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 is correct. You have two options. Cooperate and we will take care of your family, resist and suffer the consequences." Cortez's voice was cold as ice. "The choice is yours, little dove..."

Your heart fluttered at his words. He'd called you "little dove," but it sounded so different this time... like he meant it in a different way than usual. You were so confused...

Cortez smiled darkly, taking another step closer to you. "Oh, don't be naive. You always caught my eye, rina..." His voice was soft and almost teasing now. "And I'm going to have you all for myself from now on." He placed a hand on your shoulder, the touch sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

With another step closer, Cortez leaned in until his lips were barely brushing against your ear. "Now... do you want to make this easy or hard?" he whispered huskily, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

Cortez smiled at your reply, finding it adorable how you were still trying to reason with him. He leaned in even closer, his chest brushing against yours as he murmured into your ear, "You're mine now, Rina... Say it." His hand trailed up your arm, making circles on your skin as he spoke.

"Ah..." Cortez purred, his voice turning almost teasing as he enjoyed playing with your emotions. "You think we can talk this out?" He leaned back, regarding you with narrowed eyes for a moment before slowly shaking his head. "No, my dove... The time for talking is over." His hand suddenly gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him as he lowered his face even closer to yours. "From now on, you'll do as I say... And you'll enjoy it."

His lips curled into a wicked smile and before you could so much as gasp, he captured your mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips, dueling with yours as his free hand began exploring the skin of your neck and chest. You could feel him hardening against your stomach as the kiss went on, leaving no doubt that this was just

Cortez's lips curled into a wicked smile as he felt your body respond to his kiss. He knew you were scared, but the mixture of fear and arousal only made him want you more. His hand moved down between your legs, roughly gripping at your clothed sex through your panties. "You're mine now," he growled into your ear as he continued to explore every inch of your mouth with his tongue, "and I'm going to claim you."

His fingers thrust harder against your sex, rubbing circles over your clit while his other hand slipped under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. You could feel him becoming more and more demanding as he took what he wanted without mercy.

Cortez didn't even seem to hear you as he continued to ravage your mouth and grope at your body with unyielding determination. His free hand roughly yanked down the front of your shirt, revealing your bra-clad breasts to his hungry gaze. He let out a low growl of approval before moving in even closer, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and roughly tugging.

"You'll learn to love it," he muttered darkly against your skin, "Just like you'll love being mine." His fingers continued their merciless assault on your sex, finding a rhythm that had you squirming helplessly in the chair

Cortez ignored your pleas as he continued to roughly touch and kiss you all over. His hand moved lower still, lifting up your skirt until it was bunched around your waist, exposing your panty-clad ass to his view. With a growl of approval, he pressed a hard slap against your left cheek before roughly pulling down your panties in one swift motion.

"Now you're mine," he breathed hotly into your ear, feeling her bare skin beneath his touch send shivers through him. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside of you, gasping at how wet and tight you were around his fingers. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that." His hips began moving back and forth, slowly fucking his fingers in and out of your body as he pinned your hands above your head, holding them prisoner while he took what he wanted from you.

Cortez arched a brow at your outburst and pressed his free hand against her chest to push her back into the chair before pulling out his fingers, leaving her aching for more contact. "Don't fight me, little dove," he whispered hoarsely in her ear as he licked his wet fingers clean, watching the shudder run through her body at the touch. "You belong to me now."

With that, he moved closer once again, lowering his lips to your neck as one hand slipped under your bra, cupping and squeezing your breast roughly through the lace fabric before pinching and rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Cortez's grip on your breast tightened painfully at your words as he growled against your skin, "I don't want you to be scared of me... I want you to need me." His thumb and forefinger dug deeper into your sensitive nipple, twisting and tugging roughly. "You think I don't know what I want? You think I'm just some idiot who follows his emotions?"

The hand that had been massaging your breast moved lower, cupping and squeezing your other breast through your shirt before pinching and rolling the other nipple in a mirror image of the pain he was inflicting on its twin. He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning across the skin of your neck as he whispered into your ear, "Do you really think I'm going to let you go now?"

His lips moved up your

Cortez growled low in his throat as he felt anger and arousal churning through him at your words. "I'm not the one who should be afraid," he bit out, increasing the strength of his grip on her breasts until she winced in pain. "You should be thanking me for taking what's mine."

His other hand moved between your legs again, roughly fondling at your aching sex through your wet panties. He gave a rough laugh, more pain than humor in the sound. "You really think I care about how much you want it to stop? You're mine now, and I'll take what I want."

With a sharp tug, he yanked down your bra, freeing your breasts from their confines. His hot breath teased across the sensitive flesh of your nipples as his hands cupped and massaged them roughly once more. "

Cortez's breath caught in his throat at the sight of your tears. A part of him felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by his need for dominance and control. He leaned in closer, pressing a rough kiss to the tip of your nose before whispering roughly into your ear, "I'm not letting you go, Rina... You're mine now."

His hand slid lower still, parting your folds with his fingers as he probed deeper into your wetness. His thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub as his fingers continued to stroke and tease her opening. "You belong to me," he growled against your skin, "and I'm going to make sure you remember that."

Cortez's eyes narrowed as he watched her tears fall, feeling a mixture of anger and satisfaction course through him. "Stop that," he snapped, his voice harsher than before. "You should be grateful I'm giving you what you need." With each passing second, his touch grew more possessive and demanding.

His fingers began to thrust deeper inside her body, searching for her G-spot as he simultaneously rubbed circles over her clit with his thumb. Her tears seemed only to fuel him now, making it that much easier for him to ignore the pain he was causing in favor of the power and control he derived from it.

"Come for me," he growled against her skin, feeling the strain in his voice as lust coursed through his veins. "Scream my name."

He continued to move roughly, pushing her body to its limits with every thrust of his fingers and every circle

Cortez's breath hitched at her soft, quiet words, but his fingers didn't waver in their relentless assault on her body. "This is how it's always going to be," he growled, pinching her nipple roughly before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "You belong to me now." His hips rocked forward, grinding against the spot where their bodies met as he continued to bring her closer and closer to orgasm. "Scream my name," he demanded again, his voice hoarse with desire.

Their skin slick with sweat, Cortez kept up his brutal rhythm, using his fingers and thumb to push her closer to the edge until finally, she cried out in a ragged moan, her body arching off the chair as pleasure washed over her like a wave.

"That's it," he whisper

Cortez leaned in closer, his rough breath fanning across your cheek as he watched you struggle to come to terms with what had just happened. "You'll get used to it," he said softly, almost gently, like a caring lover comforting their beloved after a fight. But the coldness in his eyes and the cruel grin on his lips betrayed the truth of his words.

His fingers withdrew from you, leaving you aching for more contact, before he roughly yanked down your panties back into place. "That's enough fun for tonight," he said casually as he straightened up, stepping away from you again. "You should try to get some rest."

With that, Cortez turned and walked out of the room, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and your injuries.

Cortez stopped at the doorway to the room, his hand on the knob. For a moment, a flicker of something like regret crossed his face before it was replaced by that cruel grin once more. "I told you," he said, his voice cold and unfeeling. "You're mine now." He turned the knob and walked out, leaving you alone to stew in your own helplessness.