Taming My Savage Mafia

Inevitable Desire

Luna turned around, her face ghostly pale. "Michael, they were only following orders!"

Michael set his phone aside and gripped Luna’s face firmly, his thumb brushing against her trembling lips.

"In this world, sweetheart, they must learn that obeying my father’s orders to hurt you is an act of war," he whispered, his eyes dark with a profound, terrifying obsession. "I didn't bring you here to watch you be broken. If the world has to burn to keep you safe, then by God, Luna, I will be the one to turn it to ash."

“Michael,” Luna breathed, terrified. It was the first time she had heard such monstrous words from the man she loved. "This isn't you."

“This is exactly who I am.”

“No, the Michael I know couldn't even bring himself to shoo away a stray cat.”

He went silent. Then, as quickly as the monster had appeared, it vanished. He looked at her with a sweet, tender smile, as if the darkness had never existed.

“Let me finish this up first, okay?” Michael focused back on the ointment. But his gentle touch began to stir a different sensation in Luna. “Ah!” She let out an involuntary moan; that area had always been sensitive.

“I think that’s all of them,” Michael said.

But as he moved to get up, Luna pulled him back into an embrace. She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of his skin against hers. Despite the horror of his true nature, she found herself craving his touch.

“You’re not healed yet,” Michael said, turning back. He was keenly aware of the sudden heat in her gaze.

“So?” Luna kissed the palm of his hand. “Since when were you the patient type? Especially when 'he' is already awake.”

Michael smirked. He shed his shirt and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Luna, her patience exhausted, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

They were still lost in the kiss as she slid her undergarments down. With practiced ease, Michael reached for her center, his fingers finding their mark.

“Michael, you’re really not disgusted?”

“Not for a single second, Love.”

“But there are so many women who are eager to take my place.”

“Shh. You aren't an object, Luna. No one can replace you. Besides, you know better than anyone—you’re the only one who can tame me. Only you can wake him up.”

They made love like a pair who hadn't seen each other in years, ignoring the stings and aches of their bodies. There was only a desperate, gnawing longing to be satisfied.

Michael made Luna moan so loudly that Sapphire, standing guard outside, could hear it clearly. Hours later, Michael finally emerged, his clothes disheveled, but only after ensuring Luna had fallen back into a deep sleep.

“What do you think?” Michael asked Sapphire as he quietly pulled the door shut.

“About what, Master?”

“That girl. She was tortured only yesterday, yet today she’s seducing me. It would be normal if she kicked me out or cursed my name. Do you think this behavior is ... normal?”

“I wouldn't dare presume, Master. But I have seen victims of violence act as though nothing happened to mask their trauma. Perhaps the Lady needs a specialist.”

“Then find a psychiatrist we can trust, Sapphire.”

“Understood.” Sapphire followed Michael, maintaining a respectful distance.

They returned to the main house, where Michael’s quarters were located. But before entering, Michael paused. “Oh, Sapphire. Those two bastards who died yesterday, you killed them, didn't you?”

“I did, Master,” Sapphire answered without a second thought. He had no intention of lying.

“Why?”

“They hurt the Lady,” Sapphire replied calmly. “The Lady’s enemies are your enemies, and I am your blade. If you don’t like it, I am ready to accept the penalty.”

Michael stared intensely at his loyal subordinate for several chilling seconds, searching for a flicker of doubt in Sapphire’s eyes. Instead, he grinned and clapped the man hard on the shoulder.

“You’re too soft, Sapphire. Death was too easy for them,” Michael whispered, his lips curling. “Torture anyone who dares touch Luna. Make them wish they had died long before. You understand me, don't you?”

“Your wish is my command,” Sapphire bowed. “By sunrise, the third executioner will be dealt with.”

“Good. You never disappoint me.”

After escorting Michael back to his room, Sapphire returned to the pavilion where Luna was staying. He knew no rest. In the dimly lit corridor, he sat upright, his fingers gripping a fully loaded pistol.

Two maids were inside the room, but Sapphire was the final fortress outside the door. Michael’s orders were clear: no one gets near.

Sapphire watched the end of the dark hallway with eyes like a hawk. Tonight, he wouldn't let even a fly pass. Anyone who dared appear before him without permission would be sent to hell before they could utter a word of explanation.