I was desperate. My sister was dying, and I had nothing. No money. No options. No way out. Then, one reckless night changed everything. A dark club. A stranger's offer. A desperate agreement. I woke up the next morning in a hotel room, my body aching, my memories foggy- And a dead man lying next to me. I ran. I had to. But fate had other plans. For years, I lived in the shadows, haunted by that night. But I never expected him to find me. Lorenzo Santoro-the most feared mafia boss in Coverland. Ruthless. Merciless. Deadly. He claimed I had killed his brother. He wanted revenge. Now, I'm his prisoner. His forced bride. The woman he despises yet refuses to let go. Every glance he gives me burns with hatred... but also something else. Something dark. Something possessive. Something that sets my soul-and my body-on fire. He taunts me. Controls me. Touches me like he owns me. And God help me... I want more. But secrets don't stay buried forever. I will escape. I will find out the truth. And when I do, will Lorenzo still hate me? Or will he realize that the one thing he fears most- Is wanting me just as much as I want him? He thinks he owns me. But in the end, we might both be trapped.
Chapter 1
Isabella's POV
Kissing, soft and slow at first, then it got faster. His lips were all over mine, his hands on my body, pulling me closer. I could feel his breath on my neck as he kissed me harder, deeper. I felt like I was melting in his arms. He kissed me like no one else had ever kissed me before. I wanted him. More than anything, I wanted him.
"I love you!" I whisperrd in his ear and he let out a small smile.
"Tonight,I'll show you that I'm a man, I'll make you scream my name, are you ready?" He asked and I let out a grin.
Touching his abs with my teeth biting my lips seductively "I'll wait for that," I said and without wasting time he picked me up, carrying me to the bed. His touch was rough but gentle at the same time. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. We didn't even need to say anything. Everything felt so natural, so real. He started touching me, and I moaned without thinking.
Gently his hands touched my and cupped my breast, his lips slowly on them, heigh made me moan slowly, gripping the bed sheet.
I could feel my wetness under.
I was lost in him. The world around us didn't matter. It was just him and me. I'd never felt anything like this before, not even with anyone else. He was the only man I had ever loved, and it felt right.
My mom and dad, they were never there for me. I grew up alone. They were rich, but that didn't matter. They'd abandoned me and Ashley, my little sister. I'd left her with the house cleaner. I told her I wouldn't be back tonight. I needed this, this escape, this comfort.
I moaned harder as he kissed me, his fingers moving in a way that made me lose my mind. It was like everything I had been holding inside for so long was finally being let go.
After a while, I could feel something in me, his fingers were there, going in and out, making me moan, and immediately I let out a juice, which he licked off.
"So sweet." He whispered
"Fuck me!" I begged, my voice low.
And without wasting time, he removed his cock. I had always seen it, but each time I saw it, I was always amazed at the massive size.
He was so perfect, God made him well.
Slowly he positioned it in my entrance and I gasped, waiting for him, and immediately he forced himself in, making me moan, he filled me with juice. We had always done it raw, cause he liked it that way. After the sex I'd take some drugs to afford any pregnancy.
"Go faster!" I said, with a low voice.
And he started thrusting faster, making me unable to close my mouth.
After thrusting for a while he got tired and lay on the bed, breathing heavily, and I took over. I straddled him, and started riding him. It felt incredible. I sucked him like I knew he wanted, and I could tell he liked it. His grip on me tightened as I moved faster.
"Hope you enjoyed it," I said, my voice breathless. "Do you love me?"
He nodded, but it didn't feel right. His response wasn't as strong as I expected, not like I wanted. Something about it didn't sit right with me. But before I could think too much about it, he fell asleep beside me.
I stared at his handsome face, wondering what he was really thinking. Why did he love me? Did he love me? Or was this all just something to pass the time?
I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but then I heard something. A voice. It was faint at first, but then clearer.
I got up, creeping toward the sound. I didn't know what I expected, but I didn't expect this.
I stood at the door, my hand on the doorknob, listening.
"I'm sorry babe, I don't like her. She's just like a sexmate. Someone I use to pleasure myself," he said, his voice cold, his words sharp.
My stomach dropped. My mind was spinning. Was he talking about me? He had to be.
It felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I heard everything.
His voice continued. "It's you I love. Please don't leave me."
That was it. That was the last straw.
I pushed open the door.
He was on the phone, his back turned to me. He didn't even notice I was there.
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. He was lying. He lied to me, told me he loved me, but it was all just a lie.
I took a deep breath, walking into the room. I couldn't stay quiet anymore.
"So, all those times we-" My voice cracked. "That was just sex, huh? Nothing more?"
He turned around, startled. He looked guilty, like he had been caught in something he didn't want to face.
"Isabella, wait," he said, but I wasn't listening.
I grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder.
"I'm leaving," I said, my voice shaking.
He reached for me, his hand on my arm.
"Please, babe. I'm sorry," he begged.
But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. The anger, the betrayal, it was too much.
I was almost out the door when my phone rang. I picked it up, barely able to focus on what was happening.
"Hello?" I said, my voice trembling.
"Isabella?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, but we need you to come to the hospital right away. Your parents... they've been in an accident. It's critical. You need to get here as soon as possible."
I felt my knees give way. My body went numb.
"What? No, no, no, this can't be happening!" I screamed into the phone.
"They... they're gone," the voice continued. "I'm sorry, Isabella. Your parents are dead."
The phone slipped from my hand, crashing to the floor.
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