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04| Identity
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 05| Bondage
Balia was still in that position for over thirty minutes. The ropes had done a number by sinking into her skin. It hurt like crazy, and she was sure it would leave an angry mark on her skin. Her ankles felt the same way.She looked up to the four-poster bed at each corner, where the rope was attached to curved brass rods, strong enough that even her weight couldn't pull off.She was wise enough not to try to swing. It wasn't going to be to her benefit. She imagined herself turning from left to right to get the rod off. It would only make the rope sink deeper into her skin and cause her more pain.When she couldn't take it anymore, she began to whimper. Hot tears ran down the side of her face as she sobbed and weakly called out for someone to get her out of there. She wondered where the vile man had gone.Was he going to leave her here for the rest of the night? Was he going to make her his prisoner? What the hell had she gotten into tonight? She beat herself up for not apologizing wh
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 06| Protection?
“I didn't catch your name, red hair," Senna said as she caught the dress he tossed at her.Balia ignored him and walked towards the bathroom to get changed. If he wanted to know her name, he'd have done that politely over a drink or after asking her to strip for him.These were the perks of being a stripper. The bad perks. Men could make nasty comments about you, slap you in inappropriate places, and even ask for sex, and all you had to do to keep your job was grin like a fucking Cheshire cat and do whatever you were asked to.She wondered who this man was and where he had come from, making him feel he had authority over her. What had she gotten herself into?She hadn't. The universe was against her this evening because she had done nothing to warrant this harassment from this strange and devilishly handsome man. As hard as it was to admit, he was an attractive man. She knew he was older than she was, probably in his early forties. But she hated him still.When she got to the bathroom
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 07| Addicted To Oddities
The drive was a long one. They drove from the city to the more sophisticated part, which was less noisy and commercial. Here, there were large mansions, beautiful houses, and aesthetically pleasing stores. Balia distracted herself with this. She had only been to this part once when she had considered modeling as a career. Well, that didn't go as planned.All she knew about this Oriental part of the state was that it housed millionaires, billionaires, celebrities, and people who came from generational wealth, and from the looks of it, Senna belonged here. It made her wonder what he did for a living.Business tycoon? It looked like him. He looked like a rich, handsome Italian who had either come from old money or had built himself up over the years. But still, he screamed wealth.For most of the ride, he was on calls, speaking to different people and cussing them out, and this made Balia wonder what kind of working environment his employees had to survive.They finally got to a gated es
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 08| Dysfunctional Dinner
Senna kept pacing around his master bedroom as he waited for whoever the fuck was on the other side of the phone to pick up the call.He had tried calling a few times, but there was no answer. The call ended with an annoying beep, and he stifled the urge to toss his cutting-edge cell phone across the room to crash. He had been doing that lately and getting new phones every week. Now was the time to change and be fucking disciplined.Just as he was about to dial the same number, a call came in. It was from Diablo, and Senna hoped it wasn't bad news. He had been the bearer of bad news late, which wasn't what he needed on a night like this."Batista," Senna began in a terse voice. "I wasn't expecting your call.""I also wasn't planning on calling you tonight. Something's up.""And what could that be?" Senna asked as he stopped in front of his bay window. He stared down at the gardens, taking in the dusky colours as the lights surrounding the area shone warmth on them. "Marchetti. He s
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 09| Your Body, Now Mine
He was gone as soon as he said those words, leaving Balia staring at the door in shock with her fork still hanging in the air."What the hell?" She muttered to herself. Things seemed to get worse as time went on. It was barely a day, and he was ordering her around.Dread filled her as she was taken back to earlier tonight. She remembered how he had possessed her like she was a plaything. He had rough-handled her like they were enemies in her past life.She let her fork clatter to her plate, not minding if it was going to chip the edge of the ceramic plate. The food in her mouth now tasted like chalk, and the beautiful walls of the dining room looked gloomy.Tina came into the dining room with a pitcher of water. She was smiling, but it soon faded when she noticed that the dining room was quite empty."Balia, why is Senna not here?" She asked as she placed the pitcher on the dining table and picked a cup to pour for Balia. "Did he go out to pick one of his weird calls again?"Balia had
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 10| Danger
Balia slept with tears in her eyes. She had been so tired that she could barely remove her clothes right after, and when she woke up at midnight, she did the needful and threw on the tank top and shorts. It was far more comfortable than the outfit, even if it was tight.She had taken a seat by the window to think. But no tangible thoughts came in. No good thoughts, no positive thoughts. Just memories from her young days, when she used to live with her family before she was finally able to move out and find her place. She had to be harassed by perverts and married men who could not keep their eyes in one place.All her life, she had lived in misery. Having to deal with her brother, Luca, who had involved himself in illicit drug activities, had drained her of the money she had saved several times, and he always went back to the same thing. It was like he enjoyed ruining her. He always forgot that he had a sister, only remembering her when he got into a mess that could claim his life.Si
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 11| Violated Once Again
Balia's POVI was soon naked before him. I covered my arm over my chest to hide my breasts from his view. He was yet to turn back to face me. A call had come in seconds ago, and he spoke in low tones with whoever was over the phone.I felt the morning chill wash down over my body. I was annoyed that he had left me this way, like I was an exhibition or a mannequin waiting for someone to notice it and clothe it. Or otherwise.I pushed from one side of her foot to the other as I waited for him to gaze upon me finally, and when I heard his phone going to sleep, my heart lurched.He turned towards me, his eyes on mine as he drank me in. He was expressionless at first, but then his eyes began to rake down my body with painstaking slowness. I stifled a yell of frustration, digging my fingers into my palm and feeling like I could draw blood from my skin.How could a man upset me this much and make tiny waves of desire course through my veins? It was irritation, and then it was lust and attrac
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 12| Faux smiles
Balia's POVAs soon as he was done, I moved away from him with shaky legs. He didn't care if I orgasmed or not. He was a selfish man, only pursuing his own. I wished there was a way I could kill him while he was still in climax. I heard that men were the weakest at those times.But there was no way in hell I could do it. Not when Tina was around the corner. Not when his house was surrounded by guards and locked up from the inside out.My dress lay in a pile close to the bed, and I rushed towards it, picking it up as I hurried towards the bathroom. Tears flowed down my cheek as I closed the door behind me and rested my back against the door.Pushing my fist into my mouth, tears ran down my cheek. I tried hard to control my sobs from pouring out, but it was close to impossible. I couldn't. My body shook as I cried and cursed the day I decided to work at that club.I knew he had left from the sound of his door banging, and that was when the tension left my body. I stood weakly, supportin
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