Revenge In The Mafia's Bed

5

A Wild First Night

The atmosphere inside VIP suite 888 had shifted completely. The cool air from the air conditioner was scorched away by the burning heat radiating from two bodies now fused in unstoppable passion. The darkness of the room, lit only by the dim glow of a corner lamp, cast intimate shadows that stared back at them from the kingsize bed draped in black silk sheets.

Christian loomed over Audrey’s petite frame with absolute dominance. He left no room for reason. To him, the woman beneath him had surrendered willingly—or at the very least, fate had thrown her directly into his grasp. His warm, muscular hands crept to her shoulders, shoving the remnants of her torn offwhite dress until it slipped completely from her body.

The sensation of the satin sliding down revealed the natural beauty hidden beneath. Audrey’s skin, usually porcelainwhite, was now a deep shade of pink, emitting a sweet scent that mingled with the heat, stinging Christian’s senses.

"Mmm..." A hoarse moan escaped Audrey’s lush lips as Christian’s rough fingers caressed her waistline.

The aphrodisiac Victoria had slipped her had shattered Audrey’s entire system of control. She couldn't think, couldn't remember who she was, or what danger lurked. All that remained in her instincts was a desperate, overwhelming thirst for the cold touch of the man above her. As Christian’s cool, broad chest pressed against her feverish body, Audrey arched her back, drawing closer as if seeking refuge from the inner torment pounding through her veins.

A dark smirk etched itself onto Christian’s handsome face. A wild, alpha possessiveness flared as he witnessed the natural response of his prey. Christian despised hesitation, and Audrey’s surrender—wrapped in blazing passion—ignited his predatory instincts.

"You asked for this, Miss..." Christian whispered in a low, gravelly voice, right against her ear.

He bowed his head, locking his lips onto hers in a deep, hot, and demanding kiss. There was no softness in his touch; there was only a powerful invasion. His kiss was so possessive that it drained the last of Audrey’s breath until she was overwhelmed, able only to clutch at his tense, sturdy shoulders.

When his lips trailed down to her neck and delicate collarbone, she groaned in defeat. Her small fingers moved uncontrollably, digging into his broad back. Her skin felt the raised contours of the black mamba tattoo etched there—rough yet sharp beneath her trembling touch.

Christian gave no quarter. His movements were swift, bold, and laden with uncompromising dominance. He united their bodies in one definitive thrust, shattering all distance and doubt between them.

Audrey gasped, stifled by the wave of passion crashing over her. A sharp pain pierced her consciousness for a brief moment, signaling that her innocence had been taken tonight. Yet, before her mind could process the pain, the heat from the drug and Christian’s manipulative expertise washed it all away.

Christian moved with an intense, possessive rhythm. Every motion mirrored the soul of a mafia boss accustomed to controlling everything with an iron fist. He pinned both of Audrey’s hands above her head, locking her delicate wrists in his unshakable grip.

The room was filled with ragged, overlapping breaths, the friction of tangled silk, and low whispers laced with surrender. Audrey drowned in an ocean of artificial passion, merging with the raw dominance of the darkeyed man. Every one of Christian’s touches incinerated her remaining fear, replacing it with a burst of sensation she had never imagined in her innocent life.

Christian continued to hunt and demand absolute satisfaction from the body beneath him, as if to mark her—to declare that from this night on, she belonged to him. Under the shadow of the dense Manhattan night, the innocence of the fairy in the offwhite dress was shattered into pieces, bound to the dark destiny of the New York mafia boss.

A Father’s "Affectionate" Slap

The yellow taxi carrying Audrey stopped right in front of the towering iron gates of the grand Sterling residence in the Upper East Side, Manhattan. After buying oversized, cheap clothes at a roadside shop to hide the trail of her cursed night, Audrey limped across the courtyard. Every step brought excruciating pain, both to her bruised body and her heart, which tightened with fear and exhaustion.

With trembling hands, Audrey pushed open the main teak door of the Sterling estate. She only wanted to get inside, wash away the feeling of filth, and try to explain what had happened.

But the moment her foot touched the cold marble floor of the foyer, a large, tall figure strode toward her. The middleaged man’s face was beetred with burning rage, his eyes glaring with hatred.

SLAP!

The sound of a thunderous slap echoed throughout the room. The impact of his thick hand was so precise that it sent Audrey’s face reeling to the side. Her limp body couldn't hold its weight, crashing onto the cold marble. The corner of her lip split, trickling fresh red blood down her chin.

"You ungrateful brat! You have truly shamed the Sterling family name!" screamed Thomas Sterling, Audrey’s biological father. His voice shook the room, filled with unbearable wrath.

Audrey held her burning, throbbing cheek. Tears instantly welled up and wet her pale face. She looked up, staring at the man she had once deeply respected with a look of shattered disbelief.

"Daddy... please, listen to me..." Audrey whimpered in a voice barely audible. "Someone trapped me last night... They drugged my drink—"

"Enough, Audrey! Don't spout your cheap lies in front of your father!"

Victoria’s cold voice cut Audrey off. Her stepmother stepped gracefully from the direction of the living room, accompanied by Chloe, who wore a mask of feigned concern while her eyes flashed with triumph. Victoria held a sophisticated tablet, which she tossed onto the floor right in front of Audrey.

"See for yourself your vile behavior last night! You still dare to lie about drugs?!" Victoria hissed with a tone dripping in deceit.

The tablet screen displayed a video recording that had been meticulously doctored. In the short clip, Audrey could be seen walking alone into a VIP room, accepting a stack of money from a man, and willingly surrendering herself. The video had been cut and edited to erase any sign of coercion, kidnapping, or the sedatives that had incapacitated her. The footage presented a single, perfect narrative: Audrey Sterling had knowingly sold herself for money.

"This video was sent by the hotel management this morning, Thomas," Victoria said, her tone dripping with fake sobs as she clung to Thomas’s arm. "I tried to cover this up, but I couldn't. Audrey didn't just ruin our company’s celebration party last night; she acted like a cheap woman in the very hotel where our business partners were staying!"

"No... This isn't true! This video is a lie! Mommy and Chloe were the ones who told the servant—" Audrey tried to defend herself, her finger trembling as she pointed toward Victoria.

"Shut your mouth!" Thomas barked, completely ignoring the agony in his own daughter’s eyes. He wouldn't even look at her bleeding lip or the tattered clothes wrapping her trembling frame. To Thomas, business reputation and the honor of the Sterling family were above everything else.

"I never raised you to be a prostitute, Audrey!" Thomas screamed, his breath hitching, his eyes staring sharply at his daughter as if she were the most disgusting stain that had ever existed in his life. "From this second on, don't you ever dare call yourself part of this family!"