Mafia King's Ballerina

Mafia King's Ballerina

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Eileen Marisol Andrews is an 19 year old ballerina at Spears University Private School for Dance. Being the best at what she does in the whole state of New York, she attends a competition in Italy where she meets the ruthless, cold hearted Christian Pestova. Growing up in an abusive household, Eileen is mute. When she meets the cold Christian Pestova, she doesn't like how she feels comfortable and safe around him. Not knowing or understanding Eileen's condition or why, Christian only knows he wants and needs Eileen. Doing whatever it takes to get her, he ends up hurting her to a breaking point. Will Eileen learn to love the monster? Will Christian takes measures too far? ___________________ ⚠️🚫CAUTION: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! MAY TRIGGER!⚠️🚫"I own you, your soul, your body, and your mind. So don't ever think of running from me again or I will punish you to no extent. You will obey and bend at my every will. Understood?" He growled out while gripping my waist harder. Tears keep spilling from my eyes, I nod hurriedly. He grunts and smashes his lips onto my own. I try resisting it but he just gets even more pissed. He pulls back and drags me by my arm gruffly into my room. He throws me on the bed and grabs what looks to be rope and a gag. What? I start shaking as he comes towards me with it and try running but he grabs my hair and throws me back on the bed. "You should really listen to me, Princess. Maybe I wouldn't have to do this if you weren't such a bad girl!" He grits out harshly. I sob even more as he ties my arms and legs to where I'm in an star like pose. He puts the gag in my mouth, muffling my cries for help. I start to panic when he unbuckled his black slacks and pulls them down... ___________________ Please be aware, this story holds very mature content and language along with scenes. It may trigger memories and I will not be help responsible. And absolutely NO COPYRIGHT. I appreciate it, thanks. Lo
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Skylar Hi, I'm Skylar, but friends call me Sky. Actually, I don't have many of them. I'm shy and rather awkward. I think too much and feel too much, all at once. I'm just a normal girl who goes to the university, and whose life is going to change after meeting...him. Ace Fuck off! I'm not telling you anything about me, you motherfuckers. My life is not your fucking business! ~ *WARNING! This story contains mature content, strong language and self-harm.* "You like it when I say your name, hm?" His voice was so soft. "Skylar" He said and placed a soft kiss on my neck. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side unconciously, giving him better access. His one hand was still wrapped around my neck and the other one was on my waist, holding me tight. His mouth detached on my neck, giving it gentle kisses. It felt so good that I couldn't move or do anything. I was completely frozen. I never felt like this before. No one has ever had such influence on me. I couldn't pull away from him, even if I wanted to. However, his hand traveled down from my waist and went under my blouse and that was like a bucket of cold water. I opened my eyes and jumped back a little, instantly missing his warm touch. But hello?? I don't know him. And I'm definitely not that kind of girl who makes out with random guys at parties. He opened his mouth with wonder, I was sure he didn't expect such a turn of events. I stepped back, looking at him with my parted lips. "I...uhm...I need to go. M-my friend is probably looking for me." I said quickly, turned around, and left the room, leaving him confused.

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