THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

MANI’S POV

I was horrified to discover that my nipples were hard as I stared as his ghastly eyes combed across my body. I had on a white t-shirt, but I still felt exposed.

I gave him a scathing look while crossing my arms over my chest to cover my breasts. He grinned at me, clearly taking pleasure in how uncomfortable I was.

This pleased him greatly.

crazy bastard!.

Everything was at his disposal. He could choose any woman. He had enough money, which spoke about his power.

“Mani,” I was snapped out of my anxious thoughts and brought back to reality when he called to me in a forceful, confident tone.

“Yes?”

“Strip.  Take off your clothes,” he commands.

What in the world? No way was he serious.

“No.  You’re absolutely bonkers if you think I’ll strip for you. “I responded and stood up, taking a defensive backward step.

“It wasn’t a request,” he said, “Mani.” His voice was commanding and patronizing.

There was absolutely no way in hell I was going to strip off and plead for his mercy-never again.

Sin sighs, rising from his desk, as the dazzling moonlight shines on him. I knew this wasn’t the time to be awed by his perfectly sculpted feature, but I couldn’t help it.

Not when his dark chocolate-coloured hair illuminated due to the light that shone on it, and for the tiniest of moments, I wished to run my fingers through it, wanting to feel the thickness against my tips. His iris almost resembled obsidian, and his black eyes were expressionless, looking much more menacing. He was beautiful-truly carved in perfection.

“Remove your clothing, Mani.” He repeated his words the second time, his voice becoming more and more stern as he said, “Don’t make me ask you again the third time.”

“I won’t do it. You said you weren’t going to force yourself on me, so have you suddenly lost faith in having me beg?” In an effort to appear brave, I growled.

“Definitely not, amore. I do intend to make you beg,” Sin replied with a brooding, anticipatory look on his face. I took a step back as he got to his feet and started walking towards me.

“Why don’t you keep to your words and let me go, then?” I issued a caution.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He kept coming near me without responding. He was obviously not going to back down, and I would soon find myself in a defensive position.

No other option was available to me. I had to find a way to get out. I was certain that he had locked me in the room with him and that I would not be able to leave until I discovered how to unlock the door.

Sin was obviously unwilling to let me go, at least not until he had his way. Which was never going to happen, not if I could help it.

He couldn’t take me against my will, that’s for sure. Never.

I took several steps backward as he proceeded to approach me, pressing my back against the door.

“Stay back.” I pleaded with him not to get any closer as my voice trembled in fear.

I shrieked in shock as his hands slammed against the wall behind me. His looks were hot and expectant, causing me to snap at him. This only made him laugh, swiftly reaching for my chin. He didn’t have a firm enough hold to bruise me, but I didn’t want him to touch me, so I did the first thing that came to me.

I raised my knee in preparation to strike him where the sun doesn’t shine, but Sin was quick to stop me. My leg was forced backward while holding onto my knees. I gasped in horror as he tightly wrenched my leg, causing me to drop to the ground and hit my knees. As I fell, my shoulders suddenly jerked, and I was certain that I would feel pain the next day.

Sin pushes me down, making sure to put a lot of pressure in the middle of my back, making every effort to free myself ineffective. It didn’t help that he was so much stronger than I was.

I shrieked as the coolness of the tile floor was felt through my lifted shirt and skirt. I was also terrified as I sensed the heat of his body advancing from behind me.

Sin’s laughter filled the room. It was a chilly sound, and I immediately realized that I could scream incessantly. Nobody was coming to my aid.

“Yes, I did say I was going to make you beg, but I never said anything about playing fair,” he said coldly, the hardness of his cock pressing against my ass. His knee slid between my legs, sending a chill through my body.

He tore my thighs open, my nipples painfully stiffening against the cold as my breasts rubbed against the frigid floor. He held me down while exploring my body with one hand and grasping the back of my neck with the other.

“Get off of me!” I screamed, feeling my bones tingle as he laughed out loud. His other hand initially moved gently, the exact opposite of how he had behaved when he had pushed me to the ground. His flesh felt like liquid heat on mine, like if he were burning me with fire.

His finger travelled up the length of my spine and across my back, taking inch after inch of my body by swiping his fingertips in one direction and out the other; it almost felt like I was being claimed by him.

He tightened his hold on the back of my neck as I writhed against the floor. Even though he was bigger, stronger, and more powerful than I was, I wouldn’t give in. He intended to take me purely out of convenience. and I couldn’t give him the benefit.

Sin’s hand slipped lower, harshly gripping my ass before he smacked it as I attempted to squirm beneath the weight of his body.

My humiliation increased as the sound echoed.

My body became still.

He had spanked me.

The stillness that followed was heavy with what that signified, like if I were some mischievous child. He had established complete and total control over the relationship between the two of us by seizing the reins of authority.

After recovering from the shock, I tried to get away from his hold, pressing up against the floor with all the strength I could muster. It was fruitless, as I didn’t move a muscle.

Sin grabbed my shoulder, flipping me over like I didn’t weigh a thing, forcing me to look into his obsidian eyes as he let out a long sigh. I growled at the triumphant expression on his face as though I were a mere waif of a girl being crushed under the weight of his body.

Like snatching candy from a baby, he had gained the upper hand.

He responded by grinding his body against mine as I fought him. In the faint light, his eyes appeared practically black, greedy, and ready to get his way with me. I immediately realized there was no way I was going to get away as he grinned and arched a chilly brow. He wouldn’t let it happen.

My pussy was directly crushed on his cock. It was pulsating, strong, and lengthy against my skin. No matter what I uttered, it was almost like a scorching promise that it would eventually sink far inside of me. even if I didn’t want it.

Having won, he was aware. He grinned more broadly, showing that he was conscious of his triumph. I remained motionless, returning his cold gaze.

As his other hand proceeded to probe my body, I gritted my teeth. His heat-producing touch scorched my skin as his fingers glided across my neck. My heartbeat quickened, almost as if it were in response to him and him alone.

My body responded as though a switch had been flipped, as my heart began to beat rapidly in my chest. Suddenly, a huge ball of heat that was a bizarre combination of embarrassed arousal and desire surged from the centre of my body.

I gently gasped as he brushed his fingertips across my clavicle, his touch a hot blaze of promise. He continued to descend, grabbing between his thumb and fingertip at my right nipple. He rolled it, first slowly and then more quickly.

Then he let it go, and I let go of the breath I had been holding secretly at the bottom of my lungs.

My heart began to race even more when he grabbed the edge of my blouse. He gave me a direct look as he began taking it off despite my struggle; my braless breasts were bare for him.

I attempted to stop him by pushing up on his chest, but it felt as though I was up against a brick wall.

“Keep your hands to your side.” Sin Commands.  “Now.”  His eyes blazed with anger.

“No!”  I snarled.

He seized my right breast with his fingers once more, but this time, he cruelly pinched it. After a few more seconds had passed in complete silence, he began to roughly twist it. I sobbed as anguish sliced across my chest. There was no ambiguity in the message: defy me, and I’ll hurt you. Fighting back the tears that were on the verge of falling, I bit my lower lip.

I obeyed because something inside of me broke. I was unable to flee or move away. No matter what I had done, he had me exactly where he wanted me, and the smile on his face was enough proof that he was very much aware of it.

Nothing I could have done would have prevented him from doing what he had decided to do.

He leaned in and gave me a kiss after I cried out in distress.

He demanded my full attention with a forceful, strong kiss. He expected me to give him everything he wanted. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, becoming caught in mine, and he ordered me to submit and give him anything he wanted.

A groan cut through my throat, but I trembled and forced it back down.

Sin massaged my skin in an almost delicate manner, placing one hand on my throat while the other played with my breasts, and I find myself kissing him back in spite of my mind’s constant need to resist.

No, I should end this! I shouldn’t cater to his touch. Yet my body kept on betraying me, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch caress my skin.

Shaking the thought off my head, I struggled against his hold, refusing to give him a claim to my body.

His dark eyes were fixed on mine as he drew his head back. If I simply caved, everything in them was loaded with the danger of violence and the promise of further pleasure.

But I was powerless to accomplish that. Without a battle, I couldn’t give in and let him get his way with me.

My eyebrows drooped as the fingers massaging my breast slid lower.

Releasing his hold on my throat, his hand that was caressing my breast dropped lower and dragged down my belly to the hem of my skirt. He seized the edge of my skirt in the same way that he did my shirt, pulling it off my body. My bare thigh was caressed by the icy air. His fingers sank lower, barely touching the material of my panties.

“Mani, I’m going to have to punish you if you don’t start being a good girl for me,” he snarled, the sound a heady blend of pleasure and eagerness. His fingers continued to float lower, touching the top of my mound.

No! No…

I wiggled against his hold, exerting every ounce of energy and adrenaline I could summon. I attempted to knee him between the legs again after hitting him straight on his face, but failed miserably.

Sin shook his head and sighed. Before I knew what was happening, he had bound my arms with a piece of my skirt and pushed them to the floor over my head.

“I’m trying not to lose my cool with you, but you just have to be so damn stubborn.” He growled. “You caused this to happen.”

“What do you mean?” I inquired fearfully. At his words, my pussy twitched, and I questioned whether whatever he was going to do to me would hurt.

“I’m going to punish you,” he stated without elaborating on what he might mean, getting a whimper from me.

He easily slipped his hand under the hem of my pants, grinning as he rubbed his fingers along the soft flesh, making sure he took possession of every square inch of my flesh with his daring fingers, moving his hand gradually till they got to the seat of my panties, and finding out my embarrassing secret.

My body had completely forsaken me. Despite the battle in my thoughts, I was drenched in arousal. I had been feeling my damp panties clinging to my skin for some time. trying my possible best to conceal it, believing that it would never reach this point, but now I was completely exposed by him.

His chuckles were dark, and his eyes locked onto mine, increasing the shame I felt.

I could no longer hide the fact that it had turned me on, and he was most certainly aware that his roughness and his need to take me-regardless of my wishes-had aroused me.