The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

Nathan

The night felt like a slow-burning fuse, the tension between us growing by the second. Sophia's presence in my life had changed everything, whether I wanted to admit it or not. She wasn't just another conquest. No, she was different. She stirred something inside of me, a darkness, a need to break her and rebuild her at the same time.

The power dynamic between us was shifting, and she didn't even realize how deep it ran. I could feel her unease, the way she fought against the pull, but it only made the game more exciting for me. I wanted her to resist. It made every inch of her submission sweeter. But she didn't fully understand what she was getting into yet. And that's what I was counting on.

She had hesitated when I had leaned in closer, a brief flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. But now, as the silence settled between us, I could see it—she was starting to feel the weight of my presence more than ever before. I had been patient up until now, but there was no room for patience anymore. Not with her.

She needed to know where she stood, what place I had in her life, and how she would fit into mine. I wasn't the type of man who let things linger in the grey. It was either all or nothing.

I stepped closer, the space between us narrowing until there was only the air left. Her breath hitched, and for a brief moment, I saw the hesitation that still clung to her. It was a dangerous thing, but that was exactly what I wanted. A woman like her, so delicate yet brimming with untapped power. I could make her into anything I wanted. I could shape her, mold her into someone who would never leave me.

I tilted my head slightly, studying her features. She was beautiful, yes. But it was more than just her appearance that intrigued me. It was the way she fought against me, the way she tried to hold onto her own identity, even when I was slowly dismantling it. It was a challenge, and I was always up for a challenge.

"Sophia," I murmured, my voice low, commanding. "Do you really think you have control here?"

Her eyes flickered away from mine, her lips parting slightly as if to answer but then closing again, unsure. She didn't have the answer, not yet. And I was going to ensure she would never find one.

"Look at me," I demanded, my voice harsh now. "I need you to understand. You don't get to decide. I do."

I watched as she swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling with her uneven breaths. She wanted to resist, I could tell, but the allure of surrender was too strong. I had already claimed her mind, and I was beginning to claim her soul as well. Her hands rested nervously on her thighs, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to fight, to push me away, but at the same time, she craved this, craved the way I made her feel. It was a dangerous game, and she was only just beginning to realize how deep it could go.

"Do you understand me, Sophia?" I asked again, my tone more insistent. "You're mine, whether you accept it or not."

She nodded, barely perceptible, but it was enough for me. Her resistance was already starting to crumble, and I could feel the control slipping through her fingers like sand.

I moved closer, slowly, deliberately. I wanted to feel her pulse racing, her heart pounding in her chest. I wanted to feel the fear, the excitement, the confusion swirling inside her. I wanted her completely-mind, body, and soul. And I wasn't going to stop until I had it.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her lips parted as if to speak, but I placed my finger gently over them, silencing her. "Don't speak," I commanded softly. "Just feel."

I could see her struggle to comply, her eyes darting to the side as if she were searching for an escape, but there was none. Not anymore. She was trapped, trapped in this game I was playing, and it was too late for her to back out now. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "You're mine, Sophia. And I'll break you down until you understand that. Until you crave it."

She shivered, her breath hitching as she leaned into me, instinctively responding to the weight of my words. Her resistance, although present, was no match for the pull I had over her. The fire between us was burning hotter now, and I could feel the heat radiating from her.

I backed away slightly, giving her space to breathe, but not enough to escape. She was too close to breaking, too close to surrendering, and I was savoring every moment of it.

"You think you can fight me," I said, my voice low and almost tender, "but I know better. You need this, just like I do. And once you give in, there's no going back."

She looked at me then, her eyes wide, her expression a mixture of fear and longing. It was a dangerous combination. I could see the desire burning behind her hesitation, and it only made me want her more.

"I'm not like the others, Nathan," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't know how to be what you want."

That was it. That was the final piece of the puzzle. I smiled, a slow, predatory smile. "You will be. You just don't know it yet."

I reached for her again, pulling her close, feeling her body tense as I pressed against her. I kissed her, slow and deliberate, feeling her body tremble beneath mine. She was caught in the web now, and there was no escape. This was only the beginning. The beginning of her complete submission.