The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

39. You're Mine, Still.

★JANIE★

His semen smeared the corners of my lips, staining a bit of his pants. I felt embarrassed, furious, and vulnerable, knowing I couldn't do anything to retaliate. Especially not when he threatened to murder the family that has been taking care of me for the past two months.

A devilish smirk crept to the corners of his lips and I wanted nothing more but to smack them right off, just before he kissed me.

My breath hitched.

"I thought you didn't know how to do it, but you almost brought me to my knees." He whispered into my ears. And instantly, my knees buckled.

As Luciano's hand clasped down on my shoulders, I felt myself tremble beneath his touch. My subconscious kept trying to remind me how much I despised this man. How excited I was to have escaped from his den. But with each passing second, I found myself drawn to him and my innocence tampered with.

His fingers grazed my skin in a soft, fluffy rhythm and he began to wipe off the traces of tears from the corner of my eyes. "Your eyes are gorgeous and they glisten with those tears. But I don't want to see you this way whenever you are with me."

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat but said nothing.

With one swift pull, he jerked me up to my feet. Our eyes didn't leave each other for once.

And then, he commanded with a deep, authoritative tone. "Strip."

My eyes widened in disbelief.

I thought I'd seen enough in just one night, why the hell was he doing this to me?

The urge to argue with him crept to the forefront of my brain. However, something compelled me to do exactly as I was told. Maybe it was the threat of killing the people that helped me or something else. Nevertheless, I found myself succumbing to his whim.

My heart beat raced faster as I brought my fingers to the hem of my pants. His intense gaze watched my every move like a hawk monitoring its prey.

I inhaled deeply then exhaled afterward, before I began to tug my pants slightly, then reluctantly dragged it down my thighs until I finally peeled it off.

"Hmmm...good girl." He growled with a devilish smirk, portraying that he was enjoying every bit of this moment.

Under his heavy scrutiny, I went ahead to remove my shirt. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I now stood in front of him in my lace panties and bra.

My nipples could be seen peeking out, and Luciano seemed to notice them. His fingers teased my tits for some seconds while I struggled to breathe.

Momentarily, I felt like melting into a puddle and my pulse quickened.

What was he doing to me? Why was my body reacting to his touches? I wasn't supposed to feel this way. Yet, all I could pitch right now was him slamming me hard against the wall until I lost every bit of my innocence.

He ceased assaulting my nipples and I let out a breath of relief.

Leaning back into the chair, he rubbed his stud, while his eyes surveyed me from head to toe with keen interest.

"Now take off your panties."

My gaze narrowed into mere slits. I looked at him, wondering if he was in his right mind, but apparently, he was. In fact, he was well aware of what he just uttered.

Tears pooled in my eyes and I let out a shaky breath as I shook my head with my lips quivering. Deep down, I wanted to defy his order, but seeing his dark orbs piercing into mine and the strictness on his face, I knew he wasn't going to take no for an answer.