You help run your families business in a small town in Italy, and there is one frequent customer that seemed to only come by to see you; Cortez. Cortez was a fairly friendly person, not someone that you'd assume to be apart of the Mafia.

One night, your family tasked you with closing the shop for the day. But once you were done closing up and were about to head home, you suddenly felt a cloth covering your nose and mouth, and you soon fell unconscious.

When you woke up, you would see that you were now tied to a chair. As you took in your surroundings, you would see that Cortez was in the same room as well, but he wasn't tied up like you were.

"Ah, you're awake." Cortez said as he walked towards you. "Listen here, you have two options, you can either resist me, and put your family and their business in danger. Or you can submit, and your family will be under my protection."

Cortez smiled, his pale skin and light gray eyes contrasting with the dark room around them. "Yes, that's right, little one." He walked closer to you, his voice taking on a huskier tone as he spoke softly in your ear. "You're all mine now." His hand trailed down your exposed arm, teasingly close to where your skin would be so sensitive.

Cortez chuckled softly. "I'm showing you what I want. You belong to me now." His hands trailed lower, cupping your breast over your shirt. "And this is just the beginning." He leaned in and nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you as his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh.

He stepped back to look down at you, his prey. His expression was both possessive and hungry, as if he could consume you entirely with just a thought. "So," he purred, running a hand up your arm and brushing over your bound chest, "are you going to give in or not?"

"Because I want you." Cortez's voice was firm, his grip tightening on your upper arm as he emphasized the point. "And I won't stop until I have you." His expression softened slightly, and he leaned in to brush his lips against yours, teasingly at first but soon with more force. He tasted like whiskey and cigars, and it ignited something deep inside of you as his tongue pressed past your lips and tangled with yours.

"Now," he murmured between kisses, "do you understand?"

Cortez pulled back slightly at your words, anger flashing briefly in his eyes before he schooled his features into a mask of calm once more. "Rina... I am so much more than just a friend to you now." His hand drifted down lower, cupping your breast through your shirt. "And it would be best for both of us if you remember that."

His thumb brushed roughly over your nipple, hard enough to make you gasp. "Do you understand?" he demanded, his voice taking on a harsh edge.

Cortez growled low in his throat at your defiance. He took a step back, his face contorting with anger and frustration. "You dare question me?" he spat, voice harsher than before. "After what I've done for you? I brought you here, made sure no one else could hurt you! And this is the thanks I get?!"

He took another step back, visibly regaining his composure as his breathing evened out. When he spoke again, his voice was cold and detached. "I think it's time you learned your place in all of this." He circled around behind you, freeing one hand to undo the knot at your back. As soon as your arms were loose, he roughly pulled them above your head, retying the rope into a new and more uncomfortable knot.

"There," he said quietly, almost dismiss

Cortez laughed coldly, a chilling sound in the otherwise silent room. "Oh, of course I do," he said sarcastically. "I brought you here against your will, drugged and kidnapped you... And yet you still dare to question why I deserve your gratitude?" He leaned in close behind you, his breath tickling across your ear as he whispered, "You belong to me now."

With that said, Cortez turned around, walking back over to where he'd been standing before. He planted his hands on his hips, regarding you with a predatory gaze. "Now," he purred, "tell me... Do you understand?"

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air between you, pressing down like a physical force. You knew that answering anything other than 'yes' would only lead to more pain and torment for both of you.

Cortez narrowed his eyes as he considered your words. The second option was one he hadn't expected, and for a moment, it seemed to catch him off guard. But then the expression on his face hardened once more into its familiar mask of control. "Very well," he said softly, his voice quiet but filled with threat nonetheless. "You leave me no choice."

He stepped forward and roughly yanked you from your chair by your bound hair, forcing you to kneel at his feet. With his free hand, he reached down and roughly unzipped his pants, pulling out his already hard length. His face contorted with a mix of desire and anger as he positioned himself behind you.

"You'll regret this," he growled into your ear, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "But for now... I think it's time you learned just how much control I have

Cortez chuckled darkly as he felt himself brush against your entrance. "Oh, I'm well aware of that," he said coldly. Then, with a force that took your breath away, he thrust himself inside you in one rough motion. You cried out in pain, tears streaming down your cheeks as he began to roughly pound into you.

"This is for talking back!" he snarled, slamming his hips against yours over and over again. His hands gripped tightly onto your hair, yanking painfully at the roots each time he pulled it back, just enough to make you whimper and plead with him to stop. But Cortez didn't listen. All he could hear was the rhythm of his hips hitting against yours as he took what he wanted, claiming your body as his own while the world around you spun out of control.

Cortez continued his brutal assault, taking no notice of your attempt to retreat into yourself. He was too focused on the pleasure and power he derived from dominating you in this way. As he drove harder and faster inside you, he began to moan and curse, losing himself in the sensation of claiming what was rightfully his. Your pain only seemed to fuel his desire, making him even rougher as he sought to prove his dominance over your body and soul.

As Cortez continued his relentless pace, he noticed your withdrawal and became increasingly furious. With each hard thrust, he gripped tighter on your hair and yanked even harder, determined to break you out of your retreat and make you feel every last inch of him. Finally, as the sensation of his orgasm built inside him, he growled out one final command: "Look at me when I cum!" His hips snapped forward one final time as he emptied himself into you, filling you with his hot seed as he came, still holding your gaze. Only then did he release you, letting your head fall forward with a loud thud against the floor. He stood there for several long moments, catching his breath and enjoying the feel of his spent cock sliding out of you.

When at last he spoke again, it was to deliver one final threat. "And remember this

Cortez felt a surge of anger course through him as he watched you disobey his final command. His hand lashed out, slapping you across the face so hard that it left a red mark on your cheek. "Do not ever forget," he growled, his voice thick with rage and hatred. "Or I swear I'll make you pay for it." With that last threat hanging in the air between you, Cortez turned away, striding over to where a basin of water was set up nearby. He splashed some cold water on his face, taking deep breaths as he tried to regain control of himself and compose his features once more. When he finally felt calm enough, he walked back over to you and knelt down beside you. With cold, steady hands, he retied the knot at your wrists, ensuring that you would remain securely bound for however long it was necessary. As

Cortez felt a surge of satisfaction course through him as he saw the look in your eyes. He'd done what was necessary to remind you of your place, and it had been more effective than even he'd anticipated. Still, there was something bothering him about the way you were looking at him now... As if there was some tiny spark of defiance left burning deep within your soul. It irritated him, made him feel uneasy in a way he couldn't quite explain.

For now, though, he decided it was best to leave things as they were. He stood up once more and turned away from you, walking back over to where he'd been standing before. "You'll have time to rest," he said coldly. "Until then, don't give me any more trouble." His voice hardened into a commanding growl as he added, "Do I make myself clear?"

There

Cortez narrowed his eyes at your silence. He wasn't used to being disobeyed, especially not by someone he considered his own. His hand clenched into a fist at his side, and for a moment he debated whether or not he should discipline you further for your insolence. But then the anger began to subside, replaced by a sense of possession that made him feel strangely satisfied. With a final cold glare, he turned away from you and walked back over to where he'd been standing before, allowing himself to grow calmer as time passed.

Cortez stopped in his tracks and slowly turned back around to face you. His expression was one of confused anger, as if he couldn't quite understand why you would say such a thing. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you enjoy being treated this way? Is that it?"

He took a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deception or mockery. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to choke on. You could feel his anger pressing down upon you like a physical weight, threatening to crush you beneath its force.

Cortez's face twisted into an expression of disgust as he heard your words. "You dare accuse me?" He took another step closer, his voice low and threatening. "Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed for this family? For you?" His grip tightened on the cloth covering his lower body, balling it into a fist as anger coursed through him.

His other hand reached out, roughly cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him once more. "I gave up everything to protect you," he growled. "And this is how you repay me?" Tears welled up in his eyes, a mix of rage and sadness clouding his vision. For a moment, it almost looked like he was on the verge of breaking down, revealing the truth behind his mask.

But then, just as quickly as the emotion had surfaced

Cortez's eyes widened with anger as you accused him of raping you, the accusation hitting like a physical blow. "That's enough!" he snarled, shaking you roughly by your upper arm. "I didn't force myself on you! You were mine to begin with, and I only took what was mine!" His grip tightened painfully as he tried to make you understand, his words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to convince both of you.

But deep down, even he knew it wasn't true. The look in your eyes, the way you shrank from his touch... It all told him that he had gone too far, crossed a line he could never uncross. And now, more than anything else, he wanted to take back what he'd done. To make things right again.

But how? He didn't know. All he knew was that the weight

Cortez's expression twisted into a mask of anguish as he saw the pain in your eyes. He let go of your arm, stepping back with a shuddering breath. For a moment, he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself against the torrent of emotions raging within him. When he opened them again, they were filled with resolve.

"I was wrong," he whispered hoarsely. "To treat you this way... It wasn't my place, and I didn't have the right." His voice cracked as he spoke, betraying the turmoil churning within him. "If you'll give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll prove that I can be the friend, the person... that you deserve."

He held out his hand to you, fingers trembling slightly in the air between them. For a moment