*Mafia boss and his lost love*
Alessa Romanov had endured a difficult childhood. Kidnapped at two years old, she had no memory of her biological family and spent fifteen years in captivity. It wasn't until her stepfather's death that she was finally...
Also, This chapter ends on a cliffhanger, so please, if possible(Not sure it is), try not to send too many threats and cusses. Thank you and enjoy reading ;) cuz you in for a ride
Mature content ahead
Hands on the fucking device people.
Enjoy my smutty hoes
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Ace's hand landed on my ass for the tenth time, and I couldn't help but wince in pain. Damn, that shit hurt—a lot.
"Where's that bratty mouth of yours now, darling? What did you say to me, hmm? Told me to go fuck myself, was it?" Another spank.
He stopped after the fifteenth one, and I took a deep breath, though I knew he was far from done, judging by the sadistic amusement gleaming in his eyes.
His fingers trailed lower, teasingly circling my wet folds. "So wet?" he mused, a cruel smirk curling his lips. "And I haven't even done anything yet."
"You know what this says about you, baby?" he asked, his fingers dipping inside me.
"It says you're a filthy little whore who likes getting punished," he mocked me before removing his fingers and I whimpered at the loss of contact.
With a sinister grin, Ace stepped back, leaving me aching and desperate for more. "Turn around, darling," he commanded. "And bend over the bed. You have a few left."
I obeyed, my legs wobbling slightly as I moved into position. I heard the distinct sound of his belt being removed, Then, with a sharp crack, the next spank landed on my ass, making me flinch. God I hated his belt.
"Don't pretend your slutty cunt doesn't like it," he taunted and his punishment continued until I had enough.
Ace finally stopped, and I was left trembling and sobbing. He came up to me, grabbing my chin roughly, forcing me to look into his eyes.
"Are you sorry?" he demanded.
I nodded breathlessly, tears streaming down my face. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry,"
His grip on my chin tightened, his eyes locked onto mine, "That's my good girl," he said, his voice softer now, his touch gentler as he wiped away my tears.
"Get on the bed," he says, releasing my chin.
"Daddy- Too sore- Can't," I managed to say, but he just smiled at me. "You have your safe word, love. If you want to use it, just say it." That shut me up. Bastard.
"Now, on the bed," he ordered. When I hesitated, he fixed me with a dangerous gaze. "Love, do you really think your ass isn't bruised enough?"
Slowly, I went and lay on the bed just like he had ordered. "Hands above your head," he said, and I complied, placing my hands above my head as he instructed. He approached me and quickly tied my hands together, securing them to the bedpost.
