The Mafia Boss's Son

Chapter two- Colby POV

⚠️⚠️‼️‼️ HEAVY TRIGGER FOR ALLUSIONS TO SE**UAL ASSULT‼️‼️⚠️⚠️

To say I was terrified was an understatement. I had been kidnapped by Cobra fang.

One of the worst gangs known here in LA, hell, maybe even in the country.

So that was bad enough. It got worse once I was put in what I had overheard being that...who I assumed was Sam's, again from hearsay, room.

Where he partially sexually assaulted me. I tried to have a hard exterior like my dad but truth be told; I was just a scared 18 year old.

I tried moving more into a corner, feeling around the best I can. I felt panic swell more into my chest as I heard the sound of pants being undone, which only slightly eased, hearing the soft creaking of someone getting on a bed.

Then came the soft grunting and groaning.

I huffed quietly from my nose, before hearing him grumbling something that made my blood go cold.

"Awww...keep going princess...j...just like that. Keep...-" he was cut off by a soft moan "-...keep doing it...just like that~!"

I try to shrink in the corner more before hearing a louder moan after a what felt like a few hours, before hearing the heavy panting.

All I could hear was movement, what sounded like wiping, and water running, before the bag once again was taken off off my head. I tried to keep my stone face self, but honesty? I couldn't. I was scared. I let out a muffled yelp being lifted in an arm carry and dropped on a bed. I'm assuming it was his.

"Fuck...the things I want to do to you princess." He murmured in my ear, hovering his body over mine. His scent filled my nostrils. And it wasn't bad. Don't get me wrong. It was rather nice actually. Like cedar wood and the ocean.

Given the current circumstance I was in however: I didn't find the scent too nice. His blonde hair hung slightly off from his head as his own pair of blue eyes, though deeper than mine, stared into me.

I move my head away unintentionally exposing my neck, my eyes still trained wearily on him.

But I suddenly gasp into the rag stuffed down my throat feeling him start to nip my skin again. To suck on it. I didn't know how to feel. I didn't want it. But fuck. I let out a breathy sound past my mouth restraint. It only grew a tad bit louder when I felt his hands make their way down my sweatpants over my clothed crotch.

From the foreign touch, my hips bucked into his hand against my will.

"Such a desperate girl...aren't you princess~?" He hummed to me. And I groaned into the mouth restraint.

I look at the blonde male, who had the waistband locked in his hands, them, being pulled down.

I watched him smile as he united my legs, and fully removed my sweatpants, forcing my legs to curl up to my chest as I shake my head. But he didn't care. Next to go was my boxers, fully exposing my lower half.

I tried to kick him, but he had easily over powered me, hoovering over me. I let out a partial muffled scream feeling something press inside of me, my back arching.

Soon, I seemed to come back to the present. And the male is panting over me.

'Why is he...?' I answered my own question noticing him sitting back on his knees. He was...nude. Well. His lower half anyway.

Did he...

I started freaking out more, noticing the tears that kept falling down my face.

I tried to push out the gag, but luckily Sam removed it. Unluckily, after the rag down my throat was removed, lips were locked against mine, his tongue replacing that rag.

I didn't know what else to do so I just let it happen. I couldn't do anything.

Then my eyes snapped open, a mixture of snot, sweat and tears covering my face. I looked down at myself; seeing myself clothed; and well. My legs were still tied. Exactly like how they were before; Sam no where in sight. Was that all just a nightmare...? It felt so...real. When had reality merged into said nightmare...?

All I could do was whimper, curling up, still scared. Why. Why would my brain give me...a nightmare like that? It felt way too real for my own comfort.

I felt my body lock up hearing the door open, that so very familiar voice echoing through my skull.

"I promise I will Brennen! I'll feed him in a bit!" My eyes then locked on the turning males eyes.

"Well. Welcome back sleeping beauty." He hummed before frowning a bit at seeing the distressed state my face was in. Sam closed the door behind him, walking to his dresser grabbing some tissues, beginning to clean my face.

"Now why was my princess crying?" He asked locking his eyes with mine. I shook my head trying to move back, hearing his sigh. With a gentle tug, I was pulled to him, my mouth restraint removed, before the rags were being dumped in a laundry basket.

"Dad said you're fine being ungagged. No one will come to save you. Breaking in wise." The blonde said simply as I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Now." Sam's gaze locked on mine once again, making his way over sitting next to me.

"Why was my princess crying?" He brushed a few strands of my loose hair from my face as I whimpered.

"P-p-p...please d-d-don't r-r-rape me..." I stamper out tears pricking my eyes, my "tough guy" façade completely shattered.

Sam instantly frowned.

"Why would I rape you?" He suddenly asked.

"G-g-gave me hickies...N-n-n in th-th-the dream...raped..."

Sam shook his head with a short breathy humorless laugh.

"First. I marked my property." He said rather coolly grabbing my chin, forcing my pupils to shake, but lock on his.

"Second. I don't do anything sexual without consent. Temping or not.-" I noticed his eyes trail to my lips and back into my own gaze. I watched him lean in, whispering huskily in my ear;

"-And your body's a whole temptation." He pulled back with a smile just staring at me.

I bit the inside of my cheek, unsure what to do.

"C-c-can you...you untie my..my legs...? T-t-they're cramping..."

Sam only hummed slightly but after a few moments, my legs were freed.

"Run, and my dad will kill you. Or. At least torture you to near death."

I only slowly nod. I knew I was stuck. And I had a feeling it was going to be for a long time.