The Mafia Lord's Mistress
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I bought you. I fu
at up from my curled-up position and looke
my voice barely
're mine now," he said, his vo
so lost in the moment, thinking that he had bought me to save me
ng with each word. "I thought you bought me t
ning. "I bought you. I could have let you go, let them do whatev
cracking. "Why would you do
to. I wanted to see what you were like. I w
my chest. It felt like he was playing
mere whisper. "Take me home. I d
don't have a home. Not anymore. Your new
y voice choked with tea
ay eyes now dark and unreadable. I felt like I
because I could no longer hold them back just lik
e was so cold, so indifferent. It was like I was just another obj
t ready," he said, his voice a low growl
him, my body sha
ng. "Please, don't make me do
erheard what I was saying to the man who bought me. "You don't have
" I sobbed, my tears falling f
, his voice a cruel whispe
with the man who bought me. He didn't say a word, just watched
s from mine. I flinched away, but he didn't move. His eyes were still dark and unread
voice low and husky. "Why do
could feel his breath on my skin. It was intoxicating. But I coul
" I said, my voice tremblin
e seemed to be thinking. He leane
owly, his lips forming a small s
d raced, trying to figure out why he thought my name sounded fa
I asked, my voic
ntinued to stare at me, h
st," I choked out, tears streaming down my face.
re a virgin, just like the auctioneer had assu
gaze. "I'm nineteen," I mumbl
nce of the room. "Go inside the house, clean up and have somet
r. He watched me go, his eyes following my every move. I felt
ashing away the grime and dirt of the past twenty-four hours. As I stood t
lt towards him. I knew it was crazy, but I found myself wanting him
d. It was a crazy idea, a despe
before us, he spoke. "Look, Amaya," he said, his voice serious. "I'm n
y heart pounding in my chest, "That way
"Who are you to make demands?" he a
rt. I had never felt so re
d, my voice barely audible. "He's powerfu
face. "Dangerous, you say?" he murm