Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride

: You only bought my virginity

Gia's POV

I shook my head in disbelief, trying to make sense of the cruel words spilling from his mouth. He didn’t just want a night with me, he wanted to use my body as punishment for my father’s sins.

It was sick, too much for me to process.

And yet, the look in his eyes told me he meant every word.

I was trapped.

But what unsettled me most was that the way he looked at me made my skin tingle with heat instead of just fear.

No. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t be weak, especially not with a man like him.

I had to fight this. Fight whatever was waking up inside me.

I had to fight him.

“You can’t just keep me here,” I protested, forcing strength into my voice. “You paid for just one night with me.”

His expression softened slightly. “One night wouldn’t be enough, not for what I have planned for you.”

“No!” I shot back at him. “That wasn’t the deal. Vincenzo said...”

He chuckled, low and bitter, cutting me off. “Vincenzo is a greedy bastard who sells flesh for pocket change. And in case it slipped your pretty little mind, I paid a whopping ten million dollars just to get you out of that hellhole. Do you even know what those men wanted?”

My chest heaved, breath shallow. Ten million... No man would pay that kind of money just to sleep with a woman. There had to be more.

“They wanted me to take you right there, to spread your thighs and fuck you in front of them like a show. Is that what you would’ve preferred?”

“No,” I shook my head, eyes stinging with tears. “Those men might be vile, but they aren’t the ones who murdered my father in cold blood, so I’d rather take my chances out there than be trapped in here with you.”

His eyes darkened.

“Enough. I’m not interested in your little speeches anymore. Is that understood?”

Then he turned, walked across the room, opened a drawer, and pulled out a black file.

Without a word, he tossed it toward me.

It landed on the couch beside me with a soft thud.

I stared at it, confused. “What is this?”

“Open it,” he said coolly.

My hands trembled as I reached for it. I flipped it open.

And my heart sank.

The title was stamped in bold, black ink.

Mistress Contract.

I blinked. “What the...”

My eyes scanned the page. Terms. Conditions.

Rules I couldn’t believe I was reading. A clause stating that once I signed, my body would belong to him. My submission was his to control. He would dictate when I was touched, how I was touched, and I would have no right to refuse.

No safe words. No questions. Just obedience. Total, unquestioning obedience.

I would be his plaything, molded by his desires, trained to respond only to him.

And if I dared resist, he would break me until I learned how to kneel.

In exchange, he’d erase every debt my father owed, and offer me protection. But I would be owned by him forever. He wanted to make me his personal whore for life.

This contract was written like I was just property. What sick lawyer drew this up? I was certain this wasn’t even legal. But I guess in the mafia world, anything was.

I looked up at him, completely horrified.

How evil could a man be?

Fury surged in my chest. “You’re insane if you think I’ll ever sign this,” I spat. “I’ll never be your mistress, not for all the money in the world, or your so-called protection.”

His face changed, and he crossed the room in seconds. His hand gripped a fistful of my hair, not yanking, but firm enough to make me yelp as our eyes locked.

“Let go of me!”

He didn’t.

His breath was close now. I could see every unhinged emotion in his eyes that revealed his possessive need for control.

“You will sign it,” he demanded coldly. “Because if you don’t, I’ll send you back to Vincenzo, and this time I won’t stop him. You saw that pig, Diallo, the sick bastard begging me to take you in front of a crowd like a circus act?”

I swallowed hard.

“He’ll be the first to get his disgusting hands on you. And then the rest will follow. Vincenzo will sell you again and again to the highest bidder until there’s nothing left of you. Do you understand me?”

Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“You think you’re free? That your last name protects you? Your father owed people more than you can count. There’s a line of men waiting to collect. The moment I walked into that room and paid for you, I spared you. And now you belong to me.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice.

“And I’m giving you more than any of them would. A roof, safety, protection. All you have to do is sign.”

My chest heaved. “You’re despicable,” I seethed. “You and all those men, filthy, shameless, disgusting. How can you take pleasure in watching a woman be destroyed?”

His grip loosened from my hair as he stared at me mockingly.

“Your father took pleasure in it,” he whispered, voice venomous. “He did worse to women, far worse. Don’t you dare wear a crown of innocence for him.”

I froze. The weight of his words crashed over me.

Was it true?

Could my father have done those things?

I shoved the thought away.

“I hate you,” I hissed.

His fingers, rough and tender at the same time which surprised me, caressed my scalp, then slid slowly to the nape of my neck, continuing lower until his palm pressed into the small of my back.

And then, without warning, he pulled me forward, my body colliding with the hard wall of his chest.

My breath hitched.

Every part of him was pressed against me. Heat radiated off him, seeping through my skin, lighting up parts of me I didn’t know existed.

“It’s useless to fight me, Gia,” he murmured. “I’ll conquer every part of you.”

His grip tightened. “You can’t run. You can’t hide. And the sooner you accept that, the less it’ll hurt.”

I summoned whatever strength I had and shoved at his chest.

But the second my hands touched him, I stilled.

He didn’t budge.

Every part of him was solid and hot. My fingers curled slightly into his shirt instead of pushing back.

And he made it worse by pressing his hand harder into my spine, pushing my core against his.

“Think I’m a monster?” he whispered, his voice calm as ever. “You’re not wrong. But out there...”

His lips hovered near my ear, voice dark. “There are worse. And they’re waiting for you.”

My heart pounded in my chest, harder than before.

And then, just like that, he let go.

The heat disappeared with him.

I should’ve felt relief.

Instead, it felt like a tiny part of me missed that heat.

He turned back to the desk, pulled out another folder, and tossed it onto the couch beside me.

“Your father didn’t just owe Vincenzo.”

A chill ran through me.

He flipped the file open and pointed to a page.

“Three names. All worse than me. Men your father borrowed from in the past year alone. Do you know why?”

I shook my head.

“To buy power,” he said, lifting a brow. “Weapons. Connections. He wanted a bigger seat at the table. But he got greedy. And reckless.”

“That’s not true,” I whispered, voice cracking.

He didn’t blink. “He never told you, did he?”

“Oh, it’s true,” he continued coldly. “Your daddy planned a shipment of black market weapons, routed through the borders. Only I got there first. I intercepted every damn crate. Left him with knockoffs and a long list of furious investors.”

“You’re making all of this up to justify what you did,” I countered, terror gripping my throat. “You’re trying to scare me into giving in.”

For a second, his expression softened. “You’ll find out,” he said quietly. “In time. Who your father really was. And how many lives he destroyed.”

Then his voice dropped lower, more lethal.

“But for now....”

He stepped in, his gaze dipping inside my cleavage like a predator sizing up its prey.

“I plan to get to know every inch of you. Because now, you belong to me.”

His hand moved slowly, sliding across my chest.

The sheer fabric of the dress was useless, barely hiding the curve of my breasts.

I saw it in his eyes, the hunger, the ownership.

He stared at my breasts like they were his to devour.

And my body, God help me, reacted. His touch sparked a heat low in my belly, and I fought to shut it down before it took over completely.

“You disgust me,” I choked out, hoping it would push him away.

“Do I?” His thumb slid even lower, inside the dress, teasing the top of my chest in feathery strokes.

“I will never belong to you!” I jerked back, trying to break free.

“Oh, pretty little thing...” he leaned in, voice mocking, “your body already says otherwise.”

I looked down and gasped.

My nipples were hard and already peaking through the sheer fabric, as if begging for his attention.

“No...” I tried to cover myself, humiliated.

But he caught my wrists before I could. Then he yanked me against him, chest to chest.

My sensitive peaks brushed against the hard plane of his chest. The contact sent a jolt through me, and a gasp escaped before I could stop it. “Oh God...”

The sudden sound startled me, and the smug look on his face made it clear he noticed.

He was enjoying every second of watching my body react to him.

It only deepened my hatred for him. He wanted to humiliate me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. Ever.

“You only bought my virginity!” I cried, trembling, not from fear, but from the desperate need to end his cold torment. “Take it... and let me go.”

He let out a dark, amused laugh. “Oh no. I bought all of you, your tears, your moans, your rebellion, and your surrender.”

His eyes burned, but what made it worse was how utterly unrepentant he looked. All the rage I’d carried since the night he shattered my world surged through me, twice as fierce, too heavy to hold back.

So I lashed out.

“You’re the worst kind of monster, a murderer without a shred of guilt for his victims.”

His features shifted, hardening into something ruthless and unforgiving.

“Then I’ll be your monster, the one who brings you to your fucking knees.”