Tamed By The Mafia King

First Lesson (2)

CADEN

WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINED A LOT OF HUMILIATION AND NON-CON ACTIVITIES.

The sound of her voice send blood rushing down my c**k, and it took everything in me not to pin her against the wall and f**k some senses into her brain.

“You’re right," I leaned in, brushing my mouth against her ear. “But there are worse things than death, princess.”

She stiffened.

I pulled back just enough to see her expression. Her eyes glamoured with fear, hatred, and something that made my c**k twitch with interest.

“You ran away from my men,” I murmured, dragging my gaze down her body. “You want to know what happens when someone crosses me?”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

I grabbed her wrist, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to let her know she wasn’t in control anymore.

“I'll show you.”

And with that, I turned and dragged her out of the room. I didn't miss the anxious look on my man's face when I dragged her out. The sorry look on the girls face was just as clear as water.

They thought I was going to kill her, but death is easy.

She didn’t deserve easy.

I released her wrist only to slam the door shut as soon as we got to my room. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes flickering over the room, calculating. Looking for exits, maybe even weapons.

But there weren’t any.

Just me.

"What are you going to do?" She lifted her chin, still trying to summon that fire in her eyes. Brave girl.

"What am I going to do?" I repeated her question slowly like I was savoring her fear in her eyes.

"I am going to break you," I murmured, brushing a finger along her jaw slowly. "Not with bruises, but I'd make you beg for my mercy."

She flinched, but she didn’t step back. That defiance—God, it only made me harder.

"I'd rather die," she hissed, but I didn't miss the crack in her voice.

"No," I said softly, grabbing her by the throat. "Death is a privilege. You don't get to choose it. I decide when you beg for it."

I leaned in until my breath kissed her ear. "And trust me, you will beg."

She swallowed the lumps in her throat, and the flicker of defiance in her eyes almost made me grin.

"Get on your knees."

She shook her head drastically as her eyes twisted in disgust. "Over my dead body."

It's not up for an argument. "Do it or I'll call in every man you passed tonight and have them watch," I threatened.

Her lips trembled, but she didn't move.

I grabbed her shoulder and shoved her down, letting her fall hard on her knees. The sound of her muffled tears echoed through the air. I knew I won from how silent she had become.

"See?" I muttered. "You're already halfway there. I stepped closer, my presence towering above her. She looked up, and the hatred in her eyes were still burning. Even on her knees, she wouldn't give up.

God, she looked glorious in defiance, and the thought of having her lips warm against my c**k makes me even harder.

I reached down, brushing my fingers against her cheeks. She flinched, but didn't pull away.

"Now," I ordered. The way she glared at me, even from the floor with pride ends tonight. I bent slightly, brushing a knuckle along her cheeks. She jerks her head away but she couldn't move far.

"Still pretending to be strong, huh?"

"You're nothing but a heartless beast!" She spat.

"You don't learn, do you?" I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back. She gasped in pain, but my only concern was teaching her a lesson.

"You're just another slut, my slut," I hissed.

Her hands came up, pushing between my thighs, my belt, anywhere she could reach, trying to break free, but I didn't budge.

I shoved her backward, and she took it as her cue to run, but I caught her by her ankle and dragged her back.

"Please..." she coughed out, and that one word got me cold.

I wasn't moved. Heck, nothing moves me, but she was cracking, and I f*****g love it.

"Oh, now you beg?" I mocked. "It's too late for mercy, sweetheart."

Her eyes went wide as I reached for my belt. She tried to crawl, but I grabbed her hair and yanked her closer.

"You had a choice."

She thrashed in my grip, trying to break free. "Let. Me. Go!" She cried as she scraped her nails on my wrist. I ignored her tantrums and forced her mouth open.

"Bite me, and I'd cut off your tongue," I warned. "Now, be a good girl."

The moment my c**k sprang free, her eyes widened and she turned her head.

"Open your mouth," I snarled.

She kept her mouth shut, until I grabbed her jaw, before thrusting my c**k in her mouth.

I released a low groan the moment I felt her tongue wrapped against my c**k. So f*****g warm. I tilt my head back, waiting to feel the ecstasy, when I felt her teeth grazing my skin.

FUCKING BITCH

I yanked back before she could bite me deep, as my blood boiled with rage.

Slapping her face so hard with my c**k that her face flushed red from embarrassment and tears glistened in her eyes, my hand fisted into her hair, grabbing a huge chunk as I pulled her forth.

“You try anything crazy and I swear with my life that I will cut your mouth open so much that the scar would reach up to your ears.” I gritted, my blood boiling and I felt like a tiny push from her and I was definitely going to explode.

Fear, stark and vivid, showed in her eyes.

“Now, you’re going to take this c**k like the f*****g w***e you are! It’s why I bought you!” My voice resonated through the room as I kept on slapping her cheeks until it turned red.

“You’re useless, Birdie, I bought you just so you could please me and you’re going to do it right!” Her cheeks were streaked with spit and my precum.

Her face, her red rosy cheeks made my c**k throb and I could tell that despite not penetrating her, she had such a hold on me that I could feel my orgasm at the tip of my c**k.

Tears pricked in the corner of her eyes but she wouldn’t let it fall.

“You’re trying to be stubborn but I’m breaking you,” I growled, reminding her of her status as my c**k slapped her again.

“On your knees, that’s where you belong!” I gripped her throat, forcing her to look at me, and with a groan, I released a warm stream of my piss on her face.