Mafia's Dark Possession

13. Cracked Obsession

Before Leah could get up or think more, Damian returned. And this time, he was holding a pistol.

Leah’s eyes widened in horror. Her whole body froze.

He’s going to kill me.

She almost screamed but stopped when he said softly, "Relax, Leah."

Then he stepped forward and held out the pistol toward her.

"I want you to have it," he said gently. "It’s loaded."

Leah looked at the gun, then at his calm face, completely speechless.

"Wh... what... what should I do with this?" she asked, her voice panicking again.

"Keep it," Damian said seriously. "And use it on me if I ever try to hurt or abuse you."

Before Leah could protest or move, he placed the pistol in her hand and wrapped her fingers around it.

"Yo... you..." Leah stuttered, too shocked to say anything clearly.

Damian didn’t move away. He kneeled down in front of her, lowering himself until his face was level with hers. His eyes looked up into hers, and for once, they didn’t look scary.

"I know you can’t trust me... or any other man," he said softly. "But I’m requesting you to trust me this one time."

He gently reached out and touched her cheek, wiping the tears that were still falling.

"First, get better. And I won’t let anything bad happen to you... I swear."

Leah’s heart skipped a beat.

But this time, it wasn’t from fear. It was from something else. Something she didn’t understand yet.

He then stood up on his feet, his tall figure towering over her as he still held her gaze. His eyes were serious and intense, but there was no anger this time. Just a deep warning hidden in his voice.

"Don’t try to escape again, Leah," Damian said in a low tone. "It will only bring trouble for you."

Leah swallowed hard, her fingers still wrapped around the pistol he gave her. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She could barely breathe.

"You don’t want to get caught by Ander, do you?" he asked.

The mention of that name made her entire body flinch. Her heart dropped, and she suddenly felt cold. Just the thought of going back to Ander was enough to make her sick. Her breaths got uneven and her stomach twisted in fear.

Damian didn’t wait for her answer. He didn’t even say anything else. He just turned around and started walking toward the door silently.

But Leah couldn’t stop herself.

"Why are you doing this for me?" she blurted out, her voice shaky and confused. "Why are you even treating me so well?"

She didn’t understand. And it was haunting her every second. People didn’t just do things for free. Especially not powerful, dangerous men like him.

Damian stopped at the door.

His hand touched the knob, but he didn’t open it right away. He stood there for a second. But when he finally answered, he didn’t really give her an answer at all.

"Good night, Leah..." was all he said.

And then he walked out.

He left her sitting on the bed, her heart racing and her mind full of questions.

A few minutes passed in silence. Leah finally looked down at the pistol still resting in her lap. She picked it up with both hands and stared at it. It felt heavy. Cold. But somehow, it made her feel a little safer.

Even though she didn’t know how to use it, just having it made her feel like she had a bit of control this time. Like maybe she wouldn’t be helpless again.

She sighed, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks.

Maybe she was wrong to try to escape. Not because she trusted this man completely, because out there, Ander and Marcus could be waiting. And if they found her again... she didn’t even want to imagine it.

Here, at least, she had a bed, food, and someone who hadn’t hurt her again yet.

She still didn’t believe this man fully. She couldn’t.

But maybe she could stay until she got better. And once she was healthier, then she could decide what to do next.

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Damian came back to his room, but he couldn’t erase Leah’s crying face from his mind. He was feeling a strange emotion that he hadn’t felt before tonight. He wanted to console that girl.

Yes… Watching her so frightened, Damian wished he could take her in his arms, wipe her tears… but at the same time, f**k her hard.

He closed his eyes and recalled the moment when his muscular body was pressed against her soft, delicate, and small one. How her dress had ridden up to her stomach, giving a delicious view of her slim waist and deep navel, while her pink p***y peeked through a white thong.

Even the mere memory of her sent desperate pleas of need through him, and blood rushed straight to his c**k. Her insane beauty was impossible to erase from his mind.

He knew that to get rid of this newfound obsession, he had to have her but it wasn’t time yet. Damian wanted the bruises on her body to heal before he touched her.

And it didn’t matter whether she wanted him or not because she had already become his the day he brought her here. If she accepted him, it would be easier. But if not, it wouldn’t stop Damian from taking what he wanted.

However, the throbbing in his c**k was becoming painful and unbearable. It was crying to be buried deep inside a p***y.

Damian thought about calling a w***e who would gladly take him, but the next second, he changed his mind. He couldn’t bring another woman here when Leah was under the same roof. Besides, he firmly believed the day wasn’t far when he would finally f**k her pink p***y with his thick, hard c**k and unload his hot seed inside her.

He was determined to make her scream in pleasure and cry for more, though he still wasn’t sure whether he wanted this woman as his personal slut or as a lover.

The concept of love sounded strange to Damian, and a lover was the last thing he wanted. But Leah belonged to him now, so whether he loved her or not, he would own her in every way possible.

Battling with his thoughts, Damian entered the bathroom and began taking care of his erect member. But for him, pumping his own c**k was never comparable to thrusting it inside a wet, tight cunt. All he knew was that soon, his c**k would be inside Leah and f*****g her senseless.