pregnant by the Mafia boss

standing in my dimly lit room The dreadful hour of the night hangs heavy in the air, muting the usual vibrant colors of the stars . A knot of anxiety tightens in my stomach as i clutches my arms to my chest. The voices of my home usually a comforting hum, now sound distant and indistinct. A silhouette of a man approaches me his shadows stretching long and distorted in the hazy light. his face is grim, his eyes holding a cold determination that makes my breath catch in my throat. he steps forward, his voice rough as he speaks words I didn't want to hear, words that threaten the fragile security of my life and the well-being of my family. my heart pounds against my ribs like a trapped bird.i glanced around the room , hoping to see a familiar face, a sign of help, but my sister seem to melt into the mist. A wave of helplessness washes over me , but beneath it, a spark of defiance flickers. I will not break easily. The man reaches for my hand , and I instinctively recoils, pulling it tighter.my knuckles whiten as I gripped the coarse fabric. The air crackles with unspoken threat, the silence amplifying the tension. The fate of my family, my future, hangs precariously in the balance in this hazy haul night . he gripped my chin,forcing my gaze upon him . “are you so afraid of me s*x doll.” I tensed at his word. I felt a shiver around my body his fingered hovered around my face , I felt cold to his touch. “wh-who are you.” i muted. my gaze fixed onto the floor, indicating my reluctance to participate in this action. “shh s*x doll you should be a good girl and let me take you to the moon.” I heard him say then walk up behind me. I begin to turn around and I felt him pull me towards him by my waist. He says, “Don't turn, this is about you.” My heart begins to pound. I stood there, apprehensive run from my heart, to my chest, and down toward my inner thighs. His finger begin to linger from my face down to my neck, the hairs in the skin where he had touch stood on erect. His hand travelled down to my thigh . he gave it a gentle squeeze.while sniffing the scent of my skin he slides his fingers beneath my lingerie , resting it on my plump white buttock. “what the f**k. it's so soft and plump.”. his gruostic sound made me jolt with terror. I begin to struggle in his hold. “leave me let me go.” my little protest felt like an invitation to him. he silenced my protest with a humiliating kiss and another deliberate squeeze of my buttock. “ouch.” he smirked. I felt utterly ashamed. my checks red with embarrassment. He grabbed my hands a second time , gentle yet firm, put them in front of me and paused. I felt scared, the sensation running through my body. he spoke no words. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and I close my eyes and take a deep breath out.wriggling like a snake bitten by a thousand ant. He kisses my shoulder, and runs his lips on my skin towards my ear, but doesn't quite make it that far. I tilt my head and after his deep breath out he bites me gently. It doesn't hurt, it only made my feeble movement seem like a joke . agitated, my frail heart wanted to explode from being explored by this total stranger. He turns me around, and we are facing each other but I couldn't see his face, except his piercing blue orbs which stares into my eyes and soul . His two hands grab my left hand caging it above me. immediately I begin to whimper , trickle of tears begins to fall from my eyes as I watched him violate me. I felt wronged, totally violated. His eyes exude dominance, cruelty, , possession, lust and impatient. I felt excruciating pain from his hold and as if he noticed he lets go of my hands, with one hand he brushes my hair away from my face,still wearing a leering smile. he comb my hair with his fingers and tenderly guides my face to his, eventually his lips tangled in mine.taking in brisk moist of my flavour, I felt my breath being taking away by this kiss. the sound of lips slapping against each other echoed in the dark room. when he noticed I didn't responded to his advances he bit my lip and I jolted. taking this opportunity he trespassed, invading my mouth , tasting every bit of my lip. it was a brash move certainly not a kiss. I bit him hard ,tasting a metallic taste in my mouth. he smirked, wiping his lip with his finger. “you shouldn't have done that babe.”he said, leaning over to my face. frightened by his demeanor ,I made a run , sadly I was caught sooner I made a run for the door. he ignored my small, choked "Please don't." His hand clamped onto my wrist, his grip tight and unforgiving. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through me. He leaned closer, his face looming over mine, and then his mouth was on mine again. . It wasn't a kiss; it was a brutal press, a hard claiming that made me whimper. more tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. He tasted of power and something dangerous, and it made me want to shrink away. His other hand moved to the buttons of my thin pyjama top. His fingers were rough, impatient. I was just eighteen, a lifetime stolen when he declared me as his. Hatred, a bitter knot in my stomach, warred with the terror that always lurked beneath the surface. Fat tears escaped my eyes, tracking down my cheeks as he fumbled with the fabric. His unwanted touch made my skin crawl, each clumsy movement a fresh wave of violation. I trembled, every instinct screaming for me to escape, but his grip on my wrist held me captive in his terrifying presence. More tears spilled, silent testament to my fear and despair. his hand began to wander further ,hovering around my body. starting from my chin, down to the nectar of my neck. his calloused hands nibs the strap of my dress down while his hands found it's ways to my caged breast , stroking it mildly in a rotating manner. each stroke a testament to my humiliation. despite the fact that I've never done this I swear this shadowy stranger was doing something to my body.igniting flames all over my body . While in that moment against his body , I could feel his hand wander farther down to the blue pant. with a precise tug, the pieces of material fell through scattering around the room. “you're mine s*x doll,mine alone ” he whispered between my earlobe, given it a gentle bit afterward. I shuddered at his touch , between the sensual pleasure I felt. I felt utter fear begin to cripe in. “I can't do it.ive never done it before and I wish to keep it that way until marriage .” I said in one breath ,fearing any slight delay would make him take me here and now. his countenance changed.i could sense his movement cease. I struggled to stand straight and firm in the beat of time ,I felt his body struggle to maintain its stance. anger reverberated through his orbs. he lifted me and threw me onto the soft bed , regardless of my protest, I could see his look forcing my soul out. he caged me in place forcing the last bit of clothing out of my body. I was naked ,bare to his immoral eyes. I thrash at his hold but he caged me in place. although I couldn't make out his facial features I could see the fine lines of his flawless skin . he positioned his shaft at my entrance. a pin away from claiming my body to be his . I dreaded what he will do to me. he was a ticking time bomb. “who are you,?why do you claim me to be yours,? and why do you always visit me in the dark.”. silence met my question again, few seconds later , I felt him withdraw his hand,throwing a piece of white towel on my face he turned his back to me. “you shouldn't ask if you're not ready,just know you're mine alone, s*x toy.”and walked out into the blaring light. “oh my goodness.” the alarm brattled, startling me from my nightmare,prickles of sweat dripped down my face. I have always had this dream since I turned 18, about a faceless man who always claims me to be his. having this same dream for the past few months felt siren. I am Araya Stewart, a novice staff at j and k fashion house, an aspirant fashion designer . I live with my little sis Ashley Stewart's in our old villa after our parents death, I will be 19 years old in three months. With skin as fair as freshly fallen snow, I have a delicate, porcelain-like complexion that seems to glow in the morning light. My long, wavy black hair, a replica of Nina Stewart's ,my mom, cascades down my back, shimmering like spun gold, framing my heart-shaped face with a tiny-bitzy beauty mark beneath my eye . My pure hazel eyes, flecked with hints of green and gold, which I inherited from my dad are often described as captivating, reflecting both warmth and depth. I stand at an average height, my figure athletic yet feminine, with curves that speak of strength and grace. letting the absurd feelings go, I proceeded towards the bathroom. few minutes later I was out on my gym outfit It was time for my regular morning routine—my workout, the one thing I couldn’t do without. I reached for my phone and earbuds, glancing over at Ashley, my tossing queen, who had insisted sleeping on my bed since she turned 16. She lay sprawled across the bed, her pale skin contrasting beautifully with the dark sheets. Ashley was undeniably cute and pretty, with huge, wide golden eyes that sparkled even in her sleep, giving her an innocent and enchanting look.actually she inherited it from my mom. Her ginger hair, like our dad's,was a wild halo around her head, tousled and messy, adding to her charm. “Gonna go now, Ash, sweetheart,” I whispered, careful not to disturb her too much.  In response, she turned over, her face now fully towards me, still caught in the haze of sleep. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Strands of hair were tousled all over her face, and I noticed she was even munching on a few strands without realizing it. Gently, I brushed the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and pulled the strands from her mouth. “Goodbye, Juliana Ashley Stewarts; see you soon,” I said, my voice warm with affection.  With my headphones securely in place, I clicked on my workout playlist, the familiar beat of Beyoncé’s “Heaven” pulsing through my ears. As I stepped out through the back door, the cold winter air of Bainbridge Town, New York, hit me like a refreshing wave. I inhaled deeply, the crispness filling my lungs and invigorating my spirit.  As I began to run, the rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement synced with the beat of the music, and I felt a surge of energy coursing through me. But as the lyrics washed over me, a wave of nostalgia hit, and my heart ached with memories of the past. The song reminded me of our parents—of the day we lost them two years ago.  ** Flashback**