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26| Senna Is a Killer
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 27| Teases laced with Sadism
Balia's POVSenna was at the table, and a cup of steaming hot coffee sat beside him as he leafed through files. They probably contained information about the people he was to kill. I saw things like these in movies.How was he able to do this with a straight face? Wasn't he supposed to feel sinful for all the evil acts he'd been committing? I guess bad people do evil to the fullest—immorality at its finest. Tina had just set my food before me when Senna slapped the file on the table. He folded his fingers into one another and stared right at me. "You were asleep when I came back last night," He began. I picked up my spoon and scooped the soup into my mouth. What was he expecting? A reply? A reply, my ass. "You heard what I said, didn't you?"Sighing, I dropped the spoon on the space beside me and looked him in the eyes. He still had that cold glare on. "And what do you want my reply to be? Oh, yes, I was sleeping. There, you have it."He lowered his head and picked up his fork. "I
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 28| Sex in the Dining room
Senna's POVShe was nervous. I could see it in her eyes. I could read it in her expression. From the way her cheeks were lightly dusted pink to the form, her aquamarine eyes avoided my gaze. She had beautiful eyes. She had a beautiful face, and I wanted to fuck her face. "Look at me, Balia," I commanded. She did. I smiled. My hands were still buried between her thighs, and though I had stopped my movements, I could still feel her wetness on my fingers. I wanted to touch her in ways she'd never experienced. She looked naïve. She looked like she had never been fucked to satisfaction, and here she was, seated on my thigh, her body begging to be fucked. She was a stubborn one, but her body was relatively easy to be manipulated.She was wearing a pale orange dress, one that made her skin brighter than usual. I had been staring at the decent cleavage it left open, unable to stop my groin from tightening, and then she had flared, causing me to lose my cool.She licked her lips. It was one
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 29| Not In The Mood
Balia didn't care if she was naked. She didn't care if Tina or any other person saw her naked. She walked through the door leading out of the dining room with slight difficulty, and she was sore all over.He had handled her without minding if she enjoyed it or not, and she hadn't. Not at all. She had hated every moment of it, and she wished there was a way she could erase all of these from her head. It was going to haunt her for a while. As she stepped onto the steps, her hand gripped the railing, and she trudged weakly up the stairs. She slipped into her room and went into the bathroom, washing herself with so much vigor. She didn't want to feel his touch on her, didn't eat to feel his scent on her skin from when he had pushed her against his skin and their sweats had mingled. She sat on the bathroom floor as hot water from the shower poured against her skin. As soon as she was done bathing, she cleaned her body up and slipped into a pair of cotton pants and a small tube. She f
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 30| Sadistic
Placido knew when to act right, and it was mostly when Senna was around. His boss didn't have the time for small talk or the sort. All he wanted was for you to go to the fucking point.Placido nodded immediately and led Senna toward the small room adjoining the larger one. It was dark and musty, mostly used to store stuff, but she was here now, blindfolded and hands and feet tied to a metal chair with jute ropes.Senna smiled, and Placido came over with a revolver in his hand. He was about to hand it over to Senna, who glared at him."You're here again," Amanda began in a light tone. It infuriated him that she could keep her cool no matter the odds. It reminded Senna of himself. "Senna fucking Black. Ironically, you would want to kill me yourself.""Indeed," Senna replied coolly and walked over to her. He pushed the blindfold from her face, revealing her gray orbs. Those were the eyes she had used to capture him. Those eyes and that body.Fucking snake, he thought to himself. He had h
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 31| Friends Don’t Exist
Senna left the club later in the evening after he met with his new clients. They had contacted him for help, using his logistics to ship opium and just as they were done finalising, Senna got a call from one of the men who had been in charge of shipping goods from Cuba to inform him that the seaport services had held them and how their goods had been seized.Senna was terribly angry and had contacted his Underboss, Rocco, to find out what had happened."The person we paid to handle importing the container had us deceived. I've been trying to contact him since the issue came up. His number has been redirected.""What happened to Benson? Isn't he the one in charge of our importations? Why didn't you give him the gig then?""Benson is on a one-month leave and won't be around till next month. He was the one who referred us to Ferdinando, and we trusted him."Senna kicked the tires of his car in anger, hating that he had to experience one bad thing for another in the space of two days. It
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 32| Intense Negative Emotions
Balia's POVI was standing before him now, and his fingers were tightly wrapped around my arm. My cheeks were streaked with tears, but he didn't seem to care."What did you do today?" He asked as he released me from his hold. I staggered back in relief and watched as he took out a cigarette pack from his pocket. He pulled it open and slipped one out, lighting it up with a metal lighter he produced from his pocket."Nothing of much importance," I replied while rubbing my arms. Why did he care what I did today anyway?He scoffed and leaned against my window, dragging for a while before he inhaled and puffed out its content. "You know, I had a shitty day today.""I don't see how that is any of my business." I blurted out before I could even weigh my words.My eyes fleeted towards him to see that he was smiling. Something definitely felt strange about his smile. "I never said it was any of your business." "So why are you here?" I asked as I walked towards him, wondering where this bold
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 33| A Reputation for Breaking Hearts
All Balia could do was cry. She had no say in anything happening in her life right now. Senna had left about an hour ago, and she lay in bed, begging for sleep to come and begging for her thoughts to stop tormenting her.But how could she do it? Seduce a stranger and sleep with him because Senna wanted a deal signed?She has become a whore overnight, and Senna was the pimp who didn't give a shit about her.She finally fell asleep with tears in her eyes, and the following day, she decided to remain in her room as she built the mental capacity to face a group of people she had never met.Tina came in later to check in on Balia. She also came in with a large gift box."You don't look too bright this morning," Tina said as she placed the box beside the bed. "Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?""Coffee would do fine," Balia said in reply. Her voice was coarse, all thanks to Senna, who had nearly choked her to death last night. "I need it.""Of course. I'll do that now.""What's in th
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 34| Anxiety and Pretence
By the time Balia was all dressed up, it was already six in the evening.She stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at her dress. It was an off-the-shoulder gown with a plunging neckline and a bare back. The lady suggested wearing a thong to make her underwear less visible.She stood four inches taller than her average height, her hair bouncing over her shoulders in fat beach curls. Her makeup was dark and smoky, giving the impression of a woman with an air of darkness around her.Balia wasn't sure she liked this. As beautiful as she looked tonight, she preferred curling up in bed and watching a movie or reading a book.Her dress was smoothed over by the lady whom she later discovered her name was Melinda."You look gorgeous tonight," She said as she placed her hands on Balia's shoulders. "Let's see if he gets moved by you for real."Balia wasn't interested in any of that. As far as she was concerned, all she wanted was for the night to end as fast as possible. She wanted t
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