Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

(Warning: This chapter contains some sexual content that may be offensive to some readers, please do not read if you’re below 18. Do not read if you are not a fan of BDSM sex, read on your own discretion)All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“No… ooo! Damien!” I screamed out, my voice filled with sheer terror. The room seemed to amplify my fear, the echoes bouncing off the walls. The overwhelming feeling of dread coursed through my veins, leaving me trembling with fear. As I glanced upward, my eyes widened in sheer terror. He locked the door, trapping us in the brightly lit room with a haunting pink glow. The room fell into an eerie silence, leaving me frightened and filled with suspense, desperate to know what he was really up to.

My whole being was consumed by fear as I witnessed the devilish smirk on his lips. At that moment, I deeply regretted ever stepping my foot out of the house. I had foolishly believed that his threats were nothing more than empty words, but now I have realized the gravity of the situation. I must have been kidding myself. Tears streamed down my face as he ruthlessly shoved me against the bed. I let out a gut-wrenching groan, feeling the pain reverberate through my body. Frantically, I attempted to scramble away from his menacing gaze, but he forcefully halted my escape, his imposing figure casting a shadow over me.

Despite how freaking out I was, Summoning every ounce of courage I had left, I managed to speak, disguising my overwhelming nerves. “How… How can you possibly desire something that you loathe?” I questioned, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and panic.

Suddenly my heart skipped a beat as he abruptly paused, his gaze darkening in response to my words. He stared at me intensely for what felt like an eternity, and a glimmer of hope flickered within me. But just as quickly as it appeared, that hope was shattered as I felt his weight press against me once again. My mind raced, overwhelmed by the suffocating presence of his negative energy, like an ominous black cloud. In an instant, he seized my wrist with a brutal, punishing grip, his low growl sending shivers down my spine. “Consider this your punishment,” he snarled, his words dripping with menace.

I gazed at him in disbelief, my voice trembling with both pain and fear. “Pun… Punishment?” I stammered, my words barely escaping my lips.

His darkened eyes, filled with a disturbing mix of lust and cruelty, roamed over every inch of my body. “Every act of disobedience warrants an inescapable punishment,” he snarled, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion.

However, fear surged through me as I desperately tried to free my fist from his absurd grip. “I’m your wife, not a puppet to be tortured!” I yelled, my voice filled with a mixture of defiance and hidden pain.

But surprisingly, he threw his head back and laughed. It was such a cold, emotionless laugh that made my blood freeze in my veins, “Oh, it’s just a title,” he sneered, his words piercing through me like ice. “Didn’t you read the contract or were you kept in the dark by Daniel Harlow? The marriage is a 50-50 deal… Pull your family out of shame and seize control of the company,” he smirked, his grip tightening as he forcefully dragged my hand towards the bed, intent on chaining it.

I resisted and fought against his grip, my struggle only provoking low growls and snarls from him. “You better behave,” he barked, his voice filled with aggression.

“Let me… go,” I managed to say, but before I could finish, his palm struck my cheek with a force that made my neck snap to the side. Pain surged through me, and as I blinked back the tears, my eyes met his with a burning hatred.

My heart raced as his words cut through me like a knife. “How dare you disrespect me like that? Nobody has ever challenged me… not even you, you little slut,” he spat with boiling anger. In a swift and brutal motion, he chained my hands with handcuffs to the bed restraints above my head. I cried out, my screams echoing in the room, desperately pleading for him to release me.

My heart raced as he grabbed a tape from the side table and forcefully tied it around my mouth, silencing my cries. I struggled, flipping my legs in an attempt to break free from the heavy, tight chains that bound my hands. The situation felt absurd and terrifying.

Nevertheless, he moved away from me, forcefully stretching my legs wide, causing excruciating pain to shoot through my limbs. I cried out, the beads of sweat rolling down my face. Helplessly, he chained each of my legs to the sides, securing them to the end of each bedside.

The situation grew more intense and unsettling, causing my body to tremble with pain, fully aware of what was about to come next. A smirk crossed his face as he relished in my vulnerable state. The tears I had been holding back finally broke free, streaming down my face. He stepped away from the bed and confidently walked towards a wardrobe nearby, intensifying the sense of dread in the room.

Melancholy, my eyes widened with a mix of panic and dread as he opened the wardrobe, revealing a collection of BDSM equipment neatly arranged in each unit. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach, filled with a sense of despair. I couldn’t contain my fear any longer, and I screamed, desperately swaying back and forth on the bed, hoping for an escape.

My hair was in a tangled mess, flipping in different directions as he took out an array of equipment. He turned towards me with a dangerous grin, his gaze fixated on my petite frame. It felt as though he saw me as a stunning canvas, ready for him to unleash his twisted mix of punishment and pleasure upon. The intensity of the situation continued to escalate, leaving me feeling trapped and vulnerable.

My chest rises and falls rapidly, my breath becoming labored as a sense of helplessness washes over me. I am all too aware of what is about to happen, yet I feel utterly powerless to prevent it. With a gentle touch, he pulled out a long table and meticulously arranged each BDSM tool upon it. His gaze fixated upon me, his attention devilishly focused on my trembling form. The anticipation and fear continue to mount, intensifying the unsettling atmosphere in the room.

And suddenly my heart raced as he leisurely unbuttoned his navy jacket, hanging it on the coat hooks by the door. The next item to be discarded was his tie, slowly undone and laid flat on the wooden table alongside the other equipment for our session. The anticipation grew, mixing with a cocktail of emotions that left me both intrigued and apprehensive.

My body glistened with perspiration, small beads of sweat forming on my chest. The heat from the floor-to-ceiling windows pressed against my back and plump backside. My breath quickened as he approached me with deliberate steps, his presence commanding. He halted in front of me, his grip on my clothes forceful and unyielding. The intensity of the moment heightened, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

However, filled with heart-wrenching pain and fear, I let out a muffled cry, my voice barely audible through the gag. Desperately, I shook my head from side to side, silently pleading for him to release his grip. But like the devil he was, he swiftly yanked my clothing off, leaving my naked body exposed. The vulnerability and fear consumed me, intensifying the unsettling atmosphere in the room.

To be continued……..