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MidReal Story
Captivated by the Mafia Boss
Scenario:Mafia dark romance with a lot of sex
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Elena Rossi
the kidnapped victim,has a complex relationship with Dominic,petite with long dark hair,resilient and conflicted.
Dominic Santino
the mafia boss who kidnaps Elena,deeply involved with Elena,tall with sharp features and piercing eyes,dominant and protective.
Marco Rossi
Elena's older brother and Dominic's right hand,protective of Elena,muscular build with a stern face,loyal and authoritative.
I was kidnapped by a mafia boss.
He was supposed to kill me, but he spared my life.
He was never supposed to love me, but I fell for him anyway.
He was never supposed to let me go, but he did.
And now it’s too late.
Elena Rossi is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Captivating and alluring, she’s everything I thought she wasn’t.
She came into my life like a storm and stayed like the calm after it.
She accepted me for who I am and never once asked for more.
She was broken, hurt from the past, but I loved her with every drop of blood that coursed through my veins.
A powerful mafia boss who always gets what he wants—how could I ever resist him?
My life has always been a mess, until I met Dominic.
He was meant to be a one-night stand, a way to release my sexual frustrations and move on with my boring life.
I never thought I’d fall for a man like Dominic, but he was so different from anyone I’d ever met.
Tall and built like a brick wall, with sharp features and piercing eyes, he was imposing and intimidating.
He was the kind of man that women threw themselves at, but he never even spared them a second glance.
And why would he?
He was out of my league, and I knew it.
I didn’t have time for him anyway.
I was always working, always stressing about money or school or work…anything to keep my mind from wandering to darker places.
But that didn’t stop me from accepting that shot of tequila, or from admiring the way his eyes darkened as they raked over my body, or from wondering what it would feel like to have his skin against mine.
Tequila made me bold, but it also made me stupid.
It made me forget about the consequences of my actions, and it made me stop caring about everything but the man in front of me.
And in that moment, all I wanted was Dominic.
I wasn’t thinking about the lies he’d tell me, or the secrets he’d keep from me.
I wasn’t thinking about his criminal empire that stretched across the country, or his dark past that haunted him with every step he took.
All I could think about was the way his hands felt on my body, and the way his lips felt against mine.
“Come here,” he said, voice low and commanding.
His eyes were staring into mine, but they were so dark that I couldn’t even see their color.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He pulled me closer to him, one hand on my back and the other on my neck, until there were just a few inches separating our bodies.
My breath hitched in my throat when he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You’re perfect.”
Then he kissed me, and my world exploded into a million pieces.
It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, desperate for more.
It was hard and fast and deep, but at the same time it was gentle and sweet and perfect.
It was everything I’d ever wanted in a kiss and more.
And in that moment, I knew that there was no turning back from this.
It might not have been love at first sight, but it was definitely lust at first touch.
“Tell me what you want,” Dominic whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine as his hot breath tickled my ear.
I moaned, mindlessly grabbing at him, unsure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away, anything to just feel more of him against me.
His hands slid down my body, fingers digging into my hips as he lifted me up so I was standing on my toes, my mouth dangerously close to his.
“Tell me,” he growled, “or I’ll make the decision for you.”
And then his lips crashed down onto mine, stealing my breath as all coherent thoughts flew out of my head.
I was so lost in him, in his touch, in his kiss, that I didn’t even realize we’d made it to his room until I was lying on his bed with him hovering over me.
It was like a dream, a fantasy come to life, except this was so much better because it was real.
He was real, and I could feel every inch of his body against mine.
He was still kissing me, gently nipping at my lower lip with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He must have known how much I wanted him because he didn’t waste any time bringing me to the edge, his fingers and mouth working together to give me everything I’d been craving for longer than I cared to admit.
He wasn’t gentle this time; he was demanding and rough but still somehow managed to be caring and sweet all at once.
It was like he was two different people, and I loved them both equally.
But it wasn’t the same as before; this time was different because I was different—because I was so lost in him that I couldn’t think about anything else but how he made me feel.
I thought of his hands on my skin and his lips on mine and the way he looked at me like I was everything he’d ever wanted and more, and it was like a drug that I just couldn’t get enough of.
I knew that having him like this would only make it harder when he was gone…if he ever left to begin with.
And when I came apart under him, crying out his name as pleasure ripped through me, he stopped moving for a moment before pressing his forehead against mine and letting out a loud groan as if he were in pain but couldn’t stop himself from coming with me anyway.
He was perfect.
My arms were around him, my nails digging into his skin as I held on for the ride, and then he was pulling away just as soon as it had started, his body still so close to me that I could feel the rhythm of his pounding heart.
Just when I thought I couldn’t want him any more than I did, he leaned down and kissed me, still rough but still perfect, and I was lost all over again.
I wrapped my arms around him again, holding him close even though I knew it wasn’t right, and I hated myself for wanting him the way that I did.
But it didn’t matter because he wanted me too, and everything else could wait.
I’d been lost in him for what felt like an eternity, but it hadn’t actually been that long.
When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself; my hair was wild, my eyes were glassy, and there were bruises on my neck that I’d have to hide later.
I went into the bathroom to try to fix myself up, but it didn’t do much good—nothing could hide the truth.
And the truth was that I was in over my head; I’d gotten myself in too deep, and now there was no way out.
It had been so easy to forget about everything else for a little while, but then again, that’s why I’d come here to begin with.
I’d been looking for an escape, for a way to get out of my head, and Dominic had given me that—even if it was only for a few minutes.
But then I saw the headlines on the front page of the newspaper sitting on the counter, and everything came crashing back down around me.
Two Dead in Downtown Shootout
Police Confiscate Over 50 Kilos of Cocaine
Manhunt Underway for Notorious Drug Lord
It didn’t take long to put everything together in my mind; there could be no other explanation for who Dominic really was.
I went back out into the bedroom and found him pulling his clothes on, and even though it felt wrong to do so, I held out the newspaper to him anyway.
“You’re a drug lord?”
Dominic took the paper from me and glanced at it quickly before tossing it aside like it meant nothing to him.
“Is that really all you have to say?”
I asked quietly.
“What do you want me to say?”
he asked with a shrug.
“I know what you are.
I knew it the first time you walked in here.
But you were so good at hiding it, at pretending to be someone else.
I almost believed you.”
“I never lied to you,” he told me with a frown on his face.
But it had been a lie of omission, which was almost worse.
And it hurt me to think that he could have kept something so big from me for so long.
“So you just thought it would be okay to keep me in the dark for how long?That I wouldn’t find out eventually?
Or did you want to keep pretending to be something you’re not?”
“I am what I am,” he said with a shrug.
I couldn’t believe he would act like this, like we hadn’t spent the last several months together.
“Don’t act like this is nothing,” I said, feeling tears come to my eyes even though I knew it wouldn’t do any good to let them fall.
“People died because of you.
Can you even imagine what their families are going through right now?”
Dominic caught me by the arms, holding me in place so that I couldn’t look away from him, his bright blue eyes staring into mine even though I didn’t want him to see how much I cared.
“I’m not like him,” he said firmly.
“And you know it.”
No, he wasn’t like the man who’d hurt me so long ago—theat much was true—but I didn’t know if that was any better.
Because Dominic was so much worse in his own way.
He was so much more dangerous, so much more powerful, so much more everything.
And even though I knew I should have been afraid, part of me couldn’t help but be drawn to him anyway.
Because the truth was that Dominic was gorgeous, in a rugged sort of way: tall and muscular, with a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a prominent nose.
He looked like he could have been a model if he’d wanted, but it was so much better to know that he didn’t have to try to be anything special; he just was.
But it wasn’t just his looks that drew me to him; it was something else too, something more.
It was the way he moved, how he spoke, the air of confidence about him.
It was the way he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, like he could see right through me.
It was the way he made me feel, both when we were together and when we weren’t.
It was the way he smelled, how his body felt against mine, the way his touch set me on fire.
It was everything about him, all at once, all the time, every single thing he said or did or thought or felt—that was what drew me to him more than anything else, although it took me longer to realize it than it should have.
I knew better than to fall for someone like Dominic Santino—I’d known it from the very beginning—but I did it anyway because I couldn’t help myself, because I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
It hadn’t been easy to hide my relationship with Dominic from my brother Marco, but it had been easier than I’d thought it would be at first.
I’d been worried when we first started dating that Marco would figure out what was going on because I acted so different around Dominic than I did anyone else.
But it turned out that Marco didn’t care about me as much as I thought he did; if anything, he was relieved to know that someone was finally taking care of me the way I always needed him to.
Which was good for me, although it was also bad because it meant that Marco and I were growing apart more and more as time went on and we got older and our lives took us in different directions.
But it was what it was, and there wasn’t anything either of us could do about it now—not unless we wanted to try to go back and fix all of our mistakes over again, which seemed impossible to me.
I didn’t like lying to him any more than I liked lying to Dominic or anyone else close to me, but some secrets were better left kept in the dark—and this was one of them.
I didn’t really like lying to anyone at all, but I did it anyway because there were some truths that were too dangerous for anyone to know—especially my brother Marco.
So I told him what he wanted to hear even though it wasn’t really true because the truth was not something I ever wanted him to find out—and if he did find out somehow, then both Dominic and I would be in a whole lot of trouble because of it.
It wasn’t fun to lie to my brother Marco, who had always been the one person in my life who I felt like I could trust no matter what.
But it would be even worse if he found out what was really going on—and so I kept on lying to him over and over again even though it made my stomach turn every single time I did it.
I knew that wasn’t good for me, and that at some point soon I would have to end things with Dominic so that I could stop lying to everyone who mattered to me so much—and the idea of doing that broke my heart in a way that I couldn’t bear to think about, not when there was so much else happening in my life already that was breaking my heart and tearing me apart at the seams, a little bit more each and every day.
I’d never thought that this was how my life would turn out when I was younger, but maybe there hadn’t ever been a chance for it to turn out any other way than this because this had always been where we were meant to end up, no matter what we’d ever done to try to change the fate that we’d been given from the very beginning.