Claimed By The Mafia Alpha

t know what to do. Do I fight him now?

n me, much stronger. I can see the thickness of his muscles under the black

nds, he makes the decision for me. His hand leaves my hair and tugs at the blanket I’m holdin

ntinuing to pull at the blanket, slowly and inexorably. I know he’s doing it this way to prolong the tor

y chest, and my voice comes out sounding unexpectedly b

You’re wrong . . .” My voice is thick with unshed tears. “I only want Jake—” In an instant, his hand is wrapped around my throat. He doesn’t do anything else, do

cared to do anything else. He releases my throat. “Good,” he says in a

myself even closer to the wall. And still don’t let go of the bl

ad of standing there and letting him look at my naked body, I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the flo

knees. I’m terrified of what he’ll do to me now, and the tears burning my eyes finally escape, runnin

it can be painful. It’s really up to you.” Pleasurable? Is he insane? My entire body is shak

counting too, and when I get to four, I get up, tears still streaming down my face. I’m ashamed of my own cowardice, but I

ook at him, so I keep my eyes down. He apparently objects to that, because he tilts my chin up until I have no choice but to me

reaches for me, bending down. Before I can get really scared

I can’t help watching him. He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and the T-shirt comes off firs

ircumstances, I would’ve been thrilled to have such a good-loo

he bed to scrambling for the door—which he’d left open. I may be small, but I’m fast on my feet. I did track for ten years and was quite

front door when he catches me. His arms close around me from beh

m. He lifts me, and I kick back at him with my heels. I mana

you can run