Playing with Mafias

Pretend

When morning came, Lyra woke up sore and aching.

Damien was still asleep beside her with his arm across her stomach like a chain.

"This piss of s**t… he's not romantic at all," she muttered, irritation flashing in her eyes.

'I'll play your game to survive, Damien Blackwood… but you'll learn I'm not one to be toyed with.'

***

Damien stirred awake to the sound of soft crying from the bathroom. Memories of the night hit him hard.

"That damn drug," he cursed, rushing to the bathroom door. Inside, Lyra sat naked on the tile floor, tears streaming down her face.

She flinched back as he entered, her eyes wide with terror.

'Look at you now… so concerned,' she thought, letting her lip tremble.

'I'll have you wrapped around my finger before you know it.'

"Y..you… don't come closer…" she whispered, voice broken.

Damien stopped short, his heart clenching. "It's okay… I'm sorry," he said softly, sitting carefully away from her.

The sight of her made desire and protectiveness shift within him.

"You bullied me," she said softly.

A wave of heat surged through him as his breathing grows heavy but before he could act, Lyra tensed violently, scrambling back until she hit the wall.

"Please… stop…" she gasped, then her eyes rolled back and she collapsed forward into his arms, blood trickling from her mouth.

"Lyra!" Damien shouted, catching her. "Kai.. get in here!"

His right-hand man burst in, freezing at the sight of the unconscious woman.

"Call a private female doctor now!" Damien ordered, panic seizing him.

He carried her to the bed, washing her gently before dressing her in his oversized shirt.

She looked impossibly small and vulnerable in it.

Dr. Sarah Martinez arrived twenty minutes later, her expression hardening into a glare the moment she saw Lyra.

"Mr. Blackwood," she said coldly.

"I've treated assault victims for fifteen years. If you ever touch her like this again, every newspaper will know what you are."

She examined Lyra quickly.

"Bruises show she struggled. Minor concussion, extreme stress, and exhaustion. She needs rest. Sedatives will help her sleep, but any more fear could worsen her condition."

With one final warning glare, she left.

Damien stood by the bed, brushing hair from Lyra's cheek.

He pulled out his phone, his voice turning cold.

"Find out who drugged me last night," he ordered. "I'll give you One day.... bring me answers or prepare your graves."

He hung up, tracing her lips with his finger.

'I'm so f****d up,' he thought. Even if she'd drugged him, he was already wrapped around her finger.

He left quietly, closing the door behind him.

***

Across the city, in a luxurious penthouse overlooking the government district, Silva Castellano sat behind a massive desk tapping his fingers against the surface as he stared at his computer screen.

The screen flickered in the dimly lit office, casting shadows across Silva Castellano's sharp features as he leaned back in his leather chair.

On the monitor in front of him, the video played every intimate moment between Damien and Lyra captured in clear detail.

He'd planted hidden cameras in the room weeks ago, planning to use them for leverage if needed. But he'd never imagined he'd be watching this.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, drinking in every movement and every sound.

When he saw Lyra gasp and moan Damien's name, a low growl rumbled in his chest. His hand moved slowly down his torso, fingers brushing over the growing bulge in his pants.

"Look at you, baby…" he murmured to the screen, his voice thick with need.

"So beautiful when you're lost in pleasure…"

He unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened c**k as he stroked himself in time with Damien's thrusts on the video.

The sight of Lyra's flushed face and her soft moans echoing from the speakers was driving him wild.

"Such a good girl for him…" he groaned, his movements growing faster as he watched her climax on screen.

"But you should be moaning my name instead…"

His grip tightened around himself as he imagined it was his hands on her body, his lips on her skin.

The video showed Damien collapsing against her, and jealousy flared hot in Silva's chest.

"She's mine," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

"You belong to me, Lyra… not him…"

He came hard, his release coating his hand as he imagined it was her tight p***y around him instead.

Leaning back in his chair, he stared at the screen where Lyra lay asleep in Damien's arms, a dark smile playing on his lips.

"Soon, sweetheart… soon you'll know who really deserves you…"