I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. novel Chapter 34

⚠️ Trigger Warning:

This chapter contains themes of emotional manipulation, coercion, sexual insecurity, psychological manipulation, coercion, and trauma-related thoughts.

⚠️ Reader Warning:

Please remember, no one should ever be forced or pressured into anything like this. If you’re reading and feeling uncomfortable, it’s okay to take a break or skip ahead. Your feelings and boundaries always come first.

Madeleine

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡

My hands were shaking.

I stared at the screen like it had teeth and every new message felt like a bite, designed to make me bleed.

Unknown: Now we’re getting somewhere.

Unknown: You’ll do anything? Then show me.

Me: No, I already regret the one I sent you. You just want more leverage on me.

What would Adriano do if he knew?

Would he still look at me the same?

Or would this make me dirty in his eyes?

Unknown: Come on, Madeleine. You don’t even know how to please a man. Why don’t you try it with me? I’ll show you how, before you get the chance to disappoint Adriano too.

I stared at the message until the words blurred, until the black letters merged into one another.

Disappoint Adriano.

The words echoed in my head. He said what I’d been too afraid to admit out loud. What I knew deep down because it was true, wasn’t it?

I didn’t know how to please anyone.

Carlos words echoed in my head...

You’re cold. Frigid. You don’t know a thing about satisfying a man.

Fucking you is like fucking a corpse.

You never wore anything sexy. You never got on your knees.

You think he’s gonna stick around once he figures out you’re a cold fish with a pretty face?

You think he’s gonna put up with a girl who won’t even suck his dick?

I swallowed, my throat dry and tight. I hated that I still remembered every word. I hated it more that some part of me believed them.

Because what had I ever done to prove him wrong? I hadn’t been bold or confident or seductive. I’d never initiated anything. I didn’t know how to move my body in ways that screamed desire. I barely even knew how to feel it, most of the time.

Carlos had taken whatever curiosity I had about intimacy and turned it into dread.

And now there was Adriano.

I thought of the rooftop, the night air, the skyline stretched above us, and him pressed so close I forgot how to breathe. I remembered the kiss he left on my neck, the way my body reacted before my mind could catch up, how my breath hitched, how my legs tensed, how I wanted him.

I touched my skin now and swore I could still feel the heat of his mouth. The path his hands took when he slid them beneath my shirt, rough palms against soft skin. I felt it. Every second of it. I wanted it.

And what did I do?

I froze. I just sat there like some doll that didn’t know how to move, didn’t know what to do with want.

I told him to stop because it was easier to retreat into safety than to stay in his arms and admit what he needed was what I didn’t know how to give.

You think he’s gonna stick around once he figures out you’re a cold fish with a pretty face?

My face.

That’s all I ever had. Pretty enough to fool people for a minute but not enough to make them want me when it mattered.

What if he tried and I froze again? What if I cried? What if he looked at me the way Carlos did in the end... like I was nothing but a burden?

My phone buzzed again, slicing through the haze of my thoughts.

Unknown: I could help you.

I stared at the message, fingers tightening around the phone. I blinked, jaw tightening, heart climbing up my throat.

Me: What do you want from me? What would it take for you to leave me alone?

There was a pause, long enough to make my pulse skitter. Then it came.

Unknown: Give me what I want.

My stomach dropped.

Me: And what is that?

The reply was instant this time.

Unknown: You. All of you.

Unknown: But first how about that picture?

Me: What picture?

Unknown: The one where you’re standing in front of the mirror. Naked.

My stomach twisted into knots. I couldn’t breathe. Heat flushed up my neck, cold sweat breaking out across my palms. I felt exposed, like he was already in the room with me.

Then my phone buzzed again and I flinched so hard I nearly dropped it.

Unknown: You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? You want to be wanted. Just one picture, Sweetheart. Don’t make me ask again.

I hated that I thought about it. I hated that part of me wanted to be wanted, even if it was like this.

I hated that the words... you don’t know how to please a man... still echoed in my head like gospel.

Unknown: You don’t have to be scared of it. Of me.

Unknown: I’m offering to help you.

I stared at the screen, breath caught behind my ribs. Help me? Is that what this was? A favor?

Unknown: I see you. You want to be seen, needed, wanted...

Unknown: And I could teach you, sweetheart. I could show you how to be wanted.

My mouth went dry. My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my ears. I hated how the words stuck. How they curled around the parts of me I didn’t like looking at.

Unknown: Let me be the man you practice on. The one who shows you what you’ve been missing.

Unknown: And when you’re ready, ready for him, you can thank me.

I closed my eyes, breathing in and out.

Unknown: One picture, baby. Just one.

Unknown: You’ll see. You’ll feel different. Powerful.

Unknown: And if you don’t... then I’ll go. You’ll never hear from me again.

I sat there, thumb trembling above the screen.

Just one.

Just to stop the noise in my head. Just to quiet the voice that kept whispering I wasn’t enough.

My fingers shook as I opened the camera app, heart hammering like I was about to jump off a cliff.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

Just one picture.

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