this to me. I heard the rumbling sound of my stomach, I had forgotten to eat because of all this mess.

A few moments later, she came out of the bathroom wearing a yellow bikini and bra and found me resting on the window, watching the night sky.

“Didn’t I ask you to sit on the bed? You should learn to obey your queen.” She said.

“You are not my queen, I am just doing this because I have no other choice, don’t think-”

“Did you forget about my rules?” she asked, strolling to the nightstand without waiting for my response. She opened the drawer and took out a gun and a hand glove. “Did you remember the way I murdered Noah? Yours would be much worse.” I started to see if there was a smile on her face, but there was none. After spending some hours with her, I thought I knew her, but I knew nothing about her; she was a monster.

“Sit on the bed and lay on your back,” she said, flaunting the gun. I scoffed at her words. “You can’t threaten me with a gun, you don’t have the guts to-” before I could finish my speech, a bullet flew past my ear. It sent cold thrills down my body. I went to the bed and lay on my back, taking a deep breath, waiting for what she wanted to do. She turned off the lights in the room and walked in the shadows toward me.

“I will do whatever I want, and you will do nothing, you are not allowed to cum too.” She said. She grasped my hands one after the other and tied them to the bed frame with a silk scarf. I couldn’t see her beautiful face in the shadows, but they did say evil girls had the prettiest faces. I felt her hand on my waist and then she dragged down my jeans, my stupid dick just stood the moment she made skin contact with me, she removed the jeans from my legs entirely and climbed the bed, the bed pressed down a little because of our weights.

I felt her hair rubbing my dick this time, and then she sat on my lap with her big round ass, making my cock rock hard. Was she trying to get me aroused and leave me the way she did this morning? I started moving my legs.

“Stay still.” She ordered. She held my cock with her oily hands and started stroking it, moving her hand up and down on my dick, from the middle to the cap. Her hand was soft and warm, and I felt a strange sensation take over my body as she continued giving me a hand job. I pursed my lips, refusing to let the moan that was at the top of my lips come out. She cupped my balls and continued stroking them, I was extremely hard, and I just wanted to put my dick on her pussy or her mouth.

“You shouldn’t have insulted me,” she said and smacked my dick. I suppressed the urge to scream.

“You are not allowed to cum.” She smacked my dick again.

The pain I felt in my dick was equal to the hatred I had for her. She spanked it again, harder this time.

“Stop!” I yelled.