The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

Sophia

I felt wrapped in a fog of confusion. Last night was still vivid in my mind, like a flame that wouldn't go out, and now, as I prepared to face Nathan again, the weight of my previous decisions felt even heavier. Every step I took toward him seemed like another step away from myself.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The sound of the wind hitting the windows echoed through the quiet house. I was alone in my room, but not for long. Nathan was nearby. He was always nearby, watching, waiting, always ready to test the limits.

I heard the door creak open slowly. Without turning around, I knew who it was. My body reacted to him before I even saw him. A mixture of fear, desire, and something else something I didn't want to acknowledge. "Are you ready?" His voice echoed softly, but there was a hardness behind his words, a command I knew I couldn't ignore.

I wasn't sure if I was ready. I didn't even know if I wanted to be. But what he had shown me last time made me question how far I was willing to go. He had broken a barrier, and now, I felt like I was floating between what I should do and what he wanted me to do.

He stepped forward and stopped right in front of me, his eyes fixed on mine. I could see the satisfaction in them, as if he knew exactly what was happening inside me. He extended his hand, and the simple gesture seemed heavy with all the expectations he placed on me.

"Take my hand," he whispered, his voice full of authority.

It was as though he already knew the answer, as if he already knew that, despite my resistance, I would do exactly as he commanded.

My hands trembled, but I extended them, finally surrendering. The moment seemed eternal. When my palms touched his, I felt a wave of heat run through my body. His touch was firm, secure, like it was something inevitable, like he was the storm and I was the sand, about to be swept away.

"Good girl," he said, and the tone of approval made my breath catch. He always knew how to touch me, how to break every resistance, how to make every fiber of my being want more.

"I trusted you last night," he said, which sounded more like a challenge than an observation. "Now, I'll show you what it really means to trust me."

Before I could respond, he guided me to the bed, his fingers holding my hand firmly, yet in a way that still made me feel like I was being led by a superior force. What did he want from me? I already knew. Submission. Control. He wanted my surrender, and no matter how much I tried to resist, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I finally gave in completely.

The thought terrified me, but at the same time, I was desperate to understand this dynamic, desperate to see how far he would take me. I knew that, in the end, I would be a different person, someone who couldn't go back.

He positioned himself behind me, his presence hot and threatening. "I'm going to teach you how to be mine," he whispered, his voice piercing to my very soul.

He didn't give me time to think, and I didn't want to think. The fear mixed with desire. He began guiding my hands, placing them on the bed as if I were a puppet being manipulated by his experienced hands. "Do you remember everything we talked about?" he asked, and his voice was heavy with expectation.

"Yes," I answered, though I wasn't sure if I was lying to him or to myself. What I remembered was the pleasure he gave me, the way his voice shaped my body, the way he dominated me without even touching me.

He came closer, his body pressing against my back. "I want you to show me your trust now, Sophia. I want to see if you can fully give yourself to me."

I wasn't sure anymore what I wanted. But what was stronger? The fear or the desire? The fear of losing control or the desire to be controlled?

The answer didn't come easily. But when he slid his hand to my neck, adjusting the pressure carefully, I knew that somewhere inside me, I was already lost. "Trust me," he murmured. "Let go."

It was the breaking point. I was at the edge of the abyss, and in that moment, I knew there was no turning back.