The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

7 – No Escape?
Aurora

I feel a walm calming sensation against my cheek that brings me back from the depths of my dreamless state. I can’t help but lean into it and let out a soft moan as I try to cuddle closer to the source.

A light chuckle forces me to suddenly open my eyes and takes me a few blinks to fully awaken and register a face close to mine. Not just any face, an angelic sculpted face hiding the true demonic nature of the one and only Charlie DuPont. He is wearing a black full sleeve dress shirt, top two buttons undone, and black business slacks.

“Good morning sweetheart. Sleep well?” he coos.

I can’t help but remain speechless. I blink a few more times before my breath hitches in my throat and tears begin to silently flow down my cheeks.

“Sshhh little one. It’s okay. It’s okay” Charlie calmly says as he cups my face with his big hands and begins to wipe away my tears with his thumbs. I can feel the cool metal of his rings against my heated cheeks. He continues to murmur sweet nothings until the tears stop and I begin to just sniffle as my breath comes back to me.

“Good girl.” He praises. With that said my lower belly tightens and heat rushes to my core. I can’t believe can have a reaction like this to my kidnapper. What is wrong with me? I have to mentally shake my head out of my own thoughts.

“W-wh-what d-do y-you w-w-want?” I stutter out. My throat is still so hoarse.

He smiles and tilts his head. He leans in so his face is so close to me. Just a few mere inches and our l*ps could touch. I can’t help but look at his pink l*ps and I bite my lower l*p trying to control the warm fuzzy feelings in my belly.

He leans in further and just as I think he is going to k*ss me; he changes directions and places his l*ps to my forehead and lingers there.

When he releases my face, he turns his b*dy briefly and grabs the water bottle that was sitting on the side table. He uncaps it and brings his strong hand under my head and helps support me, bringing the bottle to my l*ps. I greedily open up and allow the cool liquid to rush into my b*dy.

He takes the bottle away when it is nearly finished and flashes that million-dollar pantry dripping smile. I stare at him, raising an eyebrow waiting for an answer.

You. You are ours. We love

closes like a gasping fish for a moment. Trying to comprehend this absurdity. Then I

NOT my home. And I am NOT yours. If you love me like you say you do, then RELEASE ME!” I practically scream while pulling once again on the restraints that bind me

The small smile would be hot if he wasn’t my f u c k

revolting! I try to him a glare that would chop him up finer than the onions I put in my soups, but it only

you promise to be a good girl for us. Breakfast is ready. You must be hungry, love.” He stated and before I could tell him I wasn’t interested in his food, my tummy grumbled loudly. I couldn’t help but feel

smirked. “You promise to be good girl

closed my eyes and breathed a

pushed.

Fine, I’ll play his s t u

replied, but more like

this bed. I will grab your clothes and dress you. You will NOT fight me. We will walk down to the dining room together and you will

I

a key. A key! So even if I was able to touch the damn cuffs, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.

gently rub my wrists to help regain circulation while he lifted the sheet from my feet and then released those bonds as well. I slowly sit up, holding the sheet to my nearly bare chest

a beat, he is right next to me, sitting down on the edge next to me. His weight dipping the mattress and his tall muscular figure still towering over my small frame. The amber lighting framing his figure like an angelic glow. He grabs my wrists in a tight hold and forcefully brings them down to my side. A smirk on his face as the sheet falls into my lap exposing my lacy bra, the globes of my D breasts are sitting nicely inside the cups, making them look full. My cleavage is defined and accented by

be even more embarrassing. My breath quickens and my chest rises and falls rapidly. “Never hide yourself from us dear. You are breathtaking my love. You belong to us, all of you. Remember that.” He stands and once again places a k*ss on my forehead and then my cheek and then turns his

my sides as I begin to tremble. I am beyond scared thinking about what these men

right arm

his way over to the

I hesitantly began to move my arms to cover myself but one stern look and a low baritone growl from Charlie stopped me. I tried to look anywhere else, feeling the heat of