OBSESSION OF THE MAFIA KING

sour tang of sweat hung heavy in the air, clinging to my skin like a second layer of filth. My knees

ey'd sneered, their mocking laugh

pawn in a cruel game played by those who hold the power. My memories of freedom are fleeting,

," the handler barked

d the velvet drape, I could hear the low hum of voices-men with money and influence, gathered here to bid on lives like

gentlemen, we have something truly special for you tonight. A rare

as I realized he wa

d me, and the roar of the crowd felt like a physical blow. My hands clenched at my

oice oily and insincere. "A virgin, as pure as the

es. The numbers climbed higher and higher, the frenzy feeding on its

, a voice cut through

mill

m fell

ering frame shrouded in shadows. Despite the dim light, I could make out his sharp features-the chiseled jaw, and the piercing blue e

, his smile faltering. "Five mill

er bidder called out

the crowd. I could feel the tensio

didn't even blink.

erupted i

h that much!"

e ins

is eyes were locked on mine, a sile

rought down the gavel. "Sold! To Mr.

mors-whispers of a ruthless king who ruled the Russian mafia with an ir

waiting area. My legs felt like jelly, my mind spinning with questi

r came so

he was, filling the doorway with his presence. The room s

mmanded, his voic

te, scurrying out of the

f fear and fascination. He took a step closer, his moveme

ice soft but laced with steel. "An

ther to feel reli

The room was small, and suffocating, with Dante Stormborn looming in its center. His piercing blue eyes pinned

his deep voice reverbera

rd, unable to

g closer. "Men like me don't make purc

sion. The way he looked at me wasn't like the others at the auction. They had stared at me as th

re," he said, his voice softening ever so slightl

it wasn't. His words were a promise,

managed to whisper,

o a faint smirk. "B

explanation, no deeper reason. H

ended a hand toward me. I flinched, the m

"Don't fear me like that.

d at a life of violence, yet his fingers were steady, as though offering an unspoken pr

t crushing, his warmth s

he said, his tone leavi

, almost meaningless. I did

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e was guarded by men in suits, their expressions stoic and unyielding. Dante ushered me inside, his

ing glances at him. He sat across from me, his posture relaxed ye

that," he said, his voi

at flooding

he continued, his gaze locking onto mine.

n't d

"Let me make it simple for you. I am a monster. Bu

d over me, leaving me both ter

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armed men, it was a fortress disguised as a mansion. Marble floors gleamed under the soft g

Dante said as he led me t

ion as we passed. They watched me, their gazes curious but res

ng corridor lined with doors. He stopped in front of

ours," he

it could hold more clothes than I'd ever owned and a balcony that overlooked the sprawling e

u clothes," Dante said. "Fo

ve, but I found

lancing over

from me?" I asked, my vo

osing the door behind him. The cl

that you belong to me now. Your past is irrelevant. Your fears, your doubts-

hless. There was no escape from him, no

. I didn't know what my new life would bring, but one thing was certain-Dante Sto