The Mafia Boss Submissive
I've always done as my father commanded-until he sells me to a family in Sicily and I become the property of Sullivan Stone.
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I wanted her the moment I saw her-feisty, sly, and meant to be broken.
He's everything I always want to stay away from: cold, ruthless, and dangerously intent on having what he wants.
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I'll train her, tempt her, and mold her until she fits perfectly into my hands.
But what I didn't expect was how easily his darkness would pull me in-how quickly his world would become mine.
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But when she uncovers the secret that brought her to me, she'll realize survival always demands a price.
Running was never an option. And by the time I understand the truth, I'm already too deep in his game to crawl out.
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And this time, that price might be our everything!
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Chapter 7
She stood there, still staring at me.
If I were to count the minutes that she had been standing and staring at me, we would have probably gotten done with some introduction.
"Huh... Sullivan." She found her voice, and I smirked at how innocent she was acting.
Just a few moments ago, she was acting as a confident and strong lady, but now her act of naivety was having me want to spank her.
"You got any questions?" I threw at her, aware that she got hundreds of them. Her face says it all.
"Well..." She breathed, pursing her red, voluptuous lips, blinking rapidly. "What the hell is this? And why the fuck am I here?" Micah queried.
"Don't you know why you're here?" I asked back.
"Yes!" She answered sharply. "I don't fuckin know what I'm doing in Sicily, or why I was auctioned off and why I have to serve your autistic majesty." She replied, rolling her fascinating green orbs at me. "And this...?" She pointed at the room, her face written with disapproval. "What's this? Do your parents even know about this?" She questioned, and I moved forward to her, but she didn't step back; her face was still on me, but she had no idea how much I was imagining her kneeling on the cushion in that cage while I did my special treatment on her.
She has no idea how she's making me feel right now.
"Don't get them involved," I say, more of a warning. "You were auctioned off by your father, and some gangsters won the bid---"
"And?" She cut in with a searching gaze. "And you bought me from them? Or was it your mannerless parents who bought me so I can come to serve their sadistic, autistic goddamn--" Before she could complete her word, I moved closer, placing my fingers around her neck, and I was choking her already?
"Will you stop the questioning?" I gritted my teeth, my intense gaze on her, and she was looking daringly at me.
"Or what?" She dared, her face becoming red at the effect of how much I was choking her.
As I released her from the grip, I stepped away from her, and she coughed, trying to catch her breath.
"You will be my submissive, and no one will know about it," I ordered, looking away.
"This is not why I came here to serve you." She objected.
"You were a sex worker in New York City," I pronounced, facing her. "Why can't you be my sex slave? You're here to serve me. Submit or face the consequences." My voice rang out threateningly, and I walked to the staircase, climbing on it.
I pushed the button, which made the bookshelf squeak open, and I entered my bedroom, leaving Micah, who was still in ROP.
I never expected her to act so innocent when she is a known sex slut in New York. And who the hell is she to dare act that way as if she had never encountered someone like me?
Well, I don't give a fuck if she hasn't because all I want is for her to submit to me. I had my reason for purchasing her, and one of them was because her records say she's an obedient pup to her father, which got my attention.
I can remember how much of her half-nude Mr Taylor always uploads on a certain site where she usually gets some client who wanted her on their bed, and I already had eyes on her since I discovered that site two years ago, thanks to Adam, who introduced me to it.
I entered the bathroom, running a hot bath, and the water ran down my body.
I had thought I was gonna have some pleasure night with that redhead, but it seems like it's gonna take some days before she gives in. At least, my threat is enough to prevent her from raving at me.
I walked out of the bathroom with a short glance at the bookshelf, which was still closed, and I wondered if she was still in the underground room.
I wore an armless shirt and walked to the bookshelf, pressing the usual button that always opens it.
I walked in and climbed down the stairs, about to say some scolding words to her because I feared my mother might begin wondering why she was still in my room, but she wasn't inside the room any longer, and I sighed relieved noticing she must have left while I was in the bathroom.
I turned off the lights in the room and walked back to my bedroom, where I lay down, took a book from the bedside table, and began reading until I fell asleep.
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It was barely evening when I woke up and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and brought out a bottle of water, which I uncapped and gulped some of its contents before dropping it on the table.
I turned to go but stopped on my tracks, seeing Micah standing in front of me blocking my path.
"I---I wanna pass." I stammered, back to my autistic self, and she scoffed, folding her hands under her breast, which I wished to touch.
"What's up with the act?" She questioned, furrowing her brows, confused at me.
"Let me pass," I repeated, taking a step forward, but Micah didn't budge, her steely gaze was still on me, and I tried to stay calm, my eyes darting around, unable to focus on any one thing for very long. My eyebrows were scrunched together, creating deep furrows in my forehead. My mouth was turned down at the corners, my lips pressed together. I knew I must look confused autistically, but Micah seemed not to be buying my act.
"Didn't you want me as your submissive, or what the heck did you call it?" Micah asked rhetorically.
"I wanna pass." I cried softly, fighting fingers against fingers and grazing my teeth on my lips.
"You wanna pass." She scorned dramatically. "You, this two-faced psycho." She cursed, and I smirked at the thought that if we were to have anything in common, it was us being two-faced.
"You don't want me forcing myself on you," I muttered, still lowering my head and keeping my autistic attitude because my family could show up at any time.
"Whoa!" Micah laughed. "Is that coming from someone who has a psychological disorder?" I could hear the scorn in her voice, and I knew what game she was playing, but I refused to rise to her bait.
"I wonder how tough it is to make a sex slut like you be mine." I returned, and there was silence coming from her side.
Did she hate someone calling her that? I wondered. Well, that's who she is. And because of that, I bought her.
I raised my head to look at her, and she took a step closer to me with a seductive, angry face that I would love to see if I disappoint in making her cum quickly.
As I took a few steps back, acting as if I was scared of her, "Micah!" Ginevra called Micah's name in the distance. The look on my sister's face had me smiling, and I was certain she was going to give Micah an earful.
As Gin walked forward, I ran to meet her, acting childishly scared. "Are you okay?" Ginevra asked, glancing at me, and I nodded, fluttering my eyelashes. I forced out a smile, taking a glimpse at Micah, who was still holding her glare at me. I rolled my eyeballs at her before walking away to my room, aware that my sister would give her an earful.
My sister, Gin, has always been like that, taking my side and always being protective. Although she's the biological daughter of Mr and Mrs Stone, she never acts like I'm adopted or ashamed of my autism whenever I'm in the midst of her sexy friends. And if anyone ever tried to hurt her, I was the one who made sure they regretted it, including her ex-boyfriends and professors.
I looked back at Micah before continuing my way to my room.
I hope the redhead girl would not provoke me further, or else I might end up tying her in ROP and get my pleasure with her while others would think she ran away.
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8.2
I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him.
Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils.
I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past.
I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison.
We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase.
"Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."
9.4
They threw a prince into the river. A warrior climbed out.
Seven-year-old Marcus watched his parents die, betrayed by the uncle he trusted. Cast into beast-filled waters, left for dead, he should have perished. Instead, he survived-and began plotting revenge. For ten years, hiding his royal identity at a remote academy, Marcus trains in secret, driven by one burning purpose: make them all pay.
But when he finally returns to reclaim his throne, he'll uncover a truth more devastating than any betrayal: his parents are alive, and his suffering was their plan all along. Now Marcus must decide. Will he become the monster his enemies created, or the hero his broken kingdom desperately needs?
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
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"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
9.6
"I'm sorry, Dam," she said softly, her voice smooth as silk. "I shouldn't have walked away. I missed you."
My heart clenched.
She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his beard like she'd done it a thousand times before. He didn't pull away.
"Selene..." Damon said again, this time lower, almost breathless.
Every inch of my body burned with disbelief. I had to look away to stop my tears from falling.
Selene's eyes flicked toward me, and for the first time, she seemed to notice I was there. Her expression didn't falter.
"And who's this?" she asked, her tone casual, almost bored.
Damon hesitated. "That's...."
"Aria," I cut in, my voice sharp. "His Luna."
Her eyes widened slightly, then her lips curved into a slow smile. "Luna?" she repeated, like the word was a joke. "Oh, you're the omega Luna?"
I felt my wolf stir inside me. Let me out, she growled.
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Aria Silver, betrayed by her father, Alpha Xander, fled her home pack and hid in the Silver Moon Pack hiding as an omega.
She built a small gym house and made a life for herself, until fate turned cruel and tied her to the very man who despised her kind.
Now mated to the cold Alpha Damon Black, who hates anything below a gamma, Aria must fight to prove her worth... or be crushed by rejection.
Will she survive the heat, or will love burn her down completely?
9.8
I was an unwanted foster kid taken in by the Goodwin family, about to marry into the wealthy Cantu family to secure my adoptive father's power.
But at my rehearsal dinner, my adoptive mother drugged my champagne, intending to have me assaulted and ruined.
The next morning, my fiancé and my sister burst into my hotel room with a swarm of reporters, pointing fingers in manufactured horror.
"You filthy whore! The engagement is over!"
My fiancé roared for the cameras, while my sister sobbed about my betrayal. They had brought the press to publicly slaughter me, justifying their own secret affair while my adoptive family cursed me as a disgusting stray.
For years, I had endured their toxic abuse, only to be thrown to the wolves so my sister could steal my life. They truly believed I was just a helpless pawn they could crush and discard.
But they didn't know I had anticipated their trap and deliberately walked into the bed of Dorian Underwood—the ruthless billionaire and the only man the Cantu family actually feared.
As I calmly hit 'send' to broadcast my fiancé's explicit sex tape to every reporter in the hallway, I met Dorian's dark, predatory gaze.
I wasn't just surviving anymore; I was going to tear both their empires to the ground.