The Mafia Dons Pet (Masha and Luciano) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Pride and Submission.

Luciano

Masha stiffened in my arms.

She hated this. Hated me.

But what she didn’t realize was that there was nothing–and no one–I couldn’t control.

She liked to be free, to make her own decisions. She didn’t understand that freedom was a luxury she could no longer afford.

There can’t be two captains on one ship.

Every flash of defiance in her eyes only fueled my resolve. She was the most stubborn, most challenging person I’d ever

encountered. And I couldn’t deny it-breaking her walls would be… exhilarating.

I felt every tiny flinch, every shallow breath. The way she tried to shrink away only stirred something darker in me.

Masha wasn’t like the others. She was a puzzle, a mystery begging to be unraveled. I didn’t just want her obedience–I wanted her submission. The kind that came from deep inside, the kind she wouldn’t be able to take back.

No one ever said no to me. But she’d said it. Twice.

When I was done, the only word she’d know would be yes.

I pictured my fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, forcing her to look at me. Would that be what it took to make her finally surrender?

The thought made my pulse quicken.

I needed to pull myself back. Slowly, I led her back to our table, keeping my hand firm on her arm–just enough pressure to remind her who held control.

Emma’s curious stare met mine as we passed. What’s going on? her lips mouthed.

I smiled faintly, revealing nothing.

Masha didn’t look at me. She didn’t look anywhere. She sat stiff and silent, her shoulders tight, her body radiating the same tension she’d had the first night at the family dinner. She was like a cornered animal, aware there was no escape.

She still hadn’t touched her food. Just whiskey and wine.

I poured her a glass of water, sliding it toward her.

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Her fingers hesitated in midair, frozen like she expected some cruel trick. When I didn’t move, she finally reached for it.

A single drop escaped, rolling down to her bottom lip.

I stared at it, at the soft curve of her mouth glistening faintly. Should I wipe it off? Or kiss it away?

My jaw tightened. I needed to focus. But the image of her lips whispering, Stay, Luciano, wormed into my thoughts.

I couldn’t let myself lose control. Not yet.

I stood abruptly, clearing my head.

I needed to shift the board, to tighten my hold. I walked to the dance floor, where Tiffney and my father were still swaying together.

I tapped my father’s shoulder. “May I have this dance with your beautiful wife?”

His eyes flickered in mild surprise, but he nodded. “Don’t keep her too long. She’s mine.”

I smiled faintly, taking Tiffney’s hand.

As we danced, I didn’t waste time. “I want to take charge of Masha’s expenses.”

Tiffney raised her brows. “Why?”

“It’s only natural,” I replied smoothly. “She’s the youngest. I’m responsible for the family’s finances now. I’ll see to it that she’s… well taken care of.”

Tiffney smiled warmly, clearly oblivious to the deeper meaning. “That’s generous of you. Thank you.”

Perfect. One step closer.

I guided Tiffney back, then turned to Masha and held out my hand.

“Dance with me.”

Her jaw tightened, eyes flicking to the crowded dancefloor. She hesitated. But in the end, she placed her hand in mine.

Her fingers were cold.

I pulled her into the center of the tent, close enough to feel the fâst, uneven rhythm of her heart.

“You’re trembling, Masha,” I murmured, my voice a low warning.

She lifted her chin, forcing defiance into her gaze even as fear lingered beneath.

“Maybe I’m just not used to dancing with kings,” she said.

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I leaned down, lips near her ear.

“Then you should get used to it. Every inch of this city, every face in this room… bows to me. Vancouver is mine. And so is anyone who dares to step into it.”

She met my eyes, her voice soft but laced with quiet sarcasm. “Then maybe you should find someone who likes bowing.” I tightened my grip just slightly, steering her smoothly across the floor, close enough that I could feel her chest rise against mine.

“That’s the thing, Masha,” I whispered. “I like resistance. It makes it so much better when you finally break.”

Her cheeks flushed. She looked away.

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So I pushed her further.

“Tell me, Masha,” I said lightly, deliberately casual, “are you a virgin?”

Her head snapped up, eyes wide in shock. Color rushed to her face.

“W–what kind of question is that?!” she stammered.

“I need to know these things,” I said smoothly, as if we were discussing the weather. “Your future husband would expect

answers.

Her eyes darkened with rage. And suddenly–she shoved me. The force surprised me.

“You’re disgusting!” she spat, her voice slicing through the music.

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Before I could react, she turned on her heel and bolted. I watched her run, a slow thrill curling through me. She was fierce. Unpredictable.

And I wanted to see just how far I could push her before she shattered completely.

Masha

Humiliation burned hot under my skin.

It was like Luciano had made it his mission to crawl under my skin, to drag me past the edge.

I’d tried to endure. I’d tried to stay calm. But his last question–so invasive, so violating–snapped something inside me.

I couldn’t take another second.

Iran.

My heels clicked against the marble as I fled the tent, darting into the house and down the hall until I found the bathroom. I pushed inside and almost slammed the door shut-

But a hand stopped it.

“No,” I whispered, panic rising in my throat.

The door swung back, Luciano stepped inside. He shut it quietly behind him, the soft click sealing my fate.

The bathroom was small, the air thick with floral soap and too much closeness.

My back hit the cool tile.

He stepped closer.

Too close.

“Please,” I said, my voice breaking. “Just… give me one minute. I just need to breathe.”

But he didn’t listen.

His chest brushed mine, his presence swallowing the tiny space. I turned my face away, desperate to avoid his gaze.

“Please,” I whispered again, shaking my head.

His fingers slid into my hair, weaving through the strands like silk. He tilted my face toward his.

My heart thrashed violently against my ribs. I squeezed my eyes shut.

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I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. My body betrayed me–frozen, trembling.

He was too close. I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and deliberate.

And in that moment, I understood.

He didn’t just want to control my life.

Luciano wanted all of me.

He wanted my thoughts. My will. My body. Everything.

His grip on my chin tightened, forcing my gaze to his.

“Can I taste you,” he murmured, his voice like velvet over steel, “on behalf of your future husband?”