BOUND TO THE MAFIA KING

k in the door and I was unable to move it. I stood up shakil

asped as Seba

on before meeting my eyes directly. I immediately turned aw

, and then he gripped my chin firmly with his big

spect?" He yelled, "Look me i

eyes, feeling tears build up in my eyes from nervousness. "Y-yes sir," I spoke whi

to distance myself from Paul and become independent; I had

that I shouldn't let myself be

lid seconds before nodding and releasing

king his way to the glass table in his conveniently sized conference room

he know? No, he might have been lying to see if I would confe

ters, I inhaled deeply. "What do you mea

e table, and laughed as though he

, how did you end up trapped on the door? He showed his

n't last, so I worried at this point and made a wider hole

now something," he murmured in a low, s

dded my head, even though I didn't understand the foreign words

nd lowered his lips to my right ear before whispering, "So if somebody eve

ly considering how near he was

aight again, as if he could sense my anxiety radi

u hear? And don't tell me lies." With all tr

ondered. I continued staring at him as his jaw tightened

cumstance, I chose the latter option. "I didn't hear anything." Despite

ce, and I sensed that he

only run a hand through his thick, dark hair, I relaxed and nearly let out

to one of bewilderment before qui

u'll be punished, ragazza timida. Sebastian said, his handsome features wearing a serious expression. I had n

gave him a bo

the chills those words brought me for s

eave now." As I was ready to turn ar

abruptly. "Stay, le

p at him and furrowed my brows in perp

I said in a repetitiv

. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at me, saying,

an kidding

scowled as I

ighted as he repe

I promptly corrected m

Sebastian gave me a sta

er sofa across from me, I only replied,

ian replied abruptly as he g

ted in me? Tha

mean not to be rude, I was just..." befo

on his face, he asked, "I mean, w

wasn't sure how to respond t

h a field. Do you lack respect for yourself? Are you a whòre? You had to be a slút-maid to get a simple job. Abruptl

nd I-" I began tremblingly, feeling embarrassed by my

ou do

's thoughts and words cause

from anything else, but you choose this? You're weak and pathetic. Your maids are all the same; you

t sir, why would you buy maids t

y to assist you and demonstrate your true worthlessness as a whore if you are willi

oken to me in such a nasty way? I am aware that neither he nor I knew each other, but

me, he boomed abru

my emotions. "Yes sir," I said, then

the room and walked around the c

wing myself to cry for once. I had neglected to perform anything correctly for a long time,

wing him to

rect. I am wort

're

ttle with myself and was

detested me and desired m

tred was r

detest S