The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

Chapter 7

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 already know what we want sweetheart. You. You are

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

you

me with amusement and adoration on his face. The small smile would be hot if he wasn’t

revolting! I try to him a glare that would chop him up finer than the onions I put

stated and before I could tell him I wasn’t interested in his food, my tummy grumbled loudly. I couldn’t help but feel heat in my cheeks. I am sure if I looked in the mirror above me, my face would be as

promise to be good

I had to play along. I closed my eyes and

pushed.

play his s t u p

I replied, but more

remain on 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 hold my hand the entire time and will not fight me. Understood?” His aura is dominant,

sir” I

a key. A key! So even if I was able

gently rub my wrists to help regain circulation while he lifted the sheet from my feet and then released those bonds as well. I

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

yourself from us dear. You

as I begin to tremble. I

folded over his right arm and simple

as he makes his way over to the

be exposed to him. I hesitantly began to move my arms to cover myself but one stern look and a low baritone growl from Charlie stopped me. I

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