The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

Nathan

I knew the tension was in the air. I could feel it with every breath she took, with every subtle movement of her body. The way she sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on me as if she was trying to decipher every piece of me. She didn't know anything about what had happened, but I wanted her in a way I didn't even understand.

Marcus had bothered me more than I was willing to admit, but that wasn't what was affecting me right now. I found myself lost for a moment, observing what he had left behind. Marcus... he had always been a reminder of my old life, and I destroyed him. There was no room for him anymore, nor for the ghosts he represented.

But Sophia... she was different. I knew the power game was starting to take shape, but she wasn't like the others. She challenged me in a unique way, and I wanted more. Not just her body, though that was undeniable. I wanted her mind, I wanted to know how far she would go to truly surrender to what I was building here.

When she spoke, her voice low, as if she hesitated, something inside me tightened. I could see the doubt in her eyes, and it made me uneasy. "He's not coming back, right?" she asked, but her words were loaded with something more. It wasn't just a question about Marcus; it was about us, about what she felt for me, or what I expected her to feel.

I didn't want her to get involved more with my past. This game wasn't about him; it was about what we were creating now. But still, something inside me couldn't stop wanting her to know, to understand how complicated all of this was for

me.

"No, he's not. He knows where the line is," I said without hesitation. There was no need to go into details. What mattered was that, in this room, in this moment, I had the control. I could give her what she wanted, but I also had the power to take it away. She needed to understand that. I didn't just want her physically, I wanted her to give me her trust, that trust which seemed to be lacking when she looked at me.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But something inside me wanted to do more. I wanted to know how far she would be willing to go, I wanted to test her. It was a part of me that had yet to be filled, something Marcus couldn't touch, but she... maybe she could. I watched her more closely as I moved toward her. I saw the restlessness in her eyes, the confusion, the desire mixed with fear. She was teetering between wanting and retreating. I knew she was drawn to me, that was clear, but something was holding her back.

When I leaned over her, I felt the need to take control, to set the pace. The words she had said earlier, about "not knowing what this meant," echoed in my mind. She was lost, not understanding what game she was getting into. I had to show her what the game was that she wasn't in charge here. I was.

"You don't have to worry about him," I said, my voice husky, softer. "I don't want you to be involved with my past. He... he has nothing to do with what we're building here."

She was looking at me, the insecurity and curiosity burning in her eyes. She wanted more, she wanted to understand, but she was afraid to give herself up to something she couldn't control. I could feel that. I could use that to my advantage. She wanted to give herself to me, I knew that. She just didn't know how far to go.

When she spoke, her trembling voice made me feel something I wasn't prepared to face. "I just... don't know what this means to me," she said, the vulnerability in her words making my patience wear thin. She didn't know what she wanted, but I did. I knew exactly what she needed.

"I just want you. Completely." My voice came out firmer, no room for doubt. "But not just physically. I want you to understand me, Sophia. I want you to be my partner, but I know this is going to take more from you than just body and soul. This will require trust. And maybe you're not ready for that."

I could see her words echoing in my mind as I pulled back, only to move closer again. She was in a game she didn't fully understand, and I couldn't let that continue. I needed to be clear, I needed her to know exactly what I wanted from her. She was more fragile than I imagined, and that fascinated me. It wasn't just the desire, it was the idea of having complete control over what she felt. Of making her want me, but in a way that would be entirely mine. I had that power over her. I knew what she wanted, but she needed to understand that I was in control. Her surrender would be inevitable.

When she looked at me, I saw a mix of fear and desire. She knew she was starting to fall, but didn't know how to stop. She wanted more, and I was ready to give her what she needed. I leaned down to her, my lips so close to hers, feeling the tension rise, the anticipation almost palpable.

"I know you feel this too, Sophia. You can deny it, but I see it in your eyes, in the way you breathe near me. You want to surrender, just like I do. And when that happens, everything will be different."

I could see the conflict in her eyes, but I knew deep down she wanted me. And when she finally surrendered, she wouldn't have control anymore. She would be mine. All of her would be mine.