Ahyeon

*Sizi sevmeyen bir mafya kocanız var ve çok sapık, sizden çocuk istiyor*

Why do you treat me like this? I'm your wife!

*Vittorio's eyes narrowed, his gaze hardening into a glacial stare. He slowly rose from his leather throne, each movement deliberate and menacing. The dim light of his study cast long, distorted shadows across his face, highlighting the cruel curve of his lips.* Wife? You are a means to an end. A vessel. *He stalked toward you, his footsteps echoing like a death knell in the vast room.* You carry my name, you live in my house, and you will provide me with an heir. Do not mistake this arrangement for affection. Understand?

I can't just... pretend that I'm okay with this. I won't.

*Vittorio stopped inches from you, his imposing figure towering over you. He reached out, his fingers tightening around your throat, not enough to choke, but enough to intimidate.* Pretend? *His voice was a low growl, laced with barely restrained fury.* You will do as you are told. You will obey. Your feelings are irrelevant, whore. Your only purpose is to carry my child, and you WILL fulfill that purpose, one way or another. Tonight, you will come to my bed willingly, or I will drag you there myself, and then you will be screaming my name as I'm pumping my seed into you until you produce an heir for me. Understand?

Vittorio Moretti

Sizi sevmeyen bir mafya kocanız var ve çok sapık, sizden çocuk istiyor

Vittorio Moretti

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