The Mafia's Obsession

Chapter2

Anna’s POV

“Please help me…”

The stranger’s eyes widened momentarily, an unfamiliar emotion flashing through, but it was gone before I could tell what it was.

“Where did she go?!” The voice of one of the guards echoed down the hall.

The stranger quickly pulled me to his side as we hid behind a large statue. I waited with bated breath, my back pressed against his chest.

“Danm it! We lost her. Mr. William is going to skin is alive.” One guard said to another.

“Search the entire hotel. She couldn’t have gone too far.”

Finally, they left, splitting up to look for me.

I could barely make sense of my surroundings, but as we stepped out of our hiding place, I gasped as the stranger swept me off my feet, carrying me princess style.

I stared at him like he had grown a second head, but I didn’t feel scared or uncomfortable in his arms.

It was strange yet comforting.

He faced forward, his expression giving nothing away. I soon realized he was taking me to another room, and it was more luxurious than the one Mr. William had booked. From the suitcases by the bed, it looked like he had just checked in.

I blinked to focus as he gently laid me on the bed, straightening up with his brows furrowed. I took this chance to soak in his features. Raven's dark hair swept back in curly waves, a stubble of a beard on his sharp jaw, olive-tan skin, and a tall sturdy frame. He should be in his early thirties, and he was dressed in a crisp black suit.

“Hey.” He called out to me, his tone gentle. “Who were those men chasing you?”

I don’t know if it was the drugs getting to me, or the kind expression on his face—one that held no judgment or discrimination. But a warm flutter rushed through my chest, and I broke into a sob.

“I’m sorry…” I wailed, violently wiping my tears, “I’m so sorry….I..”

The stranger crouched to my eye level, waiting till I pulled myself together. As I cried, I started rambling about my situation.

I ended up telling him about how my mother died when I was eight. How my dad married Vivian shortly after, and how I was reduced to a slave in my own home, enduring years of abuse and neglect.

I told him about how they planned to sell my virginity for money, about Sheila and her condition. Then, when there was nothing left to say, I hung my head low.

“You’re a really strong girl.”

I looked up at him, my lips parted in awe. I didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t that.

“I’m strong?” I croaked.

The stranger nodded, offering me a small smile. “Yes, it’s not easy to take such risks for those who live, but you should never trade your dignity.”

Warmth burst in my cheeks, and I averted my gaze on him. Is this what it means to have butterflies in your stomach?

“You can stay here for the night, if you need anything, then let me know,” he said as he straightened up, but the fear of being alone made me bold.

I caught his hand, and he stopped, looking over his shoulder with a brow raised. I wanted to thank him, but I couldn’t find the right words.

Then all of a sudden, a chill ran up my spine. I winced, heaving out a breath as my whole body trembled.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I heard him ask, worry etched in his tone, but his voice sounded distant.

My ears rang as I hunched over, cold sweat trickling down my temple as I felt hot. Too hot. Like I was burning from within.

It was a drug. It had to be the drug….but why….

Why was I getting aroused?

The heat pouring from inside me pooled between my legs, and his touch burned as he held my shoulders, calling out to me.

I couldn’t stand it. I needed some kind of relief, or I might just lose my mind.

I sprang to my feet, grabbed his collar, and crashed my lips against his.

He pulled back before I could deepen the kiss, his eyes round, lips parted.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Shame mixed with guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, but I clung to him still, my thighs pressed together to soothe the throbbing ache in my most sensitive part.

“I—I’m sorry…” I shuddered, “I just….I don’t feel right….I think I was drugged.”

His eyes narrowed as his gaze scanned me, like a doctor examining his patient, then he sighed.

“You look like you got a strong dose of aphrodisiac.”

I didn’t understand what he was saying, and that was because his hand moved to my waist, and it only made things worse.

I moaned. Actually moaned, and I noticed his Adam’s apple bob.

“I can’t help you.” He muttered, his voice gruff.

I haven’t let go yet. A few minutes ago, I was about to lose my virginity against my will, but with him, with this stranger, I felt in control for the first time in my life.

I leaned closer, inhaling his scent as my lips brushed the curve of his neck. His grip on my waist tightened, like he was trying his best not to let his hands wander.

My fingers tugged weakly at his collar, my body acting before my mind. I wasn’t trying to seduce him.

I just needed help. Needed something, needed him.

“Please don’t push me away. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t do this.”

The stranger met my gaze, and we just stared at each other for a beat, then he spoke.

“Don’t regret this.”

With that said, his lips found mine, and we soon found ourselves entangled under the bedsheets.

My back arched against him as he peeled what was left of my dress away from my body.

He felt hard and sturdy, my fingers and nails digging into the firm muscles of his back as his settled between my legs.

My heart lurched in my chest, anxious yet eager. He looked at me again, silently asking if I wanted to go through with this.

I answered with a small nod. “Please f**k me.”

A feral growl rumbled in his chest, and he thrust into me.

I gasped, feeling the air leave my lungs as he filled me up with his length. The pain shot through me like a sharp lightning bolt, but when it faded, my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck.” He winced, wetting his lips. “You’re really a virgin.”

I couldn’t form a coherent response, so instead I locked my legs around his hips, tears budding at the corner of my eyes. He took it as a go-ahead to continue, moving slowly till I matched his rhythm.

A moan slipped from my lips as he pulled out fully to thrust into me hard. Stars danced in my vision, but I had never felt so alive.

Even if it was for a fleeting moment, I was free.

****

The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache. The memory of the night before was foggy and as I sat up, my cheeks flushed pink as I felt a dull ache between my legs.

The stranger was gone, and my shoulders slumped in disappointment, but then I noticed an envelope and a card on the table by the bed.

I reached for the envelope first and was stunned to see a stack is cash in it. Then I took the card, my gaze tracing over the name printed in gold letters.

Jayden Rivers. Rivers Inc.

So that was his name. The man I gave my virginity to

A bittersweet smile pulled at the corners of my lips. I might not meet him again, but I was grateful.

Jayden had left a new set of clothes for me to change into, and I was still cautious of Williams and his men as I left the hotel, but to my surprise, a chauffeur was waiting for me downstairs, given orders from Jayden to take me home.

It made me curious, so I kept the business card close and headed to the hospital to deposit the cash for Sheila’s treatment. It wasn’t enough to cover everything, but it was a start.

I was about to visit her ward when Vivian stormed the hospital.

“There you are!” Vivian wasted no time as she snatched my arm, her grip tight as she whispered venom in my ears. “You’re coming home! Now!”

The drive back home was tense, and when we arrived, I met my father pacing in the living room, his expression grave.

The moment he saw me, his face flushed bright with anger.

He stormed towards me and slapped me hard. I staggered back, tasting blood as I hung my head low.

“How dare you….how dare you sabotage my plans!” …” he seethed, his chest heaving. “Mr. Williams said you attacked him and fled the hotel!”

“He tried to force himself on me!” The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them.

“So what?” Vivian scoffed. “Weren’t you sent to satisfy him?”

I bit my tongue. Reasoning with them was pointless.

Rose sulked in the corner, “So no Chanel bag for me then, damn it.”

Father raised his hand to hit me again, but then his phone rang. He froze, his gaze flickering to the screen. His expression dissolved into a grin as he picked up the call.

After a few minutes, the calm came to an end. And he threw his head back and laughed.

“Good news. We have a wedding to prepare.”

My brows furrowed at his words, dread pooling in my stomach.

“Who’s wedding?” Rose asked.

Father glanced at me, his eyes gleaming with greed.

“Our Dear Anna.”

My heart stuttered like it forgot how to beat.

“You’re getting married to Richard Williams, whether you like it or not.”