Sold to the mafia boss

Logan grabs me by the arm and Yanks me into the wall as soon as we stepped into the house. His hands dug into my arm painfully but nothing compared to the pain I felt with every beating movement my heart made. I knew I’d fucked up tonight and I anticipated what he was going to do to me. His whole expression screamed anger.

As soon as I landed on the wall, a tear escaped my eyes and a low scream escaped my lips. I braced myself for a slap or anything but instead, I received his body, pressing against mine.

“I leave you alone for one minute, Layla, one minute and you fucking ran off!” He screamed into my face.

“I wasn’t trying to run off!” I defend myself even though it seemed pointless. He had caught me in the act and yet I still lie.

“You fucking liar!” He holds my chin, bruising it as he squeezed tight.

“You’re hurting me” I cried, barely able to move my lips.

“You bitch!” He screamed “I thought I could trust you! But you just ruined everything for your damned freedom! And now you’re gonna start from scratch again, you hear me!?”

The next thing I knew, his lips were lapping over mine as he held my jaw still. He kissed me roughly, his teeth grazing over my bottom lips as if he was trying to bite them. He kissed me brutally until I could not take it anymore. I started hitting his chest but he doesn’t bulge. He just continued assaulting my lips.

I increased the effort and gave him a great push. He stops kissing me, and only then did I taste the blood in my mouth. His hands goes over to the neckline of my dress and he tore it into half. I gasped for air, the tears stinging my eyes.

Before I could utter a word, he pushed me back into the wall, hard and carelessly, the impact harsh and painful on my back and chest, his body pressing up against mine. I felt pains all over my body as his hands assaulted it, my breasts, my neck, my exposed thighs.

“Get off me!” I screamed, hitting him once again. He grabs my arms and pins them against the wall, claiming my lips again in a forceful kiss. I winced in pain. He hadn’t been joking when he’d said what he said to that waitress before leaving. I’d pushed him into doing whatever he was going to do to me tonight. And I wouldn’t even blame him.

He breaks the kiss and slid his hands down to my butt, attempting to lift me into his thighs but I pushed him back again.

“Let go of me you monster!” I yelled. I didn’t know if what I’d said triggered something inside him but I saw how his eyes change, how quickly they went ice cold. And I thought he almost stopped until he leans in again, only to raise his hand to hit me again. I braced myself but it never came. He stopped before his hand could connect with my face.

It felt like hours had gone as we stood there but it’s only been just a few seconds, in silence.

“Where the fuck would you go if you had escaped, huh? To your fucking parents home?” He asks, anger edging his voice.

“I have a best friend who’s probably looking for me! And I have a boyfriend who would take me in!!” I screamed the words out without even thinking.

The icy colors in his eyes drains away, leaving emptiness at the mention of my boyfriend. I didn’t know why I said that. Emma wasn’t my boyfriend anymore and he probably left for Tokyo already as he’d said. And Logan couldn’t care less if I had a lovely boyfriend or not. He definitely hadn’t considered that when he abducted me from my home, what makes me think he would now if not to just laugh at me?

As expected, He laughs sinisterly and steps back, turning around and spreading his arms out for effects “you have a fucking boyfriend?” He laughs again “what kind of a pathetic boyfriend doesn’t go off looking for his missing girlfriend if he truly loves her?”

Emma didn’t love me anymore. If he did, he wouldn’t have cheated. But Logan didn’t need to know that. Mentioning him had slipped out of my lips but I’m not gonna let him know that either. I continued to cry silently as I watched him.

He turns around and scans my body. I quickly gathered my torn dress to cover my half exposed breasts. I didn’t know if he’d stopped trying to rape me because of the mention of my boyfriend.

“Now let me spell out some things to you Layla, ” he said “in here, inside this house, you belong to me alone. You have no imaginary boyfriends. If you as much as mention your boyfriend’s name around me one more time, I would drag him down here and kill him right in front of your eyes. Do you understand me?”

Fresh tears threatened to spill but I didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction of seeing me break down in front of him again, so I held the tears back.

“And it would be your wildest dream if you think you could ever escape from me ” he adds “as long as you’re here, you’re mine. I get to do whatever I want with you and you would obey me. I will not say this to you again, Layla”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He turns around towards the elevator and I let the tears fall down my face. I watched his back as he pressed on the elevator.

“You do not deserve to be loved, Logan, because you’re a monster” I uttered more to myself as I watched him. But he heard because he stops entering into the elevator as soon as the words left my mouth. He doesn’t look back, instead he just enters the elevator and disappeared from my sight.

My legs gave up and I collapsed to the floor, crying my heart out.