Forced to Love by the Mafia

Chapter 2 Their First Encounter

"No! Let go of me, you bastards!"

Alice was thrown into a room, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was still unable to fully grasp what was happening.

She had actually seen Raymond again, the man she had longed for every day for years.

"I can't stay here. I need to find a way out." Alice forced herself to stay calm, desperately searching for any possible escape.

'Raymond will definitely come! And when he comes, hell will follow!'

The sheer terror of what awaited her made Alice's mind race with panic. She couldn't let herself imagine the horrors that were about to unfold.

But before she could think of anything, she heard footsteps approaching outside.

Suddenly, the sound of the door unlocking sent a jolt of fear through her, and Alice turned around in terror, only to see Raymond step into the room, his figure dark against the light from the hallway.

Alice backed away in fright, and Raymond paused his steps with a cold smile playing on his lips. "Are you waiting for me, sweetheart?"

Raymond loosened his tie, tossed it onto the couch, and then slowly started walking towards Alice. At the same time, his broad hands unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

Alice kept stepping back until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She tried to run, but the next second, a powerful force pinned her down on the bed.

"Let go of me! Raymond, don't do this!"

His warm palm slid up her leg and caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh. Raymond couldn't help but sigh—he had gone too long without touching her.

He kissed the nape of her neck and her shoulder while speaking in a sinister tone, "Alice, do you know what I've been thinking about all these years? I kept trying to find a reason for your betrayal, but I couldn't. You're so heartless, aren't you? You must've been so disappointed to see me still alive."

Alice tried to speak, but Raymond silenced her with a forceful kiss. Instinctively, she opened her mouth, and his warm tongue immediately slipped inside and tangled with hers.

She couldn't make a sound and could only feel his searing kiss. His calloused hands roamed over her body, sliding from her fragile neck to her chest, then down between her legs.

Suddenly, a soft moan escaped her lips. It had been so long since she'd been touched like this, and the moment his familiar hands found her body, it remembered the pleasure they had once given her, and she couldn't stop herself from becoming wet.

Her body's reaction brought a flush of embarrassment to her cheeks, and Raymond let out a soft chuckle. His fingers continued their descent to search out the spot that could bring her the most pleasure.

"No, Raymond, please let me go. I swear, I'll never show my face to you again—mmph!"

Before she could finish, Raymond deepened the kiss and bit down on her lips.

"Let you go? So you can disappear on me again?"

"It hurts!" Alice cried out, but Raymond simply yanked her hands down, forcing her to cling to his muscular back.

His slick tongue invaded her mouth and ruthlessly stole her breath. Alice, in her panic, bit him hard, but Raymond didn't retreat. Instead, his kiss grew even more ferocious!

Her clothes were torn off with brutal force, and the cold air made her body shiver. Raymond's lips traveled across her skin, leaving behind a trail of wet, icy kisses.

Alice whimpered, her lower body curling in on itself as the unbearable pleasure overwhelmed her. Raymond pinned her down with one hand, while the other undoing his own shirt, ready to fully claim the woman beneath him.

But just as he was about to invade her warm and tight body, a rapid knock sounded at the door.

"Who?" Raymond's voice was laced with irritation, the anger from being interrupted only amplifying his icy tone. "If this isn't something important, I think you know what'll happen."

A panicked, trembling voice responded from outside, "Sir, Mr. Crosby Brown just called with an urgent message. He says it's important."

"Crosby?" Raymond murmured with a deep frown. "Why would he be calling at a time like this?"

Crosby was Raymond's recent business partner, but more importantly, he was Alice's ex-fiancé. The fact that he was calling now could only mean trouble.

Raymond glanced down at Alice sprawled on the bed and bit her lip hard, a silent warning for her to behave. He then got up and walked away.

The room fell silent again, and Alice's ragged breathing gradually evened out. The sensation of Raymond's touch still lingered, and her chest, where his lips had been, remained cool and damp.

But her mind was now racing, spurred on by what Raymond's man had said.

Crosby was once her fiancé, a man who had worked under her father. Knowing Raymond's ruthless nature, Alice believed that he wouldn't have spared anyone connected to her after she betrayed him!

However, Crosby was not only alive but had become Raymond's partner. Alice thought maybe Crosby had found a way to avoid the fallout from her betrayal.

And if he had, that meant her father might still be alive too!

Despite the tension and fear she felt after seeing Raymond, the exhaustion of sleepless nights finally caught up with Alice, and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

In her dreams, she was taken back to the moment she first met Raymond.

Alice had once been a naive, carefree girl. She hated being under her father's watchful eye and was tired of everything in her life being controlled by him, so she snuck out with friends to a shady underground bar one night.

That night, she felt free. She danced on stage in a sexy, revealing outfit and drew the attention of every man in the bar.

Soon enough, a bunch of guys were offering to buy her drinks.

But while Alice wasn't looking, one of the men quickly slipped a drug into her glass and tried to coax her into drinking the spiked drink.

Alice picked up on the man's sinister intentions and refused to drink. But the guy wasn't having it and grabbed her, trying to force the drink down her throat.

Furious, Alice slapped him hard across the face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You're planning to force me, huh?"

She then grabbed her friend and tried to escape, but they were quickly surrounded by the man's buddies.

Alice, never having been in a situation like this, started to panic. She instinctively pushed her friend behind her and scanned the bar for a way out.

Suddenly, she noticed a group of men sitting in a booth in the corner, an area that no one else seemed to dare approach. Without hesitation, Alice dragged her friend over and burst into the booth.

"Hey, gentlemen, we're in trouble. Mind helping us out?" Alice pleaded, flashing her brightest smile.

The men, faced with such a stunning woman asking for help, seemed momentarily swayed, but none of them moved. Instead, they all turned their gaze towards the man sitting in the middle.

It was then that Alice noticed that man. His face was partially hidden in the shadows, but she could tell he was powerfully built, and he exuded a fierce, commanding vibe.

His right hand was covered in terrifying tattoos that snaked up into his sleeve. His long, sinewy fingers were almost mesmerizing, making her wonder what kind of pleasure they might bring to a woman in bed.

Without hesitation, Alice walked right up to the man.