The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

Sophia

The days blurred together in a haze of confusion and dread. Nathan's words, his presence, seemed to wrap themselves around me like a dark cloud, suffocating any trace of clarity. No matter how hard I tried to ignore him, to block out the pull he had over me, it was impossible. Each encounter only served to deepen my uncertainty, my struggle to maintain control over my own life. The more I resisted, the tighter his grip became.

I had always prided myself on my strength, my independence. I never imagined I would be here, trapped in this twisted game, where I was forced to play by his rules. But no matter how much I fought, I couldn't seem to break free from him. Nathan was a force, relentless and unyielding, and I was nothing but a captive in his twisted world.

It was late one evening when I found myself alone in the library, trying to distract myself with a book I could barely focus on. My mind kept drifting back to him, to that chilling smile that never seemed to leave his face. I heard the door creak open behind me, the familiar sound of footsteps that I knew all too well.

"Do you ever stop running from me, Sophia?" Nathan's voice was soft, almost taunting, as he stepped into the room. The way he said my name made my skin crawl, as if he owned it, as if I were already his.

I didn't look at him. Instead, I kept my eyes on the book in my hands, hoping the simple act of reading would help me maintain some semblance of control.

"I'm not running from you," I muttered, my voice betraying the lie. "I just don't need to play your game."

"You're already playing, whether you want to admit it or not," he said, his tone low and dangerous. "The question is how long can you keep pretending you don't want it?"

I felt the heat of his gaze before I even turned to face him. His presence filled the room, dark and consuming. He took a step closer, his movements deliberate, calculated. I could feel the tension building between us, thick and suffocating. "I don't need you, Nathan," I said, my voice firmer now, though my heart raced with fear I couldn't shake. "You don't control me."

His lips curved into a knowing smile, but there was something cruel about it. "You think you have control? You're just playing at it. Deep down, you know that I hold the cards. I always have."

I stood up abruptly, my pulse quickening. "I won't be your puppet.'

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Nathan's expression hardened, and before I could move away, he was right in front of me. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a strength that made my breath catch in my throat.

"Let go of me!" I snapped, trying to free myself from his grip. But the more I struggled, the tighter his hold became. It was as if he was savoring every second of my resistance, enjoying the way I fought, knowing all too well that he was in control.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "You're mine now. You'll learn to accept it."

I glared at him, trying to summon whatever strength I had left, but the truth was undeniable. He was right. I was already tangled in his web. Every attempt to escape only pulled me deeper into his grasp.

"Let me go," I repeated, more forcefully this time, but the words felt weak, futile.

Nathan's grip tightened for a moment, but then he released me, stepping back. I was left standing there, shaking with a mix of anger and fear. I wanted to fight, to scream at him, to tell him that I wouldn't be his, but something inside me—a dark, twisted part of me wasn't sure anymore. A part of me was starting to wonder if he was right. Maybe I was already his.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice quieter now, as the battle inside me raged on. "What do you want from me?"

He tilted his head, his eyes dark and calculating. "What do I want? I want you to understand something, Sophia. I want you to understand that you're not as powerful as you think. You never were."

I felt a cold rush of panic flood my chest, and I took a step back, suddenly afraid of what he might do next.

"You want me to break," I said, the words coming out more like a statement than a question.

Nathan stepped closer again, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don't want you to break, Sophia. I want you to submit. To surrender to me, completely. It's the only way you'll truly be free."

"Free?" I scoffed, the bitterness in my voice betraying me. "This isn't freedom. This is imprisonment."

Nathan smirked, his hand reaching up to trace the line of my jaw. His touch was light, almost gentle, but it made me recoil all the same. "You don't understand, do you? This is freedom, Sophia. The freedom to give yourself completely. To let go of all the fears, all the doubts, all the walls you've built around yourself."

I shook my head, unable to comprehend what he was saying. "You're insane."

"Am I?" His voice was low, dangerous, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You'll see soon enough. You'll see that I'm the only one who can give you the release you crave. The only one who can set you free."

I didn't respond, couldn't respond, because deep down, a part of me was beginning to believe him. He had already taken so much from me, and yet I was still here, standing in front of him, caught in his grasp. I didn't know if I could fight him anymore. Maybe I didn't even want to.

Nathan took another step closer, his breath hot against my skin. "You'll learn, Sophia. You'll learn that resistance is pointless. You'll beg me for more."

My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I wasn't sure what would happen next. Would I fight him? Or would I fall into his arms, surrendering to the dark, dangerous pull that he had over me?