She Belongs to the Mafia King

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

My body was utterly and completely drained of energy when I woke up. My head is throbbing, and my eyes are itchy.

Although I feel the comfort of the bed on my back, making me want to stretch out my arms so I can get more comfortable, the thing is, I can't move them. I look up, and they are handcuffed to the headboard. I sat up, feeling a soft fabric beneath me, and tried to put the pieces together, but the colour drained from my face. I was caught. I was dumbfounded. I thought I had planned it all well, but I guess not.

I'm so stupid, I mentally yell at myself. Of course, he would be two steps ahead of me.

I tried to shake the chains back and forth, but that only made my wrists hurt. Thankfully, my legs were not tied.

I keep wriggling my hand, the clinks of the headboard against the metal cuffs intensifying.

"I suggest you stop that, unless you want to hurt yourself by slicing your skin open." A deep voice erupted from the room, urging me to snap my head around and look for the source. only to see Sin casually sitting on a couch in the room, his hands on each side of the seat and a glass of drink in hand.

I opened my mouth to talk, but he interrupted me, saying, "Don't even try to talk; all you need to do is listen." He hisses, and I swallow the ball of nerves forming in my throat.

"You have no idea how angry I am at you, Normani. You thought you could fucking deceive me and run away from me." He spits in rage, his eyes on me, and I eyed him in fear.

"When will you get it into that thick skull of yours that you're mine?. How many times are you going to make an attempt to escape before you realize that you belong to me?" He asked angrily and stood up to walk toward the bed before stopping at the foot of it. Fisting his hand in rage as I struggled to move, he simply stared at me for a brief moment before aggressively smashing the glass of drink on the floor.

My body shook, and I started to move backward until my back hit the bed board, watching him come forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair in his fingers.

"You stupid little girl, you tried to cross a man like me." With a thud, he slapped me hard on my right cheek, and before I could react, one more strike landed on my cheek. I sobbed hard. My hair was again in his rigid clutch.

Heat and anger radiated from his face, and he was too close for my liking.

I cried out. I kept my eyes cast down on the floor, fearing what he might do next.

"Look at me," his steely voice commanded calmly, but I knew better. I remained motionless. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, so my eyes strained on the white marble floor.

His hand grabbed my chin and made me look at his angry eyes. "When I tell you to do something, you do it." Understand. " He said.

I looked at his handsome face, and I felt fear and pain numb as fury rose in me.

"Open your fucking mouth and answer me, Mani." He spoke calmly, but his body shook tremendously due to anger.

"No, I won't," I spat out. There was no way I was listening to this monster. I'd rather die than obey him.

He stared down at me before handing me another hard slap. I blacked out for a second. I couldn't use my hands to relieve my sore cheek, which was throbbing in pain due to being chained to the headboard.

He clutched my neck in a tight grip and smashed my head behind the headboard. I screamed when my head started to throb badly.

"But I must admit, seeing you all tired and helpless makes me compelled to do a lot more things to you." He states casually, "The struggle you're putting on right now is turning me on to the point where I don't think I can restrain myself," he adds.

Hovering over me, he runs his fingers up and down my hips, making me fudge in his hold. He slowly lowers his face, bringing it close to mine. I shivered at his touch.

" p... Please, stop". I sigh in defeat. I can't push him off, and he's got all the power now, seeing as I am chained to the bed. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

His hand touched my breast, making me moan unintentionally. "I love how you react to my touch. I'm the only man who will make you feel this way for the rest of your life. No, I mean our lives," he said.

"Now let's try this again. Shall we?" He asked calmly, his grip on my neck cutting off my oxygen supply. "So what's it going to be, little temptress?"

I kept moving my body, trying to release his death grip, which only tightened.

"fuck you." I managed to cry out.

He smirked at me before releasing the grip on my throat. I took in gulps of air greedily before he trapped my hair again. I glared at him, which only made him chuckle softly. I tried using my legs to kick him off as hard as I could.

Without any remorse, he grabbed my legs and pulled them down hard, making me cry out in pain. He just stood there, towering over me, as i whimper in agony. I struggled to sit up, but he used his hands to pull me back down. His hands pressed down on my stomach, applying enough pressure to cause a bruise.

"I will never stop looking for a way to escape you," I cried out in a struggle, but all I got from him was a devilish smirk.

"I see. Then you have no problem if I take Stephanie. She would be the perfect person to taste out my new torture tools." My heart drops as soon as he says those words.

"No," I begged, his finger running across my cheek as I closed my eyes.

"What about your aunt Sera? I can't seem to pick between the two, so why not both?" He playfully suggests, and I feel tears forming in my eyes. He can't kill them, and I won't let it happen.

"You can't do this," I cry out, trying to pry his hands off me.

"Don't cry, angel. You can easily fix this. All you have to say is that you're mine, and you'll have a great life." He wipes away my tears and says, "I'm the only man who'll get the chance to make love to you, touch you, kiss you, and worship you. I want to consume every thought in your mind. I want to be the only person you think about every day. I want you to feel lonely when I'm not around, as you beg me to please you." He adds in a dangerous whisper against my ear, then bites my earlobe.

He inches closer, closing the space between us. "I want you....," he declares, his pupils dilating, "in every way."

"Why?" I sobbed quietly.

"Because you belong to me, I own you," he said, tucking a strain of my hair behind my ear.

"You are crazy, you monster," I screamed out, tears dripping from my eyes.

"I have been called far worse." I tried not to cry, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

He brought his hand down to my neck, grabbing it gently. With his eyes showing how much he wanted me, he slightly touched my blouse. slowly but firmly, from my collarbone down to my breast. He took his sweet time circling my hidden nipples, knowing their correct position.

My breath quickened. I have never felt this way before, considering the only boyfriend I ever had was Jason, but I have never been touched like this before. I felt something strange from his touch, making me feel incredibly aroused and disgusted at the same time. I spat at his face in anger as tears gathered in my eyes.

He wiped the spit off his face and smirked at me, and he brought his hand slowly down to my stomach, sliding his hand down to my blouse to raise it up. slowly. He was playing with me and clearly enjoying my reaction. But I refused to give him that satisfaction. Like he knew, his expression changed, and he chuckled darkly, showing how annoyed he was at my reaction.

This sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart quickened, beating faster than ever.

"Fuck this," Sin grumbled as he ripped apart my clothes with a wicked smile on his face. "Stunning, more than I had imagined." I lay naked under his gaze.

I started kicking him when he leaned down, trying to stop him, but it was like he felt nothing, and without any hesitation, he pressed his lips on my breast. He brought out his tongue, licking my breast one at a time. I felt weak and pathetic, so I decided to look away from his assault.

There was no point in fighting him; he was strong and lethal. Fighting him would just put me in more trouble. He brought his hand up, releasing my hands from the chains on the headboard.

The minute my hands came loose, I pushed with all my might, making him stumble. I was so alarmed that I quickly got up and started running toward the first door I saw. But he was quick to hold me by the waist and throw me back on the bed with a thud.

He used his hands to raise me a bit to unhook my bra, forcefully taking it and throwing it on the ground. I immediately covered my breasts, feeling self-conscious. His hands grabbed my elbow, trying to pull my hands away.

"Show me." I shook my head violently as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"P-please don't do this," I muttered, gathering the courage to speak these words. My voice pleaded, and my eyes were desperate to get to him.

"You don't know how badly I want you, and I plan on having you in so many ways." His face came closer to mine. I could feel his warm breath. His words sent a chill down my body.

"Now, show them to me," he said, the words slowly hinting at a threat with each word. My body trembled at hearing him. "Do you want me to force you?" He was scary enough, and I didn't want to see what he would do when he forced me. I let go of my pride and put my hands down.

He grinned like he had just accomplished something. "Good girl," he said, as he rested me back on the bed and attached his mouth to my right nipple while his hand was playing with the other one. He kept licking, sucking, and nibbling like he was starving. He moaned as he sucked and licked the hard nub.

My clit clenched as a wave of pleasure washed over me, but I couldn't stop him. I thought of Steph and her family. The thought of losing them brought tears to my eyes.

"Please, Sin, you don't have to do this."

"Nikolai, that's what you would scream when you moan my name," he said. I bit my lip, controlling the tears that threatened to escape as he continued to assault me.

His touch was gentle, and the pleasure became impossible to bear. I closed my eyes when he bit down on my nipples, as his hand kept fondling my other breast.

He kissed my stomach and rose on his knee, staring down at me. He removed his shirt, revealing his inked chest and arms curved in beautiful ink symbols. It hurt to look at him, seeing how marvellous he looked but rotten to the core.

"I would never want you, so just give up and leave me alone. Raping me won't change anything". I tried to reason with him.

He tilted his head to the side, staring deeply at me before his hands moved down my waistline, stopping at my shots and pulling them off my legs along with my pants. I gasped in shock and tried to close my legs, but he used his hands, pulling them apart and slipping a finger into my folds.