His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

Reina’s face contorted with rage, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. She raised her hand, and for a moment, I thought she would strike me again. But instead, she let out a cold, mirthless laugh. “You have no idea what I’m capable of,” she hissed, her voice dripping with malice.

A stinging slap landed on my face, followed by a forceful push that sent me stumbling backward… Just when I least expected… I didn’t see this coming… I actually didn’t see it coming. I ruggled to regain my balance, my eyes fixed on Reina’s sneering face with a drop of tears coming out from my eyes.

“Looks like you’ll be staying here longer,” she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. “Suffer here while I think of what to do with you… maybe kill you or something.” Her smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with cruelty.

My heart skipped a beat as her words sank in. Was I destined to be trapped here, at the mercy of this deranged woman? The thought sent a chill down my spine.

“No… no, this can’t be happening,” I muttered, my mind racing with thoughts of Antonio . My Antonio… no, I corrected myself, my Charles. But my heart refused to listen, clinging to the hope of seeing Antonio again. What’s the use, I already ended things with Charles.

Reina’s laughter cut through my thoughts, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “There’s no need to get angry, dear. Get used to it. I’ll give you gists about my stay with Antonio every time I visit you.”

Her words ignited a fire within me, and I tried to push her, but the men held me firm. In a fit of rage, I spat at their faces, the saliva hitting them with a sickening splat. I spat on them in a ” This is for you, this is for you and this is for you” manner.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Reina’s face darkened with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. “Diego, Francis, take her to her room. No food, only water. Is that clear?” she barked, her voice dripping with venom.

The men nodded respectfully, their faces expressionless, as they dragged me away. I twisted my head, my eyes fixed on Reina, who was now kissing the man she had been making out with earlier. Her lips traced his neck, and he’s grabbing her butt cheek and from her mouth was a very loud erotic moan that wasn’t even necessary, it was just exaggerated, her eyes locked on mine with a taunting gaze. Like that… She walked out.

“To… meet… my… Antonio,” I thought, the words echoing in my mind like a cruel joke.

Finally, I was dragged to the room, the darkness enveloping me like a shroud. The only source of light came from a faint flashlight beam, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The men remained silent, their faces expressionless, as they shoved me onto a narrow bed. The springs creaked beneath me, the sound echoing through the desolate space.

Without a word, they turned and walked out, the door creaking shut behind them. The silence was oppressive, the darkness suffocating. I lay there, my eyes straining to adjust to the faint light, my mind reeling with thoughts of Reina’s taunts and Antonio’s absence.

The room was sparse, the walls cracked and peeling, the air thick with the stench of mold and decay. A small, rusty water pipe jutted out from the wall, a plastic cup hanging limply from its end. The bed creaked beneath me, its thin mattress offering little comfort.

I lay there, my thoughts consumed by Reina’s cruel words and the image of her kissing that man. My mind raced with questions, my heart heavy with fear. How long would I be trapped here? Would anyone ever find me? And what did Reina plan to do with me?

The darkness seemed to closing in around me, the flashlight’s beam flickering like a dying breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to stay calm, but my mind refused to quiet. The silence was oppressive, the shadows cast by the flashlight dancing on the walls like malevolent spirits.

Time seemed to stretch out, each moment an eternity, as I lay there, trapped in this desolate room, at the mercy of Reina’s whims. The only sound was the creaking of the old bed, the faint rustling of unknown creatures in the darkness, and the heavy beating of my own heart.

My mind wandered back to Antonio , my thoughts consumed by the image of him with Reina. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing at that very moment. Were they entwined in each other’s arms, their lips locked in a passionate kiss? Or were they surrendering to their desires, their bodies tangled in a fierce embrace, fucking the hell out of each other ?

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the thoughts from my mind. But they lingered, taunting me with visions of Reina’s seductive charm and Antonio’s vulnerability to her advances. I knew she was a master manipulator, using her beauty and charm to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was Alberto, the man I had come to care for despite… Everything.

“Antonio , please don’t do anything with her,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Think of me, come save me.” But my pleas were met with silence, and I knew I was nothing more than a distant thought in his mind.

I was just his stripper, a mere object for his pleasure. Reina was the one who could satisfy him, the one he wanted to be with. And I was trapped here, a prisoner of her twisted games.

My mind raced with conflicting emotions, my thoughts torn between Antonio and Charles. Would I want to go back to Charles, the man who had used me for his own gain? Or did I want to stay with Antonio , the man who had shown me kindness and compassion?… “In a kind of way… ” My brain echoed.

Charles didn’t love me, I knew that. He only cared about the information I could provide, the secrets I could uncover. He didn’t care about my well-being, my happiness, or my safety. All he cared about was his own interests, his own desires. It was a good thing I broke up with him.

And Antonio ? Did he truly care for me, or was I just a passing fancy? Would he come to rescue me, or would he abandon me to Reina’s mercy?

The questions swirled in my mind like a maelstrom, each one tormenting me with uncertainty. I was trapped in this dark room, with no escape from my own thoughts. And in that darkness, I realized that I was lost, unsure of what I wanted or who I wanted to be with… If I would even come out here alive.

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Antonio trudged into the mansion, his exhaustion strongly felt after a long night of impromptu meetings with fellow mafia lords across the city. The weight of his responsibilities as a mafia boss bore down on him, his eyes heavy with fatigue. He hadn’t had a chance to check on Evelyn the previous night, Reina’s cruel act of slapping her hard in his presence was still fresh in his mind. As he entered the mansion, he headed straight for Evelyn’s room, his concern for her well-being growing with each step.

As he approached her door, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. He pushed open the door, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of her. But she wasn’t there. The bed was untouched, the room eerily still. Antonio’s heart began to race as he called out to the guards, his voice firm but laced with worry. “Have any of you seen Evelyn?”

The guards exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale. “No, boss, we haven’t seen her since last night,” one of them replied, their voice trembling.

Antonio’s mind raced as he pulled out his phone and dialed Jacob’s number. He answered on the first ring, his voice laced with concern. “Good morning boss, I’ve been looking for Evelyn all morning. I went to her room, but she wasn’t there. I’m just coming from her house now, but I haven’t found her yet.”

Antonio’s gut told him something was wrong. Eve wouldn’t just disappear without a trace. He knew her too well; she could be very stubborn but she was also a creature of habit, and this was out of character for her. His heart racing, he decided to rush to his room to settle and think of his next movement as his mind conjuring up worst-case scenarios.

As Antonio opened the door to his room, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him. “Holy shit!” he muttered in an Italian-American accent, his gaze fixed on Reina. She stood before him, her body radiating sensuality, her dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The fabric seemed to be eating away at her, leaving little to the imagination. Antonio’s eyes were drawn to her, his body responding to her seductive presence.

Reina sauntered towards him, her hips swaying with each step. She reached out a hand, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her touch sending shivers down his spine. “Come on, hon, let’s get started,” she whispered, her voice husky and inviting.

Antonio’s resolve began to crumble, his mind clouded by Reina’s seductive charms. But then, like a splash of cold water, he remembered Evelyn. His eyes snapped back into focus, and he took a step back, his voice firm. “Reina, leave. Now.”

But Reina refused to give up. She continued to taunt him, her body writhing against his, her lips brushing against his ear. “What else do you want me to do, Antonio? I love you, I’ll do whatever you want. I don’t want money, I just want you, your thick and sweet body.” Her words tumbled out in a rush, her voice laced with desperation.