𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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I shut our bedroom door with a loud bang and threw Sirena on the bed. She bounced up and down on the soft mattress and crawled back against the headboard in fear. I was absolutely livid.
How dare she fucking say that? I can't believe she has the fucking audacity to say that she won't love me. She is mine. She has to learn to love me.
It was my fucking fault was being so soft on her. I thought that maybe being soft on her would make her love me but turns out I was wrong. I have to use the hard way now.
"I-I am sorry, please d-don't hurt me." Sirena mumbled while crawling back. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as I kept walking towards her with a glare. Her apologies can't fix shit.
"Hurt you? Don't worry, love. I will make sure we have a lot of fun tonight." I said with a smirk. She looked absolutely ravishing in that gown. It hugged her curves perfectly and made me want to fuck her senseless. I won't do that now though. I will save that for our wedding night.
I stepped back from her and walked inside our walk-in closet. I take out a shirt and underwear before walking outside and handing it to her.
Sirena looked up at me with her teary eyes wide in confusion, making her look like an adorable little kitten. God, the things this girl does to me.
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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
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I didn't make a sound as Elliott kissed my tear-stained cheeks and laid me down on the king-sized bed. He lifted the duvet up to my waist, covering my lower body. His hands slowly buttoned my shirt again, warm breath fanning over my face.
I was too tired, far too deep in shock, to fight back or resist so I just silently laid there with my eyes squeezed close, trying to believe this is all just a nightmare. My arms laid limply by my sides, tremors wracking through my entire body.
A sudden coolness down there made me flinch awake abruptly, my teary gaze snapping down to see him between my legs. My heart jumped against my ribcage.
"Lay down and rest, love." He gently pushed me down, voice low. "I am not going to do anything. I am just going to clean you."
After seeing his cold expression, I laid back again hesitantly and felt caress of the cool tissue. I shut my eyes, a tear trickling down my cheek as I sniffled. I just wanted this to end.
"Shh, calm down." Elliott murmured, wiping my inner thigh one last time before he pulled the duvet over me again. "I can hear your heartbeat from here, my love."
Elliott came back from the bathroom after a minute or so with a sweatpant in his hand. I remained completely frozen as he made me sit on his lap, put my legs through the pant and made me wore it. He didn't look or touch me wrong once while doing it. Finally I wasn't half-naked anymore, I internally sighed in relief.
He finally reached out for the handcuffs and opened them with a click as I clutched my wrist against my chest, rubbing the nasty bruise that just formed there. It stung a lot, but not more than my heart which was painfully squeezing. My eyes welled up with tears again.
"Does it hurt?" Elliott questioned, his thumb brushing over the bruise gently. I hated how he didn't feel any remorse for what he did. That just proves how much inhumane he is. "Should I give you some ointments?"
My voice was stuck in my throat.
He sighed when I didn't reply. My voice was too scratchy from all the screaming so I didn't have the energy left to even whisper. He reached out to the nightstand and pulled out a first aid box.
After applying some ointment on my wrists, he placed it back where it was and turned off the lights of the room and got under the covers beside me before pulling me into his chest. His arms firmly wrapped around my waist and face nuzzled against my neck.
I flinched back when he suddenly wiped my tears with the back of his hand and softly said, "Don't cry, love. Go to sleep, hm?"
The last thing I felt was his hand rubbing my lower back and his lips against my shoulder before I slipped into a dreamless slumber.
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This was my first time writing such mature scenes so please forgive me if it is way too cringy or unrealistic 😭
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