Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

*Bella*

"No! Leave me!" I shouted, my voice trembling as the boys cornered me on the sofa, their hands all over me.

I regretted coming to this house party. At first, it had seemed fun-a chance to loosen up. I'd had my first drink and danced like I didn't have a care in the world. But then, everything went downhill. My head started spinning, and I felt myself losing control. Before I knew it, some boys dragged me upstairs, locking me in a room with them as they tried to force themselves on me.

"No!" I yelled, shoving one of them as he leaned in, his face so close it made me panic. My vision blurred, a mix of alcohol, tears, and fear, making it hard to see their faces clearly.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud crash. One by one, the boys were yanked away from me. Through my haze, I saw Ryder's face, filled with worry, as he called my name in an anxious voice.

Relief washed over me, and I let myself go, closing my eyes and collapsing into his arms, knowing I was safe now-safe with him.

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"Bella! Bella!" I heard someone calling my name, their hand gently patting my cheek. I forced my eyes open, but even that felt like a struggle.

"Thank God you woke up," Ryder's deep, familiar voice pierced through the fog in my head.

I instinctively snuggled closer to him, breathing in his intoxicating scent. God, he smelled so good.

"And who said you could drink?" he rebuked, his voice taking on that firm, authoritative tone he always used when he was upset. "You're only eighteen. I'm going to have everyone at this party arrested."

The dangerous edge in his words snapped me awake, my eyes flying wide open. "No, please don't," I begged, my voice slurred and desperate.

"My friends are here too," I added, clutching his shirt as panic set in. "I don't want them to get into trouble."

"Then promise me you won't go to these kinds of parties," he demanded, his tone stern, making me swallow hard.

"Okay!" I whispered before leaning against his chest again. Umm... he felt so good. What was wrong with me? I shouldn't be feeling like this for Ryder Knight. Yes, he was the Ryder Knight-probably the city's richest and most eligible bachelor-and I was... nobody.

Ryder was a very handsome, charming twenty-eight-year-old billionaire and the owner of Knight Enterprises, a company he had propelled to success with his sharp business acumen. But it wasn't just his genius that drew people in; his undeniable charisma made him utterly magnetic.

Our dads had been childhood friends, but that's where the similarities ended. Ryder's family was wealthy, practically untouchable, while my dad was just a humble serviceman. There was no comparing the grandeur of the Knights to our modest life.

When I moved to NYC for college, the Knights became my safety net. They were always there for me, especially Ryder. I had known him since my childhood. He'd always seen me as a kid, a little sister, and referred to me as his baby girl. When I moved to his city, he made it his mission to ensure I never felt lonely. Every Friday, no matter how busy he was, he'd pick me up after classes. We'd either go to his place or his family home, share meals, and spend the rest of the weekend together.

"I want to go home," I murmured in a sleepy voice.

"I got you, baby girl," he whispered in my ear, and his deep, manly voice made my heart flutter with an unknown sensation.

The next thing I knew, I was swept into his powerful, muscular arms, and he was carrying me toward his Lamborghini. He gently placed me in the passenger seat, leaning over to buckle me in. His minty breath brushed against my face, and for a split second, my breath hitched. I suddenly wanted to kiss him.

No, no, Bella. Don't think about him like this. He only sees you as a sister. It's a sin to want this.

Even though he was the sexiest man alive, Ryder was out of my league, and I couldn't afford to mess up our relationship.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in the car seat. I heard the door of the driver side open and closed and sensed Ryder taking the driver seat. And the next moment the car began moving.

I didn't realize I slept the whole ride and woke up to find myself scoped in Ryder's alluring embrace again.

"Sorry, baby girl. Did I disturb your sleep? Let me take you to the bedroom," he murmured as he kept walking toward the bedroom. When he placed me on the bed and was about to leave, something inside me snapped. I didn't want him to go. It felt like if he left, I wouldn't survive.

He kissed my forehead and started to pull away, but I couldn't let him. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His eyes were full of confusion, his lips parted to ask something, but before the words left his mouth, I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his.

*Ryder*

I froze the moment her soft, pink lips brushed against mine, every fiber of my being screaming to take over and kiss her deeply.

"Bella, what are you doing?" I gasped, still in shock. Her sweet, fruity breath mixed with hints of vodka and gin stirred my senses, leaving me intoxicated by her kiss alone.

"I want you, Ryder," she whispered, looking up at me through hooded eyes. It hit me then-she was still drunk, not in her right mind.

"Baby girl, you're not thinking clearly," I said gently, forcing myself to stay calm. "Sleep for a while, and you'll feel better."

Carefully, I peeled her arms from around my neck and straightened up, but before I could step away, she caught my hand.

"It feels so hot everywhere. Please... touch me," she pleaded, trying to pull me closer again.

Confused, I glanced at her flushed face, noticing the way she writhed on my bed, her parted lips releasing soft, sensual moans. It sent a jolt through me-a potent mix of desire and alarm. My mind raced, trying to make sense of her behavior. Then it hit me-her drink must have been spiked, and the effects were now taking hold.

My heart pounded in my chest, my instincts and thoughts clashing violently. The sight of her, so innocent yet so intoxicating, tested every ounce of my restraint. Before I could lose control, I swiftly scooped her up in my arms and carried her straight to the bathroom.

Turning on the cold shower, I let the water cascade over her, hoping it would snap her out of this feverish state. She gasped, shivering under the spray, but the fire in her eyes only burned brighter. My eyes grew wide with surprise as she hastily removed her blouse, revealing her full round breasts. Before I could react, she grabbed my collar, drew me closer, pressing her soft breasts against my firm chest, and our lips met passionately.

That single touch ignited an indescribable sensation within me. A surge of electricity coursed through my entire being, intensifying the hardness that had already taken hold since Bella had revealed her seductive side in the car. My rational thinking disappeared as desire and primal urges consumed me.

Never before had I experienced such a connection with anyone. It was unlike anything I had ever encountered.

The kiss felt so pure, yet it was forbidden, wrong in every sense.

And yet, at that moment, it felt undeniably right.

She was my baby girl, my sunshine, who made me happy with her sweet smile. But at that moment, she was in my embrace, kissing me as if her life depended on it. It was evident that she had never kissed anyone before, and I could sense her inexperience. Yet, it felt as if her entire existence hinged on that kiss as if she would cease to exist if she didn't press her lips against mine.

The sensation her lips elicited soon overcame me, and I reciprocated the kiss. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, molding together effortlessly. My tongue gently prodded at her lips, seeking permission to delve deeper.

As soon as she granted me entry, I explored every nook and cranny of her mouth, getting lost in the passionate exchange. The last ounce of resistance in my mind crumbled, and I surrendered completely to my desire for her. My hands roamed across her body, exploring every inch, pulling her closer even though we were already intimately close, ensuring no space between us for even a breath to pass through.

Cold water cascaded over us. I gently broke the kiss, pulling my lips away, only to gently place them on her neck, softly kissing and lightly nipping her tender skin. Bella squirmed and let out audible moans. She pressed her lower body against mine, the intensity of her desire transferring to me. Without hesitation, I lifted and carried her to my bedroom, never breaking our passionate connection.

Carefully, I laid her down on my bed, my gaze roaming over her enticing figure. As I saw a sultry and damp Bella writhing before me, my eyes grew darker, consumed by lust. She beckoned me with her half-opened eyes and trembling lips, reaching out her hand.

I gathered all my strength and looked away, saying, " Baby girl, you need to sleep. You are high due to drugs. Please, baby! Try to sleep. "

"No, Ryder! I can't sleep. I am feeling so hot. Please, Ryder, do something . I feel like I'll die ". Bella cried ... Her eyes were half open. Her lips were trembling. She lifted her hand to call me to her.

A curse slipped from my lips, "Fuck it..."

I abruptly closed the distance between us, swiftly removing my t-shirt. Leaning down, I captured her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Moving from her lips to her cheeks, I trailed kisses along her jawline, reaching her neck. Bella's moans grew louder as she sought release, her body yearning for relief. I unclasped her bra and removed her jeans.

My lips fell on her soft nipples, and I wanted nothing more than to suck and lick her full and soft bosom. I took her delicate bud in my mouth and sucked it until it became hard and aching red. I gave my equal attention to her other nipple, making it hard and so painfully red.

When I was satisfied with my artwork, my lips traveled south. I left wet kisses on her stomach and, halting over the belly button, licked and circled my tongue along it. Bella moaned, arching her back and pulling my head closer. My lips trailed toward her apex, my head disappearing between her legs. My tongue started licking her core, my lips massaging her sweet pussy. Bella's moaning became loud. She was writhing and thrashing her head wildly. I knew this was too much for her. She never had any man there. She didn't understand why this sensation made her feel so good.

But I was lost in her sweet taste. Her moans felt like some music to my ears.

I moved away, looking at her face, which was flushed red. I tried every ounce to control myself, also panting and heaving.

I asked her, my eyes dark with lust," Tell me... What do you want, Bella? "

"Ryder, I need you. I need to get rid of this pain," she whispered, her voice trembling.

In an instant, my clothes disappeared, and I positioned myself between her legs. The touch of my body against hers made her writhe beneath me, seeking more.

Leaning in, I captured her lips in a passionate kiss, wanting to taste her essence. As I pulled back to gaze into her eyes, my silent question lingered. My breathing grew heavy as I struggled to hold myself back.

"Bella, are you sure?" I asked her, seeking reassurance one final time.

Bella remained silent, unable to form words. Instead, she arched her back urgently, pressing herself against me.

Her response was all the answers I needed.

With a hard thrust, I entered her, breaking through her resistance. Bella let out a cry of pain.I froze. How could I have forgotten that she was a virgin? I mentally scolded myself for my impatience. I should have been more careful and gentle.

Lowering my head, I kissed her forehead and moved down to capture her lips, hoping to ease her discomfort.She cried into my mouth, but soon the pain transformed into pleasure. She tapped my shoulder, signaling me to continue. Taking the hint, I began thrusting in and out of her. Our bodies soon found a perfect rhythm, moving together seamlessly.She cried out as she reached climax, breathing heavily. Her face flushed red, eyes tightly shut.

I continued my passionate movements, thrusting forcefully and swiftly into her. She was so tight and felt so good clenching around my dick. Before long, I also found release inside her.Pulling out, I lay beside her, drawing her into my arms. I had never felt so whole. Her innocent body possessed a hold on me that I couldn't resist. It was like an addiction, something I couldn't overcome. As much as I yearned for doing this again, I knew she needed rest. She appeared utterly exhausted, unable to even open her eyes. Sleep soon overcame us, and a content smile formed on my lips.

*Bella*

The next morning, I stirred awake, a strange heaviness keeping me from moving. It took a moment to realize I was wrapped tightly in a pair of powerful, muscular arms. My heart skipped a beat as the events of last night came rushing back, painting my cheeks with a deep blush of embarrassment.

Oh, God. I couldn't believe it. How could I have been so desperate, practically begging Ryder Knight to take me in his bed? And the worst part? He had granted my wish, just like he always did-fulfilling every little thing I ever asked of him.

But this wasn't like before. This wasn't some innocent request he could shrug off. The thought of what had happened-and how I had behaved-sent a wave of mortification crashing over me.

How was I supposed to feel about him now? How could I face him? Most of all, what was he thinking about me? Did he see me as just another desperate girl throwing herself at him, like so many others had?

The idea alone was unbearable, making me want to disappear. If only the earth could open up and swallow me whole, I would gladly let it.

Our families were friends, and I couldn't stop wondering-what would they say if they found out about us? They literally saw us as brother and sister. Ryder had always cared for me like a little sister and nothing more.

But now? What the hell happens now?

Even though we weren't actually related, the thought still made me cringe. My parents would absolutely lose it if they ever found out I'd lost my virginity to Ryder Knight. They were super conservative, all about traditional values, going to church every week, and drilling Catholic rules into me.

Sex before marriage? Totally forbidden. They warned me about it nonstop before I came here.

And now? Well, I'd gone and broken all their rules in one night. Shit. I couldn't even count how many sins I'd racked up altogether.

With my heart sinking in fear, I slowly lifted his arm from around my waist and carefully slid out of the bed. As I stood, a sharp hiss escaped my lips from the ache between my legs. God, he was a beast in bed, leaving me sore and torn apart in ways I never imagined.

I glanced back at him, his perfectly sculpted, naked body sprawled across the bed as he slept soundly, completely unaware of the storm he'd unleashed in my heart. He looked so carefree, so at peace, while I felt a chaotic mix of emotions brewing inside me.

Quickly, I gathered my scattered clothes from the floor, dressing swiftly and quietly, determined not to wake him. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and guilt as I slipped out of his apartment, my mind racing with thoughts I wasn't ready to face.

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*Ryder*

I reached out instinctively to hold my sunshine again, only to find my arms empty. My hand searched the other side of the bed, but it was cold and vacant. Slowly, I opened my groggy eyes and confirmed what my heart already suspected-she wasn't there.

Concern and confusion swirled inside me as I noticed how eerily silent the house was. I got out of bed, checking the bathroom, the other rooms, even the kitchen. But she wasn't anywhere.

She had left... just like that... without a word, after... after our passionate night.

I sank down onto the sofa, leaning forward with my elbows resting on my knees, my hands clasped tightly as I stared into the distance, lost in thought. Did she regret her first time with me? Had I hurt her by crossing that forbidden line?

Fuck. I had crossed the boundary I never should. The weight of it hit me like a freight train. But what was done was done. The ship had sailed, and there was no turning back now.

Straightening my back, I came to the undeniable realization that things could never go back to the way they were. Not after last night.

Suddenly, my phone began ringing, interrupting my spiraling thoughts. I groaned, picking it up to check the caller ID. It was my right-hand man, Noah.

"Boss, the arms consignment has arrived, and the dealer wants you to come and inspect it," he informed me as soon as I answered.

"Tell Alex to handle it and deal with the details. I'm busy," I replied, rubbing my forehead in frustration.

"But, boss-" he started to argue.

"Do as I say," I barked, cutting him off before ending the call.

This was the other side of me. Outside of managing the Knights Enterprises, I was the mafia boss-the head of the underworld. People feared my name, and no one dared to cross paths with me. I always got what I wanted, no matter the cost.

And now, I wanted my baby girl. She didn't know it yet, but there was no escape from Ryder Knight.

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*Bella*

"Are you going to the Knights this weekend?" my mom asked over the phone.

I bit my lip, still conflicted about whether or not to go. I couldn't face Ryder after that night, and I had been avoiding him ever since. I hadn't replied to his texts or calls. But then, last night, Mrs. Knight-Ryder's mom-called and insisted I come, just like usual. I tried to dodge it and make an excuse, but she wasn't having it.

"Umm... yes, Mom. I'll go to the Knights and spend the weekend with them," I replied in a low voice, as if I was afraid to even hear myself say it.

I was still unsure how I would behave around Ryder. What if his family sensed something unusual between us? Oh, God. That would be so embarrassing.

"Bella, I'm warning you again to stay away from those rich people," Mom said in a stern tone. I braced myself, knowing exactly what was coming. She never liked the Knights and always had something against them being so rich and powerful.

"They're not trustworthy," she continued. "They're fake. All they do is show off their wealth and power, making people like us feel grateful or pitied by them," she spat, her voice dripping with disgust.

"But, Mom, Mr. Knight is Dad's friend, and they genuinely care about us," I said, trying to defend them. "They use their power and wealth to help us because they don't want to see us struggle."

Mom, of course, wasn't having it. "You're just like your father-never listening to my advice. Fine. But don't come crying to me when you get backstabbed by those pretentious, so-called 'nice' rich people," she grumbled, clearly fed up.

"Don't worry, Mom. I can take care of myself," I tried to comfort her, though the weight of her words lingered in my mind.

"You better do, because if you break our trust, you know your father will never forgive you, Bella," she warned again. "You better not make any mistakes, dear."

Her words made me chew my lip with worry. I had already broken their rules, and I didn't want them to find out. They couldn't bear it, especially with Mom already hating Ryder. If this secret got out, it would destroy the friendship between Dad and Mr. Knight. No, I could never let them find out about Ryder and me.

But it had been one mistake-just one night-and that was it. We were both adults, and we could deal with it. However, Ryder would have already forgotten about it. After all, he was Ryder Knight, a man who didn't stick to one girl when he could have any girl he wanted. They didn't call him a playboy for nothing. I sighed, shaking my head at the mess I'd gotten myself into.

"Okay, Mom, I have to go. My friends are waiting for me," I said, quickly ending the call.

I turned to find my friends waiting for me so we could walk to the dorm together.

"It was Mom," I told them with a shrug and a hesitant smile.

"We got you," Rina said, and they all laughed as we headed toward the exit of the college.

"So, what's the plan for the weekend?" Lily asked, and soon the conversation shifted to everyone's weekend plans. I kept my mouth shut, hesitant to reveal mine. Everyone knew the Knights were some of the wealthiest people around, and spending the weekend with them wasn't exactly the norm. However, for me, they felt like family, and they treated me so well.

The honking of a car startled me, and my friends giggled behind me as I heard the car door open.

"OMG! He's so hot!" Rina said, licking her lips.

I rolled my eyes because I didn't need to turn around to know who they were talking about.

"Oh my god, Bella, how are you so lucky to be with him? He's literally walking temptation," Lily added with a hopeless sigh.

"Shut up, guys," I hissed before Ryder could hear them. "He's my dad's best friend's son, and he already has a girlfriend. So stop spreading rumours," I explained firmly.

"Bella!"

The deep, husky voice made me turn, and there he was-Ryder Knight, flashing a devilishly gorgeous smile that could stop anyone in their tracks. My heart skipped a beat for no reason when I saw his handsome face. My cheeks heated, and my breathing hitched as he walked toward me, his eyes fixed on me as if I were the center of his universe.

Oh God, Bella, he always gives you this kind of attention. So why does it feel different today? I scolded myself, biting my lip nervously. I must be losing my mind.

"Hey," I greeted him shyly, offering a small smile. Before I could react, Ryder stepped forward and pulled me into his big, muscular arms.

His touch sent shivers racing down my spine, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. I trembled slightly in his embrace, hoping he didn't notice.

Oh God, why am I reacting like this? I panicked internally. Surely he must have felt it too. This is so, so embarrassing!

As if that wasn't enough, the next moment, he pulled away slightly, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous smile. Before I could even process what was happening, he lowered his head, and my eyes widened with panic.