The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

POV Nathan

The air between us was thick, charged with the unspoken tension that I had carefully cultivated. I watched her closely, noticing the subtle way her eyes darted around, as though searching for a way out that no longer existed. Her resistance, though still present, was weakening, and that made me even more eager to push her further. She was mine, whether she realized it or not, and I intended to make sure she understood that completely. "You hesitate," I said, my voice low, a challenge. "You know you can't hide from this. Not anymore."

Sophia looked at me, her lips parting slightly, as if she were about to argue. But I cut her off before she could speak. "Stop thinking. Just listen and obey. That's all you need to do right now."

She closed her mouth, a shudder running through her body as she processed my words. She didn't want to admit it, but I could see the truth in her eyes-she was losing herself to this. To me.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

I walked around her slowly, savoring the way she stiffened in response to my every step. Her body was trying to hold on to whatever resistance it could, but I knew she could feel the pull. She wasn't immune to it, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise.

I stopped behind her, just close enough for her to feel my breath on her neck, but not enough to touch. Not yet. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" I asked quietly, my words a taunt. "Because you need this. You need to feel the surrender. You need to know that you are nothing without me."

She didn't respond, but I saw the tension in her shoulders ease slightly, a small, involuntary sign that she was listening to what I was saying. I was breaking her down, little by little, and it thrilled me to no end.

I leaned down, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, "I want you to understand something, Sophia. This isn't just about submission. This is about control. About power. And right now, I have all of it."

She breathed in sharply, her body tensing again, but this time I could tell it wasn't out of fear. It was a recognition. She was beginning to understand the depth of what I was offering and demanding. "Do you want to understand, Sophia?" I asked, my voice dropping, turning soft but commanding. "Do you want to know what it feels like to give up everything for me?"

Her breath hitched, her eyes closing for a brief moment as if she were trying to block out the words. She was fighting it, but I knew it wouldn't last. She was too far gone to back out now.

I circled back in front of her, leaning down so that my face was inches from hers. "I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you admit what you're becoming. What you already are."

Her eyes flicked to mine, and I saw the hesitation, the inner struggle playing out in front of me. But as I stared at her, I saw something else a glimmer of acceptance. She didn't want to say the words, but I could see that she was getting close. I was breaking through.

"Say it," I urged again, my voice softer now, coaxing. "Tell me you're ready to surrender."

Her lips parted, and for a moment, she said nothing. I could see the way her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. She was battling herself. But then, just as I was about to push her further, she whispered, almost inaudibly, "I'm ready." The words sent a shock through me, the weight of them hitting me harder than I expected. She had said it. She had acknowledged what was happening, even if she didn't fully understand it yet.

"Good girl," I murmured, my hand reaching out to gently caress her cheek. The touch was soft, almost tender, but it held an edge of command that she couldn't ignore. She shivered at the contact, her body responding to the dominance in my touch.

I pulled back slightly, watching her intently as I waited for her to process what had just happened. The air between us felt heavier, more intense. She was no longer the same person who had walked in here earlier-she was on the brink of something new, something she could no longer resist.

"Tomorrow," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "We'll take this to the next step. You'll prove to me that you're truly ready."

She nodded, her eyes downcast for a moment, then meeting mine with a quiet defiance that was slowly fading. "I'll prove it," she said, her voice steadier now. "I'll prove that I can surrender."

I smiled, the sense of satisfaction building inside me. She was getting there, and the best part was, she didn't even realize how far she had already fallen.

"Good," I said again, my tone warm, but with a hint of something darker. "Because once you surrender, there's no going back. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes flicking to mine with a mixture of fear and desire. I could feel the shift in her, the undeniable pull toward the power I held over her. She wasn't the same woman who had walked in here. She was mine now-completely, utterly mine.

And as I stepped back, leaving her alone in the room, I knew that tomorrow would be the day when everything changed for her. When she would finally give in to the inevitable.

Her surrender was coming. And when it did, I would be there to claim it.