Kidnapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Mafia Don

e steps in, using his height and his stern manner to his advantage. Possessively, he drapes his arm around my shoulder. I wince when he touches me. Noctus is much taller than me, y

avoidable that people may be killed over unseen lines and corrupt politicians. However, there is no greater insult than removing a don's daughter from her family, erasing her last name, beding her, depriving her of her dignity, and giving her children the enemy's last name and blood. If Salvatore had an entire army at his disposal, he couldn't harm my father as much. The revelation silences Noctus as he stands. He sees something new when he looks at me again: the first live fight being fought on a battlefield. Like a dog retreating from a fight, he avoids eye contact by lowering his head. "Sir, I didn't mean to ask you a question." With a smile that stops short of his eyes, Salvatore remarks, "Well, it would be dangerously stupid if you did." Find Leo and tell the others about it. Ask him to move the automobile around. As his boots' tread wanes along the corridor, Noctus nods. Before I can even think of a way out, Salvatore's hold turns into an iron vice around my arm, and any hope I had is extinguished like an ember once more. Without saying anything, he walks by

ions, Salvatore ignores me. A dark Rolls-Royce stops in front of us, reflecting every light in its glossy luster. Even though I was raised in a wealthy household and have strapped my car seat in the back of armored Bentleys and Mercedes since I was a baby, this degree of luxury is new to me. For us, the driver opens the door. "You're behind the wheel," Salvatore informs him. The fact that Salvatore typically drives even when he is not required to does not surprise me. He appears like a man who always wants to be in control. He must now dominate me, though, in addition to everything else. Salvatore sprawls me across his lap in the backseat rather than taking the wheel. He seems to be unable to stop touching me or staring at me. I'm trying not to be impressed by his sudden obsession, but he's making it impossible. He looks at me like he's never seen another lady before. Many men have gazed at me and expressed interest in me. I've never had somebody stare at me like that. I can almost pretend that this isn't just a crazy person with a blood vengeance grabbing power if I close my eyes. In a voice accustomed to dispensing commands, he continues, "Don't hide from me." I become aware that my arm is still tightly clamped over my breasts. Refusing to let me cover myself, he pries it away. He treats my body as if he already owned it, rubbing my bare nipple with his thumb only to see it become darker and more rigid. The back of the automobile is filled with my labored breathing. "You don't get any care, do you?" As his hands get tired, he asks in a hushed voice. It's embarrassing that he can figure this out so quickly. Embarrassment flares in my face and slides down my neck. He cannot be aware of my lack of experience. If he finds out, t