The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

The morning was cold, with the sun filtering its first rays through the heavy curtains of the room. The sound of the city outside seemed distant, as if reality didn't dare enter this place. We were in a space outside of time, a refuge where every gesture and word carried a weight that I couldn't fully comprehend.

Nathan's breathing blended with mine, creating a rhythm of its own, like a melody in which I was beginning to lose myself.

"Get up," Nathan's voice sliced through the silence like a blade. His tone was cold, but there was something beneath it. I didn't exactly know what, but there was something deep and dangerous in every syllable.

The command was simple, but the way he looked at me made me feel a knot form in my stomach. I knew what he expected. I knew what he wanted from me. But still, the feeling of insecurity and anxiety settled in me like a shadow I couldn't shake.

I took a deep breath and slowly stood up, my legs shaking slightly. He watched me intently, his eyes never leaving mine, and his gaze made me feel like I was being dismantled piece by piece, as if he could read my soul.

When I stood before him, he didn't say anything; he just continued to observe me. The silence between us was heavy, as if he was waiting for some reaction. I knew something was about to happen, something I couldn't avoid. "Are you afraid?" he asked, the simple question with an intensity that made me shiver.

I wanted to say no, that I was in control, that I could handle this. But the words didn't come. I was afraid, yes, but I couldn't explain it. I didn't know if the fear was of the surrender, of what was to come, or if it was just fear of the unknown. What was Nathan to me? A man who seemed to own everything around him, including me. And while that made me feel a vulnerability I couldn't describe, there was also something intoxicating about that control.

I didn't know how far I would go, but I felt a growing force inside me, a force I couldn't ignore.

"You belong to me now," Nathan said, his tone now deeper. He took a step forward, and immediately I felt the space between us vanish. His hands slid up my waist, and he pulled me closer. His presence was suffocating, and at the same time, I felt irresistibly drawn to him.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to gather my strength. But he didn't give me time. With a firm movement, he turned me around, pressing my back against his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I could feel the heat of his body, the weight of his presence. The sensation was both comforting and terrifying. He was controlling me, and I didn't know how to react to it.

"Do you need to learn to trust me, Sophia?" he murmured in my ear, his voice a caress that pierced deep into my skin. "Trust that I know what's best for you. Trust that if you give yourself to me, you will find something you never knew you needed."

He was right about one thing: I didn't know what I was searching for. Something inside me longed for something beyond the surface of everyday life, something that would challenge my limits, something that would take me out of control, that would make me lose what I thought was myself.

"Will you give yourself to me completely?" Nathan asked, the words now filled with unspoken expectation, as though he already knew the answer, as if he had already chosen me.

I couldn't answer right away. I was submerged in a whirlwind of emotions I could barely process. It was a constant internal struggle, between fear and attraction, between doubt and desire. "Yes," finally, the word escaped my mouth like a confession, like a surrender.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathan smiled, a smile full of satisfaction and something else - something I didn't want to understand. He slowly turned me around, now facing me, and his hand rose to my neck. The touch was gentle, but enough to make my body press against his. His eyes were locked on mine, piercing, as if searching for something inside me.

"You're starting to understand, aren't you?" he asked, his voice softer now, as if making a statement, not asking a question. "The power is in your surrender. You'll learn that control is just an illusion."

I didn't know how to respond, so I remained silent, just watching him. He began to undress me with a precision almost surgical, every movement calculated, as if preparing something more something greater. I wanted to say something, but my words failed me. I was at his mercy now, and there was something seductive and terrifying in that submission.

With a firm movement, he made me lie on the bed. His eyes remained fixed on me as he slid over me, taking my space. The sensation of being dominated by him was overwhelming. I wanted to protest, to pull away, but at the same time, there was a part of me that didn't want to resist, a part that longed for this submission.

He leaned over me, his lips touching my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine. The heat of his body, the way he enveloped me, made me lose control of myself.

"Relax," he said, his words full of authority. "Let me guide you. You'll learn to obey me."

I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing. My body was in ecstasy and pain at the same time, a mixture of pleasure and fear that I couldn't process. He knew how to touch me, how to make me feel fragile, but at the same time, he made

me crave more.

He wasn't just dominating me physically. He was conquering my mind, my thoughts. Every touch, every command, made me lose my grip on who I thought I was.

"Now," he whispered, his voice low and soft, "you'll learn the true meaning of submission."