The Mafia's Bride

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Leah was not fully awake when Viktor brought her to the hotel.

Her eyes were open, but her body felt far away. Every movement came late, like her limbs were no longer listening to her. Her head was heavy, her thoughts slow, confused. She knew something was wrong—but she could not stop it.

Victor helped her stand and walk.

That was the part that hurt the most.

She tried to look at him, tried to reach out. “Victor… please,” she whispered. But her voice was weak. Her legs dragged behind her. She wanted to scream. She could not.

The water he had given her was drugged.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. But then her body began to feel strange. Her limbs were heavy, her head fuzzy, her thoughts slowed like she was moving underwater. Worst of it all—her body began to react in ways that frightened her. Heat rose inside her, a sensation she did not want, did not understand. Her heart raced, her breathing became uneven, her skin too sensitive, she could feel her c**t breathing heavily and her n*****s stood, pressing through her dress.

She realized then what Victor had done.

The drug wasn’t just to make her weak. It was to force her body into reacting in ways that confused her, made her vulnerable, made her easier to control. It was to increase her s****l urge, and it terrified her.

She felt trapped inside herself. She tried to fight it, pulling away, trembling, whispering for help. Her shame and fear grew with every passing second.

Victor did not answer. He did not look at her. He simply guided her to the door at the end of the hall.

When they reached it, he opened it and shoved her inside.

Leah stumbled forward, nearly falling. Her legs trembled, her arms weak. She tried to turn back, but he blocked her.

The door slammed behind her.

The sound echoed in the small room like a gunshot.

Leah fell to her knees. Her body shook. She pressed her face to the floor, trying to make herself smaller, trying to vanish. Tears burned her eyes. Her chest ached from panic.

He didn't have to do this.

Slowly, she lifted her head.

A man stood across the room.

He was older, strong, and dangerous-looking. His face was rough, twisted in ways that made her stomach churn. His eyes were sharp, cold, and hungry. He looked at her like she's a prey about to be devoured by her predator -him.

Leah’s heart pounded.

She tried to crawl backward, but her arms and legs were weak. The drug made it nearly impossible to move. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but her body refused.

“Please…” she whispered, voice shaking. “Don’t—please.”

The man smiled, dangerously, licking his lips with his tongue.

He stepped closer.

Leah pressed herself against the wall, trembling, tears streaming down her face. Her body reacted against her will. She hated the sensations that the drug forced on her. She hated that her body betrayed her. And she hated Victor most of all, for knowing what he had done, for using her, for selling her house to this blood sucking demon.

Panic and fear crashed through her. She could barely think, barely breathe, barely stay upright.

The man reached toward her.

Leah closed her eyes.

She waited for the worst.

He grabbed her “Exactly how I wanted it, weak but awake"he said.

His hand reached for her breast, his other hand pulling her dress above her thighs.

Then the door exploded open.

The sound shook the room. The man froze. Heavy footsteps filled the space.

Luca Russo stood there.

His face was dark with anger. His eyes were cold, deadly. Behind him were his men, silent and ready.

Leah could barely lift her head. She saw Luca’s face, and for the first time since she had been taken, a flicker of hope reached her.

The man stepped back, surprised.

Luca moved towards him, he grabbed him, slammed him against the wall. The man cried out, begged, but Luca did not listen.

He pulled out this pistol to kill him when he spoke “Do you know who I am, if you do you won't want to kill me”

“You think I care, you touched what belongs to me”

“I'm Anthony Orlov , leader of Orlov cartel”

“You don't want to know what my men will do to you, if you kill me” he added

The room went quiet.

Luca turned to Leah then to his men

“Take this fool away,”

He knelt carefully beside Leah, leaving space between them. He didn’t touch her. His voice was low.

“You’re safe now,” he said.

Leah could barely nod. Her body was weak, trembling. Her chest heaved. She tried to speak but only managed a broken whisper.

Luca stayed there, watching her. Not moving too close, but not leaving either.

The effects of the drug lingered. Her body still felt strange, confused, and vulnerable. She hated that her reactions had been stolen from her. She hated the fear she felt even in safety.

He gently lifted her to his shoulder, and carried her to his car.

That was when the full effect of the drug kicked him. Leah started touching herself, she pulled her dress up, shifted her panties and pushed her finger into her already dripping c**t.

She gasped, let out loud moans, moved her other hand from her hair to her neck then to her breast.

Luca couldn't control himself, she pulled his hands to feel her c**t.

But he couldn't do it

He had promised he would never force himself on her. He had said he would only touch her when she wanted it. And even now, after this terrifying ordeal, he kept that promise.

No matter how much he wanted her, he knew she wasn't in her correct senses.

When he got to the house, he carried her to her room, pressed her on the bed and gave her a goodnight kiss on her forehead.

The next morning, Leah woke up. She was weak and had a heavy hangover.

When she remembered what had happened to her,

thinking about Victor, about the hotel, about the old man, and about Luca.

Victor had betrayed her AGAIN.

Then again, she remembered that was her wedding day.