The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

The atmosphere was thick, tension hanging in the air, almost palpable. I could feel Sophia's resistance, but it was fragile, as if she were on the brink of completely giving in. With every movement, every breath, she came closer to what I wanted from her, closer to realizing that there was no way out. She was so lost in her own internal struggle that she could barely see the truth: she no longer had control. I did.

I approached her, feeling the room shrink with every step I took. She tried to maintain eye contact, but something in her body betrayed her insecurity. She was scared, and in some way, that pleased me. Fear, hesitation... that meant I still had her in my grasp.

"You said you were ready," my voice came out low but firm, full of disdain. "But I don't think you really understand what that means."

She didn't respond, merely staring at me, trying to regain control, but her posture said otherwise. The game had already moved beyond any choice of hers. She just didn't realize it yet.

"I am the only one who gets to decide what happens next, Sophia," I continued, stepping even closer. "And I'm going to show you that there's no room for doubt or resistance anymore."

She tried to back away, but the force I had over her was undeniable. I placed my hand firmly on her shoulder, pressing her against the wall. She swallowed hard, which gave me a small thrill, as if every movement of hers was a tiny victory for

me.

"You shouldn't have wasted time with her," I said calmly, but with clear intention to assert control. "You had a task to complete."

She didn't respond to that, but the way she looked at me told me that the resistance was fading. The look on her face was a mixture of confusion and reluctant submission. She had already taken the first step; I could see it in her eyes. The whip on the table caught my attention. Its cold leather gleamed in the light, and it felt like the perfect tool for this moment. She flinched when she saw me pick it up. The sound of it slicing through the air was sharp, and it made her body tense in anticipation.

"Do you still think you have control over this?" I asked, a twisted smile forming on my lips. "You don't, Sophia. And now, you're going to learn the hard way."

The first strike was soft, just enough to let her feel the snap of the whip against her skin. She flinched, but didn't cry out. Not yet. I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to see her crack open, wanted to see her break completely. Another strike, this time harder, and she gasped, her body arching against the wall. A deep, guttural sound escaped her, and I couldn't help but revel in it. I was in control, and she was mine.

"You're going to learn," I said, my voice calm, but with a dangerous edge. "That I'm the one who decides what happens to you now."

She didn't say anything, didn't even look at me, but I could see it in her posture-the way she shrank back, the way her body trembled slightly. She was starting to understand, starting to realize that resistance was futile. "Now," I began, my voice turning dark and commanding, "you're going to show me what you're capable of when you surrender completely."

She looked at me, her eyes still marked by insecurity, resistance lingering in her gaze. But I could see it: the beginning of acceptance. It was reluctant, but it was there. She wasn't ready to fully surrender, but the first crack was showing.

I guided her to the couch, and without a word, I let her sit down. The air between us felt heavier now. She knew what I expected. The tension was unbearable, thickening with each passing second. She wasn't fully ready yet, but I could see the vulnerability in her eyes.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Do you understand, Sophia?" I asked, my tone now softer, but still full of command. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

She swallowed hard, the only sign of her struggle. But she didn't answer, not with words, and that was enough. I could feel the shift in her, the slow but undeniable shift towards submission.

I stood up, watching her, studying the way her body trembled, the way her eyes darted around as if searching for a way out, but knowing deep down that there was none. She was mine, and she knew it.

"Don't forget, Sophia," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper, almost intimate. "This isn't just about what you do. It's about what you think, what you feel. The mental surrender is what matters most."

She closed her eyes, as if absorbing the weight of my words. I watched her, seeing the internal battle unfold. She didn't like what was happening. She didn't want to surrender. But she would. I would make sure of it.

I took a step closer to her, my eyes never leaving hers. "You've only just begun to understand. Tomorrow, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. You'll do as I ask, without hesitation. You will trust me completely. And when you do, you'll finally be free. Free of your resistance. Free of your doubts."

She said nothing, but the look in her eyes said it all. She was scared, uncertain, but there was something else there now-an acceptance, albeit unwilling, creeping in. She knew that there was no way out. Not anymore. "Tomorrow," I repeated, "we'll see just how far you're willing to go."