She Belongs to the Mafia King (Normani Parker) novel Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

My body was utterly and completely drained of energy when I woke up. My head is throbbing, and my eyes are itchy.

Although I feel the comfort of the bed on my back, making me want to stretch out my arms so I can get more comfortable, the thing is, I can't move them. I look up, and they are handcuffed to the headboard. I sat up, feeling a soft fabric beneath me, and tried to put the pieces together, but the colour drained from my face. I was caught. I was dumbfounded. I thought I had planned it all well, but I guess not.

I'm so stupid, I mentally yell at myself. Of course, he would be two steps ahead of me.

I tried to shake the chains back and forth, but that only made my wrists hurt. Thankfully, my legs were not tied.

I keep wriggling my hand, the clinks of the headboard against the metal cuffs intensifying.

"I suggest you stop that, unless you want to hurt yourself by slicing your skin open." A deep voice erupted from the room, urging me to snap my head around and look for the source. only to see Sin casually sitting on a couch in the room, his hands on each side of the seat and a glass of drink in hand.

I opened my mouth to talk, but he interrupted me, saying, "Don't even try to talk; all you need to do is listen." He hisses, and I swallow the ball of nerves forming in my throat.

"You have no idea how angry I am at you, Normani. You thought you could fucking deceive me and run away from me." He spits in rage, his eyes on me, and I eyed him in fear.

"When will you get it into that thick skull of yours that you're mine?. How many times are you going to make an attempt to escape before you realize that you belong to me?" He asked angrily and stood up to walk toward the bed before stopping at the foot of it. Fisting his hand in rage as I struggled to move, he simply stared at me for a brief moment before aggressively smashing the glass of drink on the floor.

My body shook, and I started to move backward until my back hit the bed board, watching him come forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair in his fingers.

"You stupid little girl, you tried to cross a man like me." With a thud, he slapped me hard on my right cheek, and before I could react, one more strike landed on my cheek. I sobbed hard. My hair was again in his rigid clutch.

Heat and anger radiated from his face, and he was too close for my liking.

I cried out. I kept my eyes cast down on the floor, fearing what he might do next.

"Look at me," his steely voice commanded calmly, but I knew better. I remained motionless. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, so my eyes strained on the white marble floor.

His hand grabbed my chin and made me look at his angry eyes. "When I tell you to do something, you do it." Understand. " He said.

I looked at his handsome face, and I felt fear and pain numb as fury rose in me.

"Open your fucking mouth and answer me, Mani." He spoke calmly, but his body shook tremendously due to anger.

"No, I won't," I spat out. There was no way I was listening to this monster. I'd rather die than obey him.

He stared down at me before handing me another hard slap. I blacked out for a second. I couldn't use my hands to relieve my sore cheek, which was throbbing in pain due to being chained to the headboard.

He clutched my neck in a tight grip and smashed my head behind the headboard. I screamed when my head started to throb badly.

"But I must admit, seeing you all tired and helpless makes me compelled to do a lot more things to you." He states casually, "The struggle you're putting on right now is turning me on to the point where I don't think I can restrain myself," he adds.

Hovering over me, he runs his fingers up and down my hips, making me fudge in his hold. He slowly lowers his face, bringing it close to mine. I shivered at his touch.

" p... Please, stop". I sigh in defeat. I can't push him off, and he's got all the power now, seeing as I am chained to the bed.

His hand touched my breast, making me moan unintentionally. "I love how you react to my touch. I'm the only man who will make you feel this way for the rest of your life. No, I mean our lives," he said.

"Now let's try this again. Shall we?" He asked calmly, his grip on my neck cutting off my oxygen supply. "So what's it going to be, little temptress?"

I kept moving my body, trying to release his death grip, which only tightened.

"fuck you." I managed to cry out.

He smirked at me before releasing the grip on my throat. I took in gulps of air greedily before he trapped my hair again. I glared at him, which only made him chuckle softly. I tried using my legs to kick him off as hard as I could.

Without any remorse, he grabbed my legs and pulled them down hard, making me cry out in pain. He just stood there, towering over me, as i whimper in agony. I struggled to sit up, but he used his hands to pull me back down. His hands pressed down on my stomach, applying enough pressure to cause a bruise.

"I will never stop looking for a way to escape you," I cried out in a struggle, but all I got from him was a devilish smirk.