Sold to the mafia boss

I heard my heart beats and felt it pounding loudly inside my chest. I didn’t think I heard what he said correctly.

The time was too short and I was given very little to think of what he said till I felt his head digging back into my neck, leaving peppering kisses all over my neck. I closed my eyes, inhaling venom, exhaling hope. I felt like I was drowning even though I was standing in the middle of the room in the arms of this man.

Logan pushed me back against the wall in one swift move, turning me around and pining my face against the wall, his strong hands guarding and holding me still.

I swallowed the sour bile rising in my throat. Hatred, humiliation, excitement, dread, and hope swirled in my chest as I felt his hard groin pressed against my butt. I let out a soft moan when I felt his lips kissing my earlobe, then my neck. I found myself stretching my neck to give him access and for that moment I didn’t know if I’d be able to forgive myself after this.

My body hummed with dark energy when he pulled my face back and kissed my lips, his hands rummaging through my shirt from behind and grabbing my stomach. I tried to push him off me with my back but he was still strong, overpowering me.

” I don’t want this, stop ” I spoke, trying hard to not listen to my body. My body responded to his touch and I liked every bit of it. I didn’t want him to stop but I knew I was going to regret it if I didn’t stop him right now.

” You will obey me ” He growled into my ears, turning me around to face him again only to pull me into his arms and pushed me on the bed.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I started fighting frantically, trying to stop him from further pushing himself into me. In the end, he pushes my hands down effortlessly, laying his body against mine.

” Stop fighting, love, you’re no match for me ” his voice is robotic and strong.

I tried to catch my breath, my hair now covering most of my face.

” Stop, please ” I decided to beg, tears striking my face now. Hopefully, somewhere deep within him would be touched by my tears and he’d be forced to let me go.

Instead, he brutally kissed my lips, probably bruising it, his hands pulling up my shirt. He grabs my cupped breasts, pressing them hard. Everything he did hurt, but somehow, I felt the pleasure in it. For a split second there I actually wondered how it’d feel to have his lips there, sucking at my breasts. I wondered if I’d feel much more of what I felt with his hands merely there now.

” I know you want this, Layla “he muttered sensually into my ear.

” I don’t! ” I barked at him ” get off me! Now! ”

I didn’t know where all that energy came from but I’m glad that I screamed when I did, because he gently stopped now.

Logan rises up and just sat atop of me, watching me. A smirk crossed his lips as he looked down at me and I waited for the worst. I shut my eyes when he started leaning closer. He grabs my hands again and pins them down, his voice whispering into my ears.

” I cannot believe you missed me that much only to put up a fight when I’m about giving you what you want ”

” I don’t want this! And you can go to hell! ” I’m tempted to spit on his face again.

” I’ve been to many hells and back, love, I don’t see you there” He said with mockery. This was a joke to him, everything was a joke to him.

” Why did you come to me when I arrived then? Or are you just so good at lying? ” His question is cunning

I held my lip, not knowing what to say. I’d walked out when he came because I wanted to see him. I wanted to ask him for my phone back and get him to let me watch the TV but none of that seems to matter anymore.

” It doesn’t matter anymore ” I muttered back.

” Answer me when I’m asking nicely ” his voice is not commanding now but it holds a lot of authority, one you’d rather not defy.

” I…. I…” I stammered, our position not leaving me much room to speak properly. I still felt the heat on my skin due to his close proximity ” I wanted to ask for my phone. And the TV ”

His face lit up in a mocking smile before he laughed and leaned closer to me, his face much closer to mine now as he said ” you’d never get those things, Layla. Not as long as you keep putting up these fights ”

He leaped off me and walked towards the door. I rose to a sitting position and watched his back disappear. What surprised me most was the longing my body felt after he left. I felt alone and for a split second I wanted to regret pushing him away. I knew I’d wanted him but somehow I always manage to push him away.

I carried myself from the bed and walked into the bathroom. How did my intention to have a decent conversation with him turn into this? My chest tightened as I sat over the toilet, my head leaned back into the wall. I shut my eyes close and thought about everything.

For the first time since I left home, I saw Emma’s face. I remembered his voice, how he talked to me with tender care, how much he loved me when we started dating.

He was always so careful with me. He loved me once until everything got ruined and I knew I couldn’t go on anymore. I remember our first kiss, I remember how he held me close to him, how he never cared to show me off to his friends and meet me at the lame old coffee shop I always loved to go and sit because there was a fancy art gallery right across from it, where I could always gaze at and forget my problems.

For the first time since my coming here, I wanted to reverse things and be with Emma.