Captivated By Ruthless Mafia Boss

Elena Pov “Arghh, let me go!” The scream just slipped out of my throat, sounding hoarse and full of despair. Nikol didn’t even blink. A soft, cold click echoed through this dimly lit room before his large fingers swept out and clamped tightly around my jaw. He forced my face upward, bringing his sharp, dark eyes just inches from mine. I could feel the dangerous aura radiating from him. “Can’t you just shut up, little bird?” he hissed. His deep, heavy voice sent a chilling sensation that pierced right down my spine. I shook my head with all my strength, trying to resist even though my jaw ached terribly. I would never give in—not as long as these damn ropes were tied around my wrists. I glared at him with every ounce of hatred I possessed. “Not until you let me go, Nikol!” I screamed right in his face. A dangerous, lopsided smile curved his firm lips. His grip tightened, pressing against my jawbone until a groan of pain escaped my lips. “It won’t be that easy, Elena.” That arrogant smile only stoked the fire of rage in my chest. Why do I have to be here? As far as I can remember, I’ve never had anything to do with a cold-blooded man like Nikolay Volkov. “What do you want from me, you bastard?” I snapped, trying to keep my voice from trembling. Nikol chuckled cynically. He brought his face close, letting his lips almost touch my earlobe as he whispered, “Want to know a secret? I really hate your brother.” My brow furrowed sharply as I tried to process his words through the pain. As far as I knew, Nikol was my cousin on my uncle’s side, and he was also known as a close business partner of Tristan, my biological older brother. Although we we shared family ties, I had almost never interacted with Nikolay. He was a mysterious man who always moved in elite circles and rarely attended family gatherings. “Why?” I asked with difficulty. Tristan always spoke of Nikol with great respect. To me, Tristan was the best older brother I’d ever had. So, what was really going on? “Why, you ask?” Nikol’s eyes suddenly flashed coldly, like obsidian. “Because that bastard of a brother of yours has crossed the line. He destroyed my business, and worse… he stole my girlfriend. My heart was pounding brutally fast. I knew nothing about the conflict between them. Tristan? Stealing someone else’s woman? That sounded impossible. “I don’t believe it!” I shouted loudly, trying to protest even though his grip made it hard for my mouth to move. With a rough jerk, Nikol slammed my jaw so hard that my head was thrown to the side. I winced as I touched my throbbing jaw. This man’s strength was no joke. He stood up, staring down at me like a terrifying giant shadow. I looked up, forced to meet his cold, analytical gaze as he scrutinized my appearance from head to toe with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Then, that smirk returned. Nikol squatted back down to match my height. His cold fingers touched my cheek, caressing it slowly with a terrifyingly sensual motion. I glared at him, longing to swat his hand away, but both of my wrists were still tied securely to the iron pole behind my back. ​“I'm curious..” Nikol murmured, his thumb rubbing my cheekbone. “How will Tristan react when I take his beloved little sister?” The touch of his finger trailed down, pressing lightly against my lower lip. Elena Vance, the youngest daughter of the Vance family. A woman whose presence was always strictly guarded. She had once admired Nikol handsome looks, but she never imagined that Nikol would kidnap her and steal her freedom. ​“You’re quite something, Elena,” he whispered softly, yet laced with menace. “It feels like a fitting payback for Tristan if I sleep with you... just like what he did to my woman.” Spit! ​Without a second thought, I spat right in his face. ​Nikol froze. He slowly pulled his hand back, wiping the spit off his cheek with the back of his finger. For a few seconds, a suffocating silence settled over the room. Then, his jaw set tightly, and raw fury flared in his eyes. SLAP! A hard slap landed on my cheek, making my head spin and leaving a burning sensation. Before I had a chance to process the shock, his fingers were already gripping my hair tightly. ​“Ahhn! Let go!” I screamed hysterically. ​Nikol turned a deaf ear to my cries. He pulled my hair tighter, forcing my face up to look at him. “How dare you spit on me?” he barked. ​His body moved closer until his warm breath, mixed with the scent of expensive cologne, assaulted my senses. Without loosening his grip on my hair, his other hand swiftly untied the knot around my wrists that bound me to the strip dance pole in the middle of the room. ​The moment I was freed, instead of letting me go, he dragged my body by my hair toward the king-sized bed in the middle of this black and red-themed holding room. ​“Let me go, you psychopathic bastard!” I screamed in desperation, clutching his wrist to lessen the pulling pain on my head. Nikol ignored me completely. He slammed my body onto the soft mattress and quickly pinned me down, locking my every move under his heavy weight. ​“You’re the most devilish man I’ve ever met!” I yelled right in front of his face. ​In an instant, Nikol brought his face closer to mine. A dark, sadistic smile carved onto his lips as he saw my eyes widen in terror. Our faces were mere inches apart, his ragged breath fanning across my skin. ​“A devil, huh?” he whispered coldly. “Then I will be the devil that haunts you forever, Elena. You will never be able to forget what I’m about to do to you tonight.”