"You are mine baby doll and no one can take you away from me."
I saw her after her dance class. She looked exhausted and tired. And innocent. Oh so innocent. She had to be mine. She must be mine.
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Stephen Ripper gets what he wants and if he doe...
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so I'm sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties ***
I gasp and look at him.
Oh my god no, no, no, this isn't happening. This hasn't happened. I was stupid to think that he was just some weird lawyer or something. I get up from the couch and back away from him. He was Stephen Ripper, criminal and mafia mastermind. I recall the police reports about him, but there was never a picture only a name.
I look at him in horror. All of the news reports about him flow through my head as he walks towards me.
"Baby doll?"
"G-get away from me!" my voice is hoarse and fear is evident.
Oh my god I was going to end up like his victims on the new. Dead and then hidden somewhere in the woods where the police won't find me for months. I'm going to die. I was his next victim. Why did he even want me? I didn't even know him.
I've been associated with gangs or the mafia, guns or violence even. My head starts to hurt and my eyes well up at the thought of my oncoming doom.
"Baby doll, I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you."
"You already did!" I choke out. I wrap my arms around myself, remembering the bruises on my hips and arms.
His eyebrows furrow in concern, but I don't care. He's a monster, no matter what. He walks towards me but I back away. When I walk into the wall behind me a choked sob escapes my lips.
Stephen quickly picks me bridal style. I flop around in his arms like a fish out of water, but he holds me down. His arms are like steel and I am nothing compared to him. I feel weak, defenseless, and scared. More scared than the whole time I had been here.
Now that I know the truth of who is, there was no other option, but to escape. Granted, that was the only option before, but now my mind was set on it. It was the only thing I would think about.
He wipes my tears and takes me back to his room. Once he sets me on the bed, I bolt up for the door, but he holds my arm back. His firm enough to keep me grounded, but gentle enough this time so that he didn't hurt me.
The moon is the only source of light as it filter through the window.
He pulls me back to him in the dark and the only sound is our breathing. Keeping his arm around my waist, he walks over to the bed, and pulls down the covers. I look at him and motions his head towards the bed.
I slowly crawl under the covers, and he quickly follows my actions. Once again his arm is placed around my waist as he spoons me. After a few hours, I fall asleep.
When I wake up, I am in the same position that I was in. Stephen's arm is still around my waist. I carefully pick his arm up and put it over my pillow. I slowly crawl off the bed and into the bathroom.
He won't bother me if I'm in the bathroom right?
I find the towel that I used yesterday and stripped off my clothes. I turned on the shower and stepped inside once it was warm. I let myself relax. In that moment I was safe. And then I heard Stephen open the bathroom door.
I had forgotten to lock it. My eyes widen and I cover myself as he walks into the shower with me. I can't my gaze travel up and down his body. My eyes scan over his tattooed abs and muscular chest. His arms are just as muscular, but I pull my gaze away and turn to the side.
"Don't hide from me," he whispers softly.
He pulls me too him and moves my arms to the side. I look to the side and feel my face warm. No one had ever seen me naked before. I had never done that sort of stuff with anyone. But there I was, with the mafia king no less and God knows how old he is.
There was nothing I could. I tried to move, I really did. I thought that maybe I could kick him in the nuts or something but I couldn't. I was frozen at the spot until he moved me so that my back was press against his chest.
I heard him sigh as his hands slowly roamed my body. I had never felt like this before. No man had ever touched me like this and I hated to admit it, but I liked it. His hand slid lower between my thighs and I sucked in a sharp breath. His paused momentarily, and then pulled away.
He turned off the water and I covered myself with my arms again. He gave me a towel and I quickly wrapped it around my body and he wrapped his around his waist.
