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57| A Night to Remember?
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 58| Definitely, A Night to Remember
BALIAMy brain had turned to cotton candy. I couldn't think straight. As he pulled his clothes off, I remained in bed, eager to feel his body on mine, and when he joined me on the bed, the scent of wood and musk wafted into my nose.Pulling close to him, I pressed my fingertips onto his chest, grazing my nose down his arm as I inhaled his scent. "I love how you smell."His fingers brushed my hair back, and for a while, I believed he saw me as much better than the woman he could have access to. Maybe it was the way he delicately touched me. It was unusual for Senna.Wrapping his arms around my thigh, he pulled me into his body, so I sat astride him, feeling the bulge of his length through his cotton briefs.I looked down at him, into his eyes, and seeing the desire in his eyes as he looked at me made me ten times hornier than I already was. His large hands caressed my skin softly, and even with the drunken look in his eyes, I knew he wanted men, and it was different from the other days
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 59| Right in Front of You
The following day, she woke up to an empty bed. She had rolled to the other side of the bed with hopes of finding Senna asleep beside her, and when she felt an empty bed, her eyes cracked open, and she saw that he was no longer there. She sat up immediately and looked around to see that she was still in his room.He was probably in the bathroom taking a shower. After yesterday, he must have woken up early to freshen up.Stretching on the bed, I looked around me, taking in the dark theme of his room. Sunlight poured through the windows, hitting the sheets and giving them a golden yellow hue. Sitting up, I stretched out both arms and let out a loud yawn, feeling content and satisfied from last night.Leaning back against the headboard, I closed my eyes and began to reminisce moments from last night. The one I couldn't stop thinking about was how he held me after we had the previous round, how his arms moved slowly over my skin in the most soothing manner ever. It was a beautiful feelin
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 60| The Cons of Being a Leader
SENNAJason Smith was seated before me in the confines of my study. I had made it this way so we could have our privacy. There weren't any cameras here, and I had assured him of that.Leaning my elbows against my table, I stared at him and watched his expression before speaking. "I know you don't know what happened in the past few days." He nodded. "All of my belongings have been confiscated, so I don't know what's happening apart from the sun rising and setting." "Good. My warehouse has been under attack, and with each passing day, a newer one is attacked." Jason went still, then he blinked and shook his head. Confusion. "Uh-uhm, I'm sorry about that." "I did not ask you here for your sympathy," I replied and leaned back against my swivel chair before giving him a scrutinizing gaze. "I asked you here because I believe there's something you know and are not choosing to tell me." Jason sat up immediately and shook his head. "I already told you. There's nothing else
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 61| Dallying Around Danger
BALIA.I'd seen Luca step out of Senna's study with a smile, and immediately, I hid behind one of the doors and watched him from there. There was just something about his smile that screamed danger. Luca was my brother, so I could tell what was really on his mind from the way he looked.Something wasn't right. I couldn't follow him because one of Senna's guards was walking behind him.I moved out of the shadows and sighed before shaking my head and walking down the hall. I hadn't seen Senna since yesterday, and I had tried distracting myself with other things. I didn't want to overthink it, but I was starting to slip now.After swimming in delusion, I realized that he was indeed not going to call to ask if I was okay or the sort. I'd nearly texted him to ask how he was doing, and now that I thought of it, I felt incredibly embarrassed.I had just turned out of the corner when I found Senna standing by the door, speaking to one of the guards.I'd seen Luca leave his study, but I didn'
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 62| The Quest for Nepotism
Balia was in a daze, mostly because she hadn't expected that outburst from Senna.She tried to erase the memories from last night, but she couldn't. She had overthought over the past few days. Hell, she had swum in delusion, believing he had grown a soft spot for her. He had touched her in places, he had kissed her and caressed her, he had fucked her like he cared about her.Had that night not meant anything to him? Or was she the one overthinking and overanalyzing things? She could still see the cold look in his expression when he snapped at her. It felt familiar.Sighing, she shut the door to her room and went to take a seat on her bed, staring up at the ceiling again and reliving a dull day.—Senna was on a call with Batista when Elios came in. He quickly ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket before turning to him."You're here early."Elios shrugged, pulling out a chair as he took a seat. "I had to be here. You requested for me. I didn't have an option.""What has
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 63| Toxic Sibling-hood
BALIATrey. Something was going on. Tina told me he'd been locked up for doing something terrible to Senna, and I needed to know what, but unfortunately, she had no information on that.I'd even gone the extra mile by asking a few guards who looked nice enough to answer my question, but I was given no reply. Luca was the next person I would ask, but I couldn't. Not yet, at least. He was still locked up with people around. I had to sneak to him at the right time. I didn't even want to think about Senna this time. Everything that had happened between us both that night had been brushed under the carpet. I had come to terms with the fact that I'd been delusional to think that it meant anything to him, so I was back to hating him and wanting to escape, and with every growing moment, all I could feel was hate for him. I was seated at the dining table now, pushing my food around my plate and looking around to see if there was a chance for me to escape. Tina entered the dining room with a
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 64| Betrayal Is the Truth
Trey was yet to say what had happened, and Senna was hesitating to carry out the torture. There was something that held him back from doing so. Maybe it was because he didn't believe Trey could betray him. He was risking his empire, but what could he do? What exactly could he do? Trey had remained in the same spot for over twenty-four hours. His head was bent low, and his breathing was labored. When Senna came into the room, he raised his head. "You finally remember I exist," Trey said with a laugh and coughed. His voice was coarse, conveying tiredness. "I'm guessing you're here to see me regarding telling you the truth. Senna, I know nothing. Trust me. Hell, I can't even ask you for that because I can't even defend myself. But I'm just going to remind you that you'll kill me trying to get the truth out of me when I was never lying in the first place. I have nothing to hide, and whoever told you I have a thing to do with Diablo was sent by him." Senna scoffed and took a
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 65| A Swim Away from Seduction
BALIAOf all things to happen today, I hadn't expected it to be Senna coming out through the French doors, dressed in nothing but a pair of black shorts that showed off his powerful legs. I had just finished a lap and pulled out of the water when I saw him standing there.I blinked, hoping he would disappear the next second, but he was still standing there and staring at me. "Senna..."He tossed the towel hanging over his neck to the side and dove straight into the deep end of the water, taking me by surprise when he began to swim towards me with so much speed. He looked like a fish in the water, and I had to move aside for him to swim past, my mouth hanging open in awe.When he dove his head out of the water, I cleared my throat and turned away, deciding to take another lap. This was to avoid getting into any awkward stare or conversation with him. After I had been told to mind my business in the politest manner ever, I decided that it was all I would do.I thought I was going to swi
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