The Mafia's Vengeful Desire

oth fabric catching the dim light of the room as she moved. The neckline plunged daringly low, flaunting her cleavage with an enticing allure that was impossibl

ing much of her back exposed, the gown draping seductiv

ght, her mind racing for an escape, but she knew there was no way out of the cruel fate awaiting her. Alessandro

er eyes adjusted to the low light. Alessandro stood near the window, his broad, muscular back facing her, glistening with

everberating through Isabela's trembling frame. His voice carried a cold, inescapable power, and Isabela felt h

r palms slick with sweat. Alessandro strode towards a leather couch and sat down, his gaze never leaving her, preda

ordered, his tone

er voice barely a whisper. She was utterly petrified, and her mi

darkened with frustration as he grabbed a remote from the side table and pressed a button. Instantly, the

nd her, intensifying th

d there, frozen under his piercing gaze, her mind reeling as she tried to fig

jaw tightened, and without breaking eye contact with Isabela, he reached for his belt buckle. The metallic clink of the buckle being undone echoe

s laced with a cruelty that made her blood run cold. "Alright." He paused, his li

e silence like a whip. The first strike landed on her buttocks with a sharp crack, and a scream tore from her throat. The pain was searin

followed. And

Three

el the heat rising from the welts that formed under her clothing, her breath ragged and shallow as tears spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks. Her mind

isper between sobs. She was on the brink of collapse, her strength ra

s cold, merciless gaze bore down on her like a predator savoring its prey. "Call me mast

d through trembling lips, her body shaking uncontrollably from both pain and fear. "I-I will do what you say..." Her words hung in the a

and she could not imagine why this was happening to her. Tears ran down her cheeks as she

haking, and her knee

othing left on you,"

ease...spare m

It was a taser. The realization hit her like a brick wall, cold and paralyzing. It was him. The man who

room like a whip, and Isabela's body froze for a moment, before she forced herself to comply. She swayed more deliberately now, trying to

ained hard, a flicker of something darker in his eyes as he leaned forward slightly, his fingers drumming against the co

commanded, his voice low but laced with authority. His eyes gleamed as he issued the ord

m her ribcage. The tears that had been streaming down her cheeks came harder now, her vision blurred as she whispered in desperation, "N

t motion, he reached for the bedside table, grabbing something from the drawer. The tension in the room became unbearable, suffocating. Isabela's body shook violently, her kne