Ruined By The Ruthless Don

The Mafia Princess Started a War

Lila’s eyes stayed locked on the leather belt in his hands.

Her chest rose and fell fast. She couldn’t stop shaking.

“Beg better, Lila” he said again, voice low.

She swallowed hard, tears still running down her face. “Please… I’m begging you. Don’t hit me with that. I’m sorry for seeing what I saw. I’m really sorry. I’ll be quiet. I’ll do whatever you say. Just… please don’t hurt me.”

Damien stood there for a moment, looking at her.

He folded the belt once, then let it hang by his side. He didn’t speak.

Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. His free hand rested on her thigh, thumb moving slowly up and down her skin.

Lila flinched at the touch. Her body was still sensitive from the gun earlier.

She felt exposed and dirty, but the warmth of his hand made her skin tingle in a way that scared her even more.

He moved his hand higher, brushing his fingers lightly over her wet folds.

Lila gasped and tried to pull away, but the chains held her open. A small, broken sound left her mouth.

“You’re still wet,” he said quietly.

Lila turned her face away, crying softly. “I can’t help it… I’m scared. My body is just… I don’t know why it’s doing this.”

Damien stayed silent. He put the belt down on the bed beside her and used both hands now.

One stayed between her legs, rubbing slow circles around her c**t with his rough fingers. The other hand squeezed her breast again, pinching the n****e gently this time. Lila bit her lip hard, trying not to moan, but her hips twitched anyway.

The pleasure mixed with fear in a confusing way. She felt dirty reacting, but she couldn’t stop the heat building low in her stomach.

Her breathing grew heavier. Small whimpers escaped her every time his finger brushed her most sensitive spot.

“Please…” she whispered. “I’m a good girl. I’ve never done anything like this before. Don’t make me feel like this.”

He didn’t answer with words. He just kept touching her, slow strokes that made her thighs tremble.

Every time she got close to that edge, he slowed down or moved his hand away, leaving her aching and frustrated.

Lila didn’t understand what was happening to her body. She hated him for it, but she also hated how empty she felt when he stopped.

Damien leaned over her. His face was close. She could see the scar on his jaw and the darkness in his eyes.

For a second, something almost like hesitation crossed his face.

His hand between her legs paused.

He pulled back a little. His fingers left her completely. Lila let out a shaky breath, both relieved and strangely disappointed.

He picked up the belt again. Lila’s heart jumped back into her throat.

But he didn’t hit her with it. He dragged the soft leather slowly over her breasts, across her stomach, and down between her legs.

The smooth material brushed against her wet p***y, teasing her. Lila moaned softly before she could stop herself.

Damien watched her reaction carefully. His breathing was a little heavier now too. He pressed the folded belt against her c**t and rubbed it back and forth, slow and firm. Lila’s back arched. The sensation was different from his fingers, smoother, scarier and hotter.

“I… I can’t take this,” she cried, voice breaking. “It feels too much. Please stop… or… I don’t know.”

He kept going. The pressure built again, stronger this time.

Lila’s legs shook. She was right on the edge, tears mixing with the unwanted pleasure.

Her mind was screaming that this was wrong, that he was the man who killed someone in front of her, but her body was chasing the release.

Just when she thought she was about to fall over the edge, Damien pulled the belt away completely.

Lila let out a frustrated, broken sob. Her p***y throbbed painfully, wet and empty. She looked up at him with wide, desperate eyes.

He stood up. For a moment, he just looked at her; naked, chained, crying, and clearly aching for something she didn’t want to want.

Then he reached for the button of his pants.

Lila’s voice came out in a panic. “Wait… please… I’m not ready for that. I’m begging you. Don’t do this to me tonight.”

Damien paused with his hand on his zipper. His eyes met hers. There was something in them. Probably conflict or hunger maybe. Or both.

He took one step closer, still holding the belt in his other hand.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t take what I want right now,” he said, voice low.

Lila’s mind went blank with fear and heat.

She opened her mouth to answer, but before she could speak, the heavy basement door suddenly burst open.

A man’s urgent voice cut through the room.

“Boss! We have a problem upstairs. Victor Voss’s men are already moving. They know she’s here.”

Damien’s head snapped toward the door. His body tensed.

Lila’s heart pounded even harder. Her father already knew?

The Devil looked back at her, eyes dark with new danger. His hand tightened on the belt.