Chapter 37 Vignette 36
She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn’t mean to see it—but she did.
She watched as the masked men sprinted out of the luxury boulangerie, bags in hand and guns still warm. She ducked behind her parked scooter, praying they wouldn’t notice her. But then… they made the fatal mistake.
They pulled off their masks before disappearing into the alley. And she saw everything.
Now the police are on the hunt—but they need someone to identify the robbers. She’s the only witness. Problem is... she never made it home.
Before she could even report what she saw, they found her. She was taken quietly. No news, no noise. Just disappeared.
Now she’s their captive—locked away in a gilded cage, completely off the grid. But when he walks in—the man at the center of it all, the one who led the heist and whose face she saw most clearly. He doesn’t order her death.
She hadn’t screamed when they took her. That surprised her most of all.
The moment the cold gun touched her neck—followed by the gloved hand over her mouth—some part of her shut down. Her body moved, her mind retreated, and all she could do was breathe quietly and not die.
Now she sat in a room that smelled like smoke and leather, blindfold removed but hands still bound. Gold light spilled across marble floors, flickering from a chandelier that hung too high for comfort. She didn’t belong here. Not in this mansion. Not in this world. Not even in his presence.
He stepped into the room like he owned more than just the building—like he owned gravity. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms marked with ink, and his eyes... cold, unreadable, lethal. The same eyes that had stared down the bakery clerk as she begged for mercy. The same eyes she’d seen when the masks came off.
“So, this is her?” he said, voice low, quiet power woven through every syllable.
She flinched. Even now, her throat was too tight to speak. What would she say anyway? Please let me go? I won’t talk?
He dismissed the guard with a tilt of his head, and then the door clicked shut, sealing them alone in the quiet.
“You saw something you weren’t supposed to.” He moved closer. “And now I have to decide what to do with you.”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. But she didn’t look away either. That made him smirk. A soft, knowing thing. Dangerous.
“You’re braver than I thought.”
He moved behind her slowly. His fingers grazed the back of her neck, featherlight. Not rough. Not threatening. But calculated. She shivered.
“What’s your name?”
She hesitated. “S-Sophia.”
“Sophia.” He said it like he was tasting it. “Pretty. Unlucky. But pretty.”
She closed her eyes. Her breath came shorter. Not because she feared he’d hurt her. But because her body was reacting in ways it shouldn’t—to his nearness, his voice, the heat building in the room that had nothing to do with temperature.
“You could’ve run to the police,” he murmured, circling her. “But you didn’t. You hesitated. Why?”
“I... I didn’t—”
“You wanted to see what would happen,” he cut in, now standing directly in front of her. “Didn’t you?”
“No.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Liar.”
He reached out and tilted her chin up with two fingers. Her lips parted, involuntarily. He didn’t kiss her. Not yet. Just stared—eyes dragging over every inch of her face as if memorizing it.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Sophia,” he said. “You’re not going anywhere. You’ve seen too much. And I’m not going to kill you.” He leaned in, his breath brushing her jaw. “I’m going to keep you… until I decide you’re no longer interesting.”
Her pulse thundered. He didn’t even need to touch her for her whole body to tense, wired with a fear laced in heat she couldn’t name.
And then he touched her—only lightly, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip as he stepped closer. She gasped softly, her chest rising to meet him, instinct warring with reason.
“Let’s see how long you last,” he whispered.
He dragged her to the bed and secured her wrists to the bedframe with cuffs, then pressed a strip of tape over her mouth. She couldn't scream. She couldn't shake. The cuffs kept her in place as she looked like dinner in the transparent bathrobes she was forced to put on earlier. Tears fell from her eyes as she took in on her vulnerability. Well, that was just as a result of the trap she found herself. Her body didn't consider it a trap; it wanted him badly.
He traced the curve of her hips and loosened the silk robes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he put his nose on her petite stomach, sniffing her in and transporting his face up to her chest. Her breasts were full and round, almost encroaching her stomach because of how large it was.
He looked at her face with an evil smile, “sweet beautiful girl!” he whispered.
Her breath became even heavier as he put his face between her bbs and licked the spot. She gasped as his breath prickled against her skin.
She couldn't move her hands or even moan with her mouth. All she did was wriggle her hips beneath him. Then he took one of her bbs in his hand, pressing it with force and playing with the other nple. The heat from his fingers as he squeezed her bbs made her shiver, her breath increasing with every graze of his teeth on her nipples. His fingers went down to her psy and it found how wet she had become.
“I thought you hated this?” he asked, his voice low and smooth. Then he undid the tape from her mouth and she exhaled deeply, “I want to hear you moan.” He whispered.
He used two fingers to open her psy lip like he wanted to see what the inside looked like. She let out small gasps, her legs shaking. Then he stuck two fingers in her hole and she moaned loudly. He thrusted in and out, starting off slowly and increasing pace as her moans increased.
Her eyes shut closed and she threw her head back on the bed as she enjoyed his fingers, still trapped in the cuffs. He bent low and began probing her clt with his tongue, giving it tiny bites with his teeth. She bit her own lips, her gasps were one of pleasure… intense pleasure.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed under her breath.
The Mafia boss continued licking her while undoing his zipper and pulling off his trousers. He never let his mouth go off her for over a second. He tossed his shirt to the side, now completely nude.
She hadn't even realized the weight of what was in front of her, too busy enjoying his expertise on her cit, moaning.
The next thing she felt in her psy was something long, fat, veiny and rock hard. It was sliding inside her slowly. She shot her eyes open and the first thing she found was the Mafia boss’ chest covered in tattoos. And he was slamming his hips to her psy.
She managed to lift her neck and she saw his gallant cock was already going in and out of her. His strong hands clutched her hips tightly as he fucked her. All she could do was moan and scream when it got too sweet.
Her arms were beginning to hurt in the cuffs but the feeling of that huge veiny ck going deep inside her psy and hitting that magical spot made every pain go unnoticed.
Then he took out his ck from her psy and let his cm spill on the bed. But his ck still looked hard even after releasing. He didn't hesitate to put it back inside her. This time, he went extra deep and slammed her psy forcefully and mercilessly. He leaned in and grabbed her two bs in his hands, squeezing it roughly and fking her without breaks.
She breathed heavily as he pulled out of her, unlocked the cuffs and repositioned her to lay with her stomach on the bed. Her chest pressed to the bed and he lifted her as to the air, the same height as his dk.
Then he grabbed her hips in his hands and inserted his day ck again. She was screaming in the confinement, her legs vibrating and her psy had become really swollen. But he spanked her as and it echoed so loudly in the room, alongside the sound of their wet slurpy fk.
Then she began jerking, her psy released its milky juices and it rolled down his dk to his balls. Almost immediately, his own seeds burst out like a bullet but he had just enough self control to pull out before it went inside her.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, stroking his dk while his cm leaked to the bed.
Sophia fell on the bed, her face to him, panting and speechless. His face looked flushed in pleasure. She watched him get out of the bed to the bathroom. His figure was so gorgeous and so was his dk.
She only had one excitement—she would get such awesome fk everyday as long as he needed her to be his sex toy.