
More Than Lust!
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Introduction
"Do it again and I will break your legs..."
He warned.
Her eyes filled with tears.
"Chief, I am sorry... I didn't wanted to but it happened all of a sudden... I had no idea..."
She sobbed.
Dominick grabbed her chin harshly.
"Open your mouth for only one thing in front of me..."
He gritted and she whimpered and sobbed when he let it go with jerk.
"Please Don't punish me... I am sorry"
She pleaded but her words fell on deaf ears.
"I don't want to do it, chief please... I am scared of this... Please, please..."
She cried.
"Strip..."
He ordered while walking towards the wall.
Her eyes widened when he did that. Grace couldn't think properly. Out of fear she ran towards the door but poor girl didn't know that she can't open it.
Grace is a nice and intelligent girl but her kindness is her enemy. she was living happy and peaceful life until Mob boss knocked on her door.
Grace had to sacrifice herself to the devil for her father's mistakes.
but does this devil have heart? how will Grace deal with this silent and cruel man who doesn't even talk to her? how long she can do it for her father? afterall it's not easy to have sex with mob boss.
Chapter 1
Grace's pov
I could hear morning birds chirping outside the window, the glimpse of sunlight filled my heart with relief when I realised that morning has made her presence known and now it will be over. It will chase dark night away.
My eyes are tightly shut, I am trying my best not to scream, I always try but I can't help it. He always makes me scream. My hands has started hurting after clutching on the bedsheets for whole night. But pain in hands is not the concern anymore, my whole body is hurting. I am exhausted by his tortures.
I can't open my eyes, I don't want to witness myself in this position. I know, it's going to haunt me forever. But even if I can't see, i can definitely feel it. I am lying naked beneath him, his large body has covered my tiny frame. My legs are sore after being spread for so long. I just hope my head won't hit the bedpost, the way he is ramming inside me after that I can only hope, not like i can do anything.
Another wave of shiver crawled all over my body when his hot tongue brushed my skin which is already between his teeth. He let it go leaving burning sensation behind and i gasped for air.
I tried to move my sore legs but his grip is too strong to let me move. I can feel his lips brushing against my neck but that's not the intense feeling. How can I even feel other touches when he is literally ripping me with his hardness. His every thrust is making me roll my head.
By now I have lost the count that how much time I have cum. I don't know how many times he has fucked me throughout this night.
As he increased his speed and i clutched on bedsheets tightly. My heart clenched with his every thrust. My skin is burning as his perfectly build body is sliding on me.
I don't want this pleasure, i don't want to experience this euphoric feeling. I don't want to moan in satisfaction. I don't want his hands on me still I am enjoying it.
He is no one, he is just a stranger. He is using me.
My thoughts got blurred when familiar intense feeling build up in my lower belly. I bit my lips as my toes automatically curled.
I tried not to scream but failed as usual. I let go throaty scream as I orgasmed.
I kept my eyes shut while gasping for air and gulping to sooth my dry and sore throat. It felt like infinity, I don't know how long he will take to climax. The way he is going, i don't think he is going to do it any sooner.
I don't know how he gets so much stamina. I am on verge of passing out. One more minute and I will be gone. Darkness has already started gathering in my head.
May be he noticed it, i don't know if he decided to show mercy on me or he is really done but he climaxed. I gulped as he filled me with his hot seeds.
His hot breath lingered on my neck for few more seconds but I didn't dare to look at him. I just can't, he is scary. Those cold grey eyes haunt me in dreams. I don't know when was the last time that I have looked in his eyes. He doesn't seem to care about it.
After some time I felt his heavy body leaving my personal space. As soon as his warm body disappeared, cold wind slapped my naked body. I don't even have the energy to find the right corner of bedsheet and protect myself from cold.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him with blurry vision. He left without a single word, not like i was expecting him to say anything.
I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer and let the darkness wash over me. The last sound I heard is familiar click of washroom door. As usual he must be taking shower.
I don't know how much time has passed but it felt like just a blink, My eyes got snapped open when I heard the bathroom door getting open.
I am sleeping in a fatal position, right now I want to gather enough energy so I can run back home. He came out only in his towel and i quickly looked at the floor. I don't want to look at his eyes, I just can't, it has became my phobia.
His legs halted, he must be looking at me angrily. He doesn't like it when I stay in his room after sex. I clutched on the bedsheet tightly, trying to disappear under it. His gaze is burning my body, i can feel it. After few seconds he walked in his closest and closed the door.
I sighed and got off the warm and soft bed. This bed is my another nightmare. I gathered my clothes and walked towards the washroom to wash myself. After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex.
Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion.
This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer.
Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss.
I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.
I still can't believe that I got involved with him. J don't know whom to curse, Myself or my father. I hate my father for it. I had to sell myself for him.
I still can't forget that night, when my doom knocked on our door and my life turned upside down.
Last Chapters
#127 127. Epilogue!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#126 126. Reasons!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#125 125. Getting Better!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#124 124. Apology!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#123 123. Back Together!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#122 122. Let's Go!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#121 121. Broken Trust!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#120 120. Misconceptions!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#119 119. Chaos!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#118 118. Long Lost Friend!
Last Updated: 5/6/2026
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