The Mafia's little pet
"Take off your fucking dress," he ordered, stepping closer and leading me toward the shower room.
I backed away, covering my body with my arms. "No. Please, no."
He spun me around and pinned me against the wall. He unzipped my dress, pulling it down from my waist while his hands slid over my back. He leaned in close, whispering hot in my ear, "You're fucking mine. Even your ugly body is mine."
She was broken-abused and dreaming of a fresh start on her 18th birthday. All she wanted was to run away, but he wasn't about to let her go.
She'd been sold to the most dangerous man alive. Paying off her father's debt was the excuse on the surface.
But the real truth:
He was obsessed.
They were obsessed.
Three powerful men fighting over one little pet-Mila.
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Chapter 4
Ace.
Her words and the look on her face shook me up. To be honest, she totally caught me off guard. "Pardon me! What did you say?"
My first thought was that she wasn't a virgin and her dad had lied to me about it.
I stepped toward her and said forcefully, "Get up now."
She gave in and stood quietly by the bed. "Okay."
I tossed the towel aside and stood naked in front of her. I furrowed my brow and commanded her aggressively, "Come here."
She sputtered and covered her eyes with her hands right away. "What are you doing?"
I yelled at her to make her uncomfortable. "Get over here and suck my dick. Now."
She snapped to attention and shook her head in shock. "No. You're a complete idiot! I'd never, ever do that."
With her eyes still closed, she didn't notice me stepping closer. I put my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Why not? You said I'm handsome."
The first time I touched her, nothing happened. But the second time, she kneed me hard in the balls. She screamed at me so loud it hurt my ears. "Keep your hands off me! Don't you ever touch me."
Wow! She could really fight! It was a sharp, painful kick. That was the last thing I expected.
I acted like it didn't hurt and pushed her back, pinning her against the wall. "See? Nothing happened. Now stop acting so innocent and suck my dick."
She stared at me with wide, shocked eyes and threatened, "If you force me to suck your dick, I swear I'll bite it off."
My brain couldn't process it. Did she mean biting it hard until I came?
I jerked my head to the side and asked her, half curious and half confused, "What do you mean by biting my dick?"
Before I forced her to the floor and shoved my dick in her throat, I wanted to be sure.
She gave me a sly grin, like she was daring me, but I ignored it. "Biting means chewing it with my teeth. Like eating tasty meat. Until there's nothing left."
I stepped back and stared at her. "Oh. You're totally crazy."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't ever think you can force me to do anything. First, put some clothes on. Then we can talk."
I froze, totally confused by her attitude. "Excuse me, but how old are you? Do you even know who the hell I am?"
She walked to the sofa, grabbed my clothes from the drawer, and threw them at me. "I don't know who you are, but trust me, I can make your life a living hell. I have no fear-if I did, I couldn't face my father every day and-" She stopped.
I didn't push her to say more.
I didn't look at her while I got dressed.
Once I was done, I sat on the couch and motioned for her. "Come here now," I said gently.
I waited for her to come over. When she did, I pulled her onto my lap fast. She squirmed a bit, but I held her tight by wrapping my arms around her waist. "Don't move. I mean it," I warned her firmly.
She nodded a little and stopped.
I sighed. "Good. Now we need to talk. But first-"
I pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "I need to check if you're a virgin."
She shook her head and trembled. "No. Keep your hands off me."
The knocks on the door saved her. After I stood up, she rushed to a corner of the room, trying to hide.
When I opened the door, my trusted assistant, Mr. Ace, was there. "He's in the torture room now."
I nodded. "Okay, I'm coming."
Then I turned to Mila and warned her sternly, "Don't move. If he's lucky, I'll be back in a few minutes to deal with him."
She asked me, "A torture room? Who's the lucky one?"
But I didn't answer. I slammed the door behind me as I left. My guys were everywhere and armed, so I didn't need to lock it. My house was like a castle, surrounded by thousands of acres of my land. There was no escape.
I went down the steps to the basement-my favorite room, where I tortured enemies and anyone who broke my rules.
It was my best game: how to give a slow, painful death with all kinds of brutal tools. When I won, I always ended it by slitting their throat.
I stormed into the dim basement. It was quiet except for Mila's father's fast, loud heartbeat.
I motioned for them to open his eyes. When he saw me, he gasped in shock. "Mr. Ace! What happened? Why am I here? I thought we had a deal."
I scratched my chin, stepped toward him, and slapped him hard across the face. "Tell me. Why did you let me take your daughter? She's covered in bruises. Her body's ugly. And I don't think she's a virgin."
I wondered if he'd used her body in sick ways. I hate being tricked. If she was a victim, I wouldn't hurt her. But what if she liked being her father's plaything? Then I wouldn't either.
That's disgusting, and I hated it.
He looked confused. "I swear to God, I never touched her."
Then I heard footsteps behind me. She ran to her father, screaming and hugging him, showing her loyalty. "You idiot! What are you doing to my dad, you monster?"
I ignored her and asked her sternly, "Are you a virgin?"
She yelled at him, "It has nothing to do with you!"
My twisted mind started thinking sick thoughts about incest again, and I lost my temper. I muttered angrily, "Why are you defending him now? Do you love him? Has he fucked you?"
She shouted while hugging her father and trying to untie him. "Let him go now. You're crazy. He's my father!"
Since she didn't answer directly, I lost all reason. I grabbed her arms roughly and threw her over my shoulder. "Okay, now I need the truth. Or I'll kill both of you."
I carried her down the stairs to my office. I couldn't wait to go all the way up to my room. I threw her on the couch and shut the door. She was shaking so bad she looked like she might faint or wet herself. "What are you going to do to me?"
I raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "I'm going to check if you're still a virgin. Now strip down to your underwear."
"No," she refused, like she had a choice.
I forced her clothes off. She tried to kick me everywhere, but I didn't budge. "Don't rape me. Please stop. I promise I've never had sex."
I couldn't believe her. Why protect her father if he'd hurt her so bad? I thought she was a masochist, and the bruises meant she liked rough sex. I thought she was submissive.
Anyone in my position would think that. Maybe I didn't know people like her-with pure hearts-existed in my world.
I got to her panties, tore them off, and spread her legs. "Don't move, or I'll poke your eye out with my finger," I warned.
She wailed, "I'm a virgin, I swear," crying the words.
Her voice was weak and shaky. I leaned down but had no plan to fuck her hard. Or even put my dick in her. I just wanted to see. Her pussy was red and tight, so the only way to check was to lick it with my tongue.
I licked her a few times, but nothing-no wetness, no fluids.
I stood up, looked into her tear-filled eyes, rolled her onto her stomach, and spread her ass cheeks with my hands. Nothing there! Just the hole I'd never touched.
I stepped back, already feeling bad. "Sorry. You can get dressed now."
She jumped up, covered her body fast, and slapped me hard across the face. "You stupid jerk! Why didn't you trust me?"
She slapped me!
I stood there stunned, staring at her. "Did you just slap me?"
After wiping her tears, she threw herself on the couch and sobbed. "Why do most guys act so awful? I'm not for sale."
"You tried to save his life, even though he hurt you bad. Explain. If you love him that much, why did you leave home so fast?"
"He's not a good dad at all. But he's my father, damn it! I don't want to see him die. All I wanted was to get away and start fresh somewhere else. Maybe find love. I don't know." She spoke softly, and her words melted my heart.
I couldn't deny I already liked her. But the real hit wasn't to my face-it was to my heart. I'd never met an innocent girl like her.
"Did he fuck you?" I asked again, feeling like an idiot.
She lifted her head slowly. "No. He didn't. Happy now?"
"Yes," I said without thinking.
She put on her torn clothes and headed for the door. I shocked her, and she froze. "Where do you think you're going? Get back to your room. Now."
"No," she said stubbornly. It gave me a headache, to be honest.
"I told you I'm not for sale. He tried to sell me to you, but I refuse." She turned to face me boldly, like she was in charge. "Give me a reason to stay. Convince me why I should live here."
I didn't need to give her one. I just took what I wanted.
But that's not what I said. "Be my wife," I blurted out with excitement.
Wife! Damn!
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9.5
Alpha Lykos lives with a deadly curse: any woman who touches him dies on the spot. His pack fears him, and he has given up hope of ever finding a mate.
Until a weak, fragile girl named Aria stumbles into his territory and touches him... and nothing happens.
She is his mate-
but she is not meant to live.
Aria's life belongs to someone else, borrowed by an ancient spell. If the spell breaks, she dies. If the curse stays, she also dies.
And an enemy pack wants her because she is the key to awakening an ancient power.
Alpha Lykos must protect her, break the curse, and fight fate itself-before time runs out.
But the greatest danger is not the enemies hunting them...
It is the truth Aria doesn't know about herself.
7.8
I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent—regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family’s shareholders.
But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked.
I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint.
The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment.
I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever.
The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration.
"Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."
7.2
Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers.
He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison.
He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir.
Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely.
With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.
7.1
For ten years, my family kept me locked away, forcing me to play the part of a broken, mentally unstable girl. They controlled me with sedatives and treated me like a ghost in my own home, a prisoner in a gilded cage.
But I had a secret. I was a world-famous anonymous artist with a hidden fortune, and I had an escape plan. On the day of my cousin's wedding, my rebellion was accidentally witnessed by a dangerous stranger who saw the predator beneath my fragile mask.
To silence him, I dragged him into a dark closet. The encounter turned raw and reckless, a violent collision I used as the perfect cover for my escape. I vanished with a new name and a one-way ticket to a new life, leaving him with nothing but a bloodstain and the bitter taste of betrayal.
I thought I was free, that I had successfully buried the girl I was forced to be and the man I was forced to use.
Three months later, on a superyacht in Monaco, he found me. He wasn't just some wealthy guest; he was the ruthless head of a powerful crime syndicate, and I was trapped in his private penthouse. He locked the door, his eyes black with possessive rage.
"The game is over," he whispered. "This time, you're not running."
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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7.6
My fated mate rejected me in front of the entire pack and they cheered while he did it.
Moving to Nightshade Pack was supposed to be my escape. Instead, I got two step-brothers who looked at me like I was something they wanted to destroy.
Dante Blackwell: brutal, possessive, with eyes that burned through me every time we were in the same room.
Mateo Blackwell: all charm and cruelty, with a smile that shouldn't make my heart race but does.
They made my life hell. Every day was a new way to remind me I didn't belong.
But one incident changed it all.
What happens when the step-brothers you're supposed to hate become the ones you can't stop craving? When the mate who destroyed you comes crawling back? When the broken girl they underestimated discovers she's something they should fear?
Sometimes the prey becomes the predator.