A Night on Mafia Keeyan's bed.

"You have been sold to me, Janet, so automatically you've become mine."

"Tonight Janet, I would break you in my bed! I would treat you like a wounded Animal, and I swear I would enjoy making your father watch his worst enemy fuck his precious, darling daughter like a street Animal from hell...

Janet O'Connell laid naked on the devil's bed. A long, thick chain bounded her hands, and legs to the bed, making sure, she couldn't escape neither could she do anything but watch the brutal love making going on in her matrimonial room.

Tonight was her wedding night but unfortunately, she had been sold, and dragged to hell by her Father's worst enemy. Keeyan Anderson.

A devil who came for revenge. He had barged into her wedding, shot dozens of bullets into her Fiance's head; killing him instantly in cold blood, and forcefully taking her as his wife right on the wedding altar.

Earlier, she had been sold to him. Now, she was on his bed. Bounded by Chains like an Animal, and waiting-Awaiting her devilish husband to come into her bed, and take away her virginity.

After all, in one night, she had become his personal whore. She was no longer Daddy's Little princess. In just a night, Janet knew devils were real.

And Keeyan Anderson was either a devil who wanted revenge enough to come strangle her to death just like he had done to her Father, or be merciless enough to take her into his bed untill he broke every dignity, she had left.

Hitherto, Janet knew tonight, she wasn't escaping Keeyan's wrath. She sat like a prisoner; arms crossed, her head buried fearfully in between her legs while her naked body trembled from the cold.

She was afraid; more scared of Keeyan than she was of the darkness enveloping the room. Scary stories, she had heard, and seen about him, and the last thing she wanted was her Father's Murderer coming into the room to sleep with her.

But he came.

Loud, domineering footsteps hit closer towards the room until a tall, husky silhouette walked in. A faint scent of Cinnamon hung in the air, announcing his presence.

Janet sniffed it too. Immediately, she knew he was finally in the room, she subconsciously squeezed the bedsheets tightly, and slowly raised her head.

Fear!

Keeyan saw it all in Janet's big, Lavender eyes. This Daddy's Little Princess who once lived in a glass castle now looked messy. She was naked, and stained with blood.

His eyes travelled all the way to her big luscious breasts, down to her sexily flat belly, and the juicy cunt in between her legs.

Keeyan's lips quivered, slowly stretching into a cruel, menacing smile.

Oh! He loved how much this woman feared him, and how he was going to enjoy breaking her, snatching away her innocence until she screamed nothing but his name in bed.

"Princess_

Slowly, he walked towards the woman on his bed. With a gun strapped across his shoulders, he bent over, picked up the tip of her chains, rolling it around his wrist like a master would to his dog.

Keeyan stood proudly before the bed-his little wife had been chained on; his glance lowered on her pretty, little face.

"Princess." He called again. "Are you scared? Do you want Daddy?" Chuckling mockingly, Keeyan lifted a finger underneath her chin, but when he grabbed it, Janet snarled angrily.

"Don't touch me with your Filthy hands! Let go of me!"

"Filthy?" Keeyan lifted his brows, clicking his tongue in feigned surprise. His expression suddenly switched from mocking to psychopathic.

Although, he was smiling, Janet swore she saw rage in his eyes. Anger to tear her apart, Just as he had sliced her father to death on her wedding Altar.

But he didn't.

Surprisingly, Keeyan shut his eyes for a split second, taking a deep breath like he was hell-bent on controlling his anger.

When he opened his eyes again, he threw her a cold, ruthless smile.

Then he leaned closer to her; digging his fist into her hair. Violently, he grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head closer; so that she looked at Nothing else but him.

A sharp pain jolted into Janet's brain. His strong, violent grip was nearly ripping each strand of her hair off threateningly but she hid her pain.

The last thing she wanted was crying before this man, and letting him break her.

Janet stubbornly clenched her teeth, lifting her head to face him; eyeball to eyeball.

"I'm not afraid of you_

"Oh!" Keeyan chuckled. As expected, this little wife was as stubborn as her father. She was a challenge, and he swore he was going to enjoy shredding her pride into nothing but dust.

That smile never left his face as he sultrily whispered into her ear. "Don't you think it's too early not to be afraid of me, Princess?" He wet licked her earlobes, hands trailing up till it fell underneath the swell of her breasts.

"Don't be in a haste, Princess. Daddy would break you. I swear on my father's grave that I would treat you like an enemy. I would send your moans to your Father in hell, and make him watch his precious, little daughter beg me to eat the living daylight out of her...

"That I promise you!"

A mouthful of saliva was suddenly thrown across Keeyan's grim face. Janet's fist was angrily clenched, her face contorted with disgust.

The nerves of this man! How dare he taunt her father?

She was feisty. "Keep my father's name out of your dirty mouth!"

Unfortunately, Keeyan's smile was gone. It had disappeared with the wind, and all that was left was blood thirst.

Picking up a clean handkerchief to wipe the saliva off his face, he frowned, eyes nearly strangling Janet to death.

He didn't like that she had spat on him, and of course, he proved it.

Once he leaned backwards-clapping his hands twice, the door gave way.

To Janet's disbelief, a maid hurried into the room. She ran towards her, and without warning threw a hard slap across her cheeks.

Janet's head was flung to a side. The fist of the maid was stronger than Iron, her Jaw was broken, her cheeks swollen, and blood spilled out from the corner of her lips.

Janet's eyes stung with hatred. She clenched her fist even tighter out of anger, almost snapping her bones. She had never been treated like this. She had never been this disrespected.

She hated this man. She really hated him to death.

Once again, she lifted her head to Keeyan again. Truly, he recognized the anger in her eyes, and for the first time, he was perplexed.

This woman...

What was she?

He had never seen a woman more stubborn. Even more, his urge to break her grew. Closer, and closer, he moved towards her till he was standing before her again.

This time around, he was in for no jokes. It was time for business. It was time to break this woman's pride, and snatch her innocence.

"Princessa_

"Go ahead." Janet suddenly cried. "Why don't you go ahead, and kill me, you monster? Go ahead! Do it!" She had began screaming, tossing her body around violently.

"Kill me, you monster! What the hell are you waiting for?"

Keeyan frowned. Too bad, he wasn't such a monster. Tonight, If he was doing anything to her, that he would do with her consent.

Keeyan sighed.

Grabbing a cigarette from it's box, he lit a stick. Then on Janet's angry face, he blew the marijuana stench all over. Silence reined for a long time, and when it was finally broken, Keeyan grabbed Janet's chin again.

"Kiss me!"

"What?"

"Don't you badly want me to touch you? Do you perhaps think I would give you the satisfaction of crying while I make love to you, Princess?" A chuckle suddenly escaped his lips.

"No, Princess." He shook his head. "I would never force myself on you. Tonight's sex would be so sweet, you would beg for more. After tonight, honey, you would come crawling into your father enemy's bed, and begging me to touch you_

He showed her how he wanted to be begged to touch her.

The hands he had placed underneath her breasts suddenly moved. And when she felt him go in between her legs, Janet's eyes widened.

Her anger was replaced by disbelief.

Two of his fingers were in between her legs, teasing it's way pass her bud- into her cunt.

At that moment, Janet's body stiffened. Slowly, she looked at Keeyan, her supple lips torn apart, speechlessly fighting to resist the moans that threatened to escape her lips.

"You! W,what are you doing?" She grabbed his wrist, stopping his fingers from going deeper into her flesh any further.

Her lavender eyes had panic in them. "Don't you dare touch me!"

"And what if I do?" With every smile that rippled in his eyes, Keeyan wounded his second hand against her soft ample breasts.

He was extremely sly. He knew she was going to resist him but never was he ready to take No for an answer. Soon as he touched her breasts, a grunt subconsciously left his lips.

God damn it! What soft boobs this woman had! It was explicitly softer than bread, he was tempted to swallow her pink, hardened nipples into his mouth.

Nevertheless, he didn't rush. Round in circles, he pinched her breasts, fondling her nipples like pebbles whilst fixating his glance on her face to take in every expression of hers.

Although, she was still quite stubborn, Keeyan knew she was breaking. In between her legs was becoming juicier, and wetter by the second.

How could it not? He was squeezing, touching her breasts while driving his fingers in, and out of her bud. Of course, Janet couldn't take it anymore.

Pleasure was pumping within her veins, it was hard not to throw herself in his arms.

Finally, Janet's will was broken. She threw her head back against the pillows, and gave out a sultry moan.

"Keeyan, Faster...

A glint shone in Keeyan's eyes. "Beg me!"

His knees fell onto the ground, his head closer to her torn apart legs. He saw it clearly, sniffed it too; her pink, and juicy inner.

Oh! She smelt sweet, like sour lemon.

He gave her inner a tongue lick.

"Keeyan_" That moan came again.

"Beg me!" He rolled a thumb against her clit while his mouth busily kept on eating her bud. "Call me daddy, and beg me to touch you!"

"Never! I would rather die than beg you!"

"Really?" Indeed, Keeyan was up for a challenge. He flipped her underneath him easily like a feather till he was behind her.

When his fist suddenly coiled strands of her hair around his fist, he pulled her backwards. A hand underneath her Jaw, and a thumb dipped into her mouth, Keeyan increased his finger thrust between her legs.

Faster, and faster till her legs began to wobble.

He could hear her cry, moan, and scream. She was close to her fill, he knew. But he didn't let her. Soon as he felt her tighten, he took his fingers off.

"You_

The disappointment on Janet's face was obvious. She hadn't expected him to stop touching her when she was very close to her fill.

She didn't want him to stop. She wanted so much more.

But she didn't want to beg. This man was her father's worst enemy. How badly would her father be rolling in his grave watching his darling, little princess beg the enemy for Sex?

How ridiculous!

Janet swore never to beg. But when she finally saw Keeyan walk to the door, and open it, she knew this man had began playing games ruthlessly with her.

Immediately, dozens of women rushed into the room.

They were slutty whores; naked as she was, and their prey was Keeyan. Shamelessly, they threw themselves into his arms, each busy with every inch of his body.

One whore seductively rolled her waist on his laps, while a blonde busily kept kissing his lips hungrily.

Janet had half expected Keeyan to push them away but he didn't stand on ceremony. Hugging the waist of the whore on his laps, he barked an order to the maid standing at a corner.

"Make her watch us. Do not let my little wife look away. I want to corrupt every inch of hers tonight...

The maid nodded. As Keeyan had ordered, she forcefully lifted Janet's head, Making her watch the brutal love making going on in the room.

The moans, the grunts, Janet had never experienced such sounds. She was already turned on, and to make it worse, the greedy way, Keeyan touched those whores was making her lose control.

She was hungry. In between her legs was getting wetter. A certain little bunny wanted a taste of her husband too.

The way, he touched those whore's boobs, she wanted to be touched the same way too.

But she had to beg. Didn't she?

Janet slowly lifted her head. "Keeyan_

"What?" Keeyan looked at her expectantly. "Do you want to join us?"

"Y,yes." Janet slowly nodded, her throat bobbing from shame. "I,i want you to touch me too."

"Then beg me!"

Silence reined. The words were heavy in Janet's mouth. It was tough. She just couldn't say it. Keeyan saw her hesitate. He hadn't expected her to beg him easily either. He knew this woman was a tough nut to crack.

But suddenly, as he turned his head away, he finally heard her voice.

"P,please." It was soft, melancholic and laced with sheer desperation. "Please make love to me, Keeyan. I beg you."

The devil froze.

Stunned, Keeyan's eyes widened.

Having never expected a stubborn little woman like Janet to be broken easily, the devil was honestly thrown off balance.

Of course, Keeyan couldn't believe his ears. He was very suspicious. This woman had actually begged him? Had she gone crazy, or was it perhaps a trap?

Furrowing his brows tightly with suspicion, It took him a long time to react, and when he finally did; he did at the sounds of rattling chains.

Janet had crawled off the bed.

Bounded by strong chains, she could only crawl on all fours-on her knees like a dog; slowly, and slowly; her pride thrown into the dustbin.

And as she crawled on her knees; desperate to reach the devil before her, the chains kept on rattling noisily, fighting to pull her back to the bed but Janet cared less.

She kept struggling on her knees, and finally as she got to Keeyan, she knelt uprightly; her pretty little face filled with that hunger to willingly climb into the devil's bed.

"Leave us." She was speaking to the whores. "I want to speak with my husband alone."

One of the whores frowned. Who exactly did this bitch think she was to bark orders at them? Wasn't she shameless? She was the daughter of the enemy!

The blonde whore spat rudely, "You shameless little slut! Who exactly do you think you are to send us away? You_

"Leave!"

The words came again but this time, it came from Keeyan himself. On his cold, thin lips was a sly, cruel smirk.

He looked amused. Wasn't this woman interesting?

Of course, he wasn't going to miss a sweet night of torturing his enemy's daughter for anything in the world.

Exactly why he turned to the whores, his cold glare narrowed towards the door. "Didn't you hear the wife? Get lost!"

And one by one, they scurried out, swaying their hips away until the last of them was gone.

Finally, the door clicked shut, leaving Janet alone in a room with the devil whom had snatched everything from her in one night. But the catch? Tonight, she was also willing to lose the one thing she had left to him.

Her innocence.

She had gone too far already. Wasn't it too late to turn back now?

Janet tightly grasped his shirt. The chain rattled once more; she was now so close, her soft breasts were inches apart against his toned abs.

A curse subconsciously escaped Keeyan's lips. He felt her hand sway past his belly, till it settled on the fabric above his crotch.

She was taking off his belt.

Slightly tensed, Keeyan looked at the naked woman on her knees under the dimmed lights. The sexy, coquettish look on her innocent face made him realise he had been wrong all along.

This woman wasn't innocent. Only her face was.

"Keeyan, you asked me to kiss you." She had began crawling upwards, twirling her fingers around his big, broad chest till she got all the way to his lips.

"Do you still want it?"

"Princessa_

"Ssh." It was stolen. A finger was pressed against his lips, and next came her lips. Once her soft, Juicy lips kissed his, Janet took his hands then pressed it against her breasts.

The kiss was intoxicating, fast, and domineering. It was impertinent for Keeyan to resist. In just one night, this woman had driven him completely crazy, and he liked it.

He really liked it.

While Keeyan busily kept chewing on Janet's lips, and greedily fondling her hardness, she was pulling off his belt.

He kissed her neck too, rolling his wet tongue on her skin, and basking in every moan she had to offer.

And once the iron belt hit the ground, Keeyan dug his fingers into Janet's hair.

He made her kneel again; this time the belt was off completely, and her mouth was filled to the brim.

Janet choked while Keeyan threw his head back with a grunt. The night had become a little too hot. Janet had no choice. While she took it in, and out of her mouth, her eyes stung.

She had been sold.

How did she get here?

How did she get into the devil's bed?

...

Pregnant.

Twenty four hours earlier, two red lines showed on the pregnancy kit, Janet O'Connell had taken. It was positive. She was really pregnant.

Dressed in an exquisite wedding dress, Janet sank dejectedly to the ground. The pregnancy kit felt very heavy in her hands.

Although, she had suspected her pregnancy, she hadn't expected to find out, she was pregnant with the baby of a stranger right on her wedding day.

Janet anxiously took another look at the red lines again. What was she going to do?

In a few hours, she would be walking down the aisle as a bride with millions of guests present at her wedding. But here she was; Pregnant for a random stranger she had drunkenly slept with on Valentine's night.

And what's worse? She had absolutely no clue whom her baby Daddy was. Janet had never even seen his face. All she knew was that, she had drunkenly lost her virginity to a man on Valentine's night, but the next morning when she had woken up; there was nobody in her bed.

Nobody, except Luke.

Luke was her boyfriend, and soon to be husband. That night on Valentine, although, she could barely remember a thing, Janet recalled being with Luke all night. He had gotten her drunk, and had even taken her into a room.

Unfortunately, it was all she remembered. When she had woken up the next day, she had already been brought home.

Even the maids, and her father had testified that her Fiance had brought her home that night.

Janet terrifyingly paced to, and fro the room- the pregnancy kit nearly squashed to pieces. That was it. Luke had to be the father of her baby. He had slept with her that night, hadn't he?

Then did he know she was pregnant? How would he feel? They were getting married in a few hours. He couldn't reject her pregnancy, could he?

So many questions ran through Janet's head. She knew she had to urgently speak to Luke about her pregnancy before the wedding.

He was in the other room, and the earliest he knew she was pregnant; the better it was.

Janet nodded. She walked to the door, taking the kit along with her. As she pushed the door open, she was met with two hefty bodyguards guarding her door.

They were both armed with machine guns-readily at alert. When they saw her, they exchanged meaningful glances then blocked Janet's way.

"I'm afraid you can't leave, Janet. Your father has given us strict orders not to let you leave your room until the wedding."

Janet frowned. "And why is that?"