Clarissa & The Grand Mafia

I let out a deep sigh as I sauntered towards the skyscraper up ahead. I walked as fast as my legs could carry me.

It was past 9 a.m. and I was already late for my interview.

Sweat dripped down my forehead despite the cold weather. I wasn't sweating from stress but rather from the fear of missing yet another opportunity.

I got to the large building. At the entrance, staring at me were two hefty bouncers. Their tight muscles flaunt out of their slippery black shirts, almost ripping their shirts apart.

I made my way to the transparent door. My phone rang one more time and this time, I couldn't ignore it.

I stopped just by the door. I couldn't have my phone disturbing me inside.

I brought the phone from my handbag, intending to turn it off, but when I looked at the screen, it was my Dad calling.

"Papi!" I muttered worriedly with a deep sigh on my lips. As much as I was desperate for an interview, I had to talk to my father. He and my Mom were all I had in the world.

I picked up the call and placed the phone on my ear. "Hello, Pa!" I called, and a muffled sound came from the phone, followed by panic.

I held the phone tightly against my ear. "Pa?" I called out as a sense of worry settled on me.

Then came my father's trembling voice. "C...Clarry, it's your mother!" he said and the call dropped, leaving me in a state of suspense.

I paused as my heart made a quick sink. I felt my thoughts racing like a runaway train, each one a terrifying possibility of what could've happened.

My heart started beating aggressively. An overwhelming sense of fear choked me from within and my breathing quickened.

My Mom has been suffering from cancer and there was no money to oversee the recommended surgery.

Instantly, I turned around, abandoning the job interview. With all the strength in me, I dashed out of the place to catch a quick bus home.

On getting home, I noticed a Rolls-Royce Cullinan packed right in front of the house. Its shiny armor was elegant and I found myself admiring the car and wondering how it managed to get here.

Was my Mom really in trouble?

What is happening? I asked myself.

When I entered the house, my father was sitting comfortably on the sofa, and a rich-looking visitor was opposite him.

The young man was so handsome. His athletic body shot through his plain T-shirt as his car key dangled in his hands. He was the owner of the car outside.

Our gaze met and I quickly looked away. He had a cold aura and an incredible demeanor.

"Mr. Barry, this is Clarissa, my daughter whom I told you about," I overheard my father introduce me to him, and then he turned back to me.

"Clarry, this is Barry Woodson, your suitor. He has agreed to see through your mother's surgery," my father said. At that moment, I marveled.

I had given my father my approval on an arranged marriage with a rich man who would sponsor my Mom's treatment. When I heard the man was coming, I didn't expect him to be this handsome.

I made my peace with myself, believing I would be marrying an old wealthy man just to save my mother.

But seeing the young rich Barry Woodson seated before me, I felt a sense of satisfaction.

His gaze sent chills down my spine as I stared at his alluring eyes. The hunger in them and the low smile of satisfaction on his lips.

My heart sparkled with delight, and a radiant smile lit up my face. But as the saying goes; "not all that glitters is gold."

Blinded by his handsome nature, I had no idea what I was signing up for.

A loud ringtone from my phone snapped me out of my deep thoughts, and I jolted to consciousness. I realized that I was still in the kitchen reminiscing about my past and how I ended up with Barry.

It was past 8 p.m. and the anticipation of Barry's return, my greatest nemesis, dawned on me.

Clarissa

I left the kitchen and sauntered towards the staircase. It was raining heavily outside. I had just completed my chores and was headed for the bedroom to take a shower.

I felt the urge to get into the room and sleep off before Barry returned from work.

On getting to the door, I pushed the door wide open, and the dark, foreboding room startled me, followed by the clapping sound of two surfaces coming from the dark room.

I paused, my brow furrowed deeply, expressing my confusion.

Who was in the bedroom? I thought inwardly. As I made my way to the lights, a soft moan caught my attention, and I saw a feminine figure bouncing on the bed.

"Fuck!" I heard a male moan. The voice sounded so familiar.

At that moment, I realized that he must be at it again. I quickly turned on the light with my heart beating fiercely against my ribcage.

Just as I thought, Barry was lying on the bed, gasping for breath with his eyes closed, as a black lady sat on his huge cock, riding life out of him.

I stood there, my eyes fixated on the lady. I almost commended her expertise. Seeing her hips like a merry-go-round on his dick, I just knew Barry was lost in wonderland that he didn't even notice me standing there.

He had returned while I was in the kitchen wallowing in regret and self-pity.

I felt stuck on my feet, staring at the ugly scene in silence, and I didn't know when tears gathered in my eyes.

Seeing a man I call a husband getting fucked in our matrimonial bed was never something I expected in marriage. To make matters worse, there was nothing I could do.

I managed to drag my feet to the bathroom like I didn't see what was happening in the room.

I tried not to act concerned because the pain on my left cheek still hurts even though it had been two weeks since Barry gave me a resounding slap for confronting him before his slut.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and rested my back on the door.

Tears fell on my face as I felt a surge of electric current in between my legs. I was horny, but I couldn't ask for sex from my husband.

I married a heartless man who had no loyalty or respect for a woman. I was just a vessel made to satisfy his sexual urge only at his convenient time.

I felt my legs trembling, and I gently fell on my butt, letting hot tears run down my cheek.

His words came replaying in my ears. "You have no right to tell me what to do, Clarissa. I own you. I paid for you, you're my property, and your sole purpose of existence is to please me."

I felt my chest beating with pain and agony as I cried like a baby. Immediately, a loud banging on the door startled me and I rose to my feet.

I quickly wiped my eyes with my towel before Barry saw me in tears.

"Clarissa? Get out here now!" I heard his voice call out. The anger in his voice was like the raging sound of lightning.

My legs began to tremble as I hoped that I was not going to receive a beating for walking in on his slut.

I quietly opened the door and found him standing naked by the door, his cock was hard and dangling in the air.

I folded my palms, fidgeting with my fingers as I buried my gaze on the ground.

He didn't utter a word, he held my neck and pulled me out of the bathroom. He pinned me to the wall, my cheek pressed against the smooth hard surface of the wall.

I felt his deep breath around my neckline, and his fingers underneath my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips and I felt his solid cock pressed against my butt.

No matter how hard I tried not to get aroused, I couldn't help it.

He lifted my gown and shoved his hard cock inside me. I felt a sharp pain. I let out a soft moan even though I never wanted to.

He began to thrust in and out with pace, his face buried in my neck. He bit my neck seductively, and I gagged in agitation.

Every thrust he made drove me one inch closer to insanity. His cock was so huge and I found myself gasping to catch my breath.

He pulled me from the wall and slammed me to the bed roughly. I didn't get a chance to position myself before he shoved his cock into me from behind.

"You sexy bitch! I told you, you're only living to please me," he growled and tickled my earlobe with his tongue.

He folded my legs together and wrapped me in between his legs. I lay still like a submissive wife, not like I had a choice. Even at that, I was enjoying the sex.

Suddenly, I felt his cock farther from my pussy. At first, I didn't react, but when I felt his fingers trailing down my ass, I grabbed the bed and lifted my butt, but he pressed me down.

"Don't struggle!" He growled in my ears, and I flinched. I tried to spread my legs open to hinder him from accessing my ass, but he was relentless.

"No... no! Please stop!" I cried, and he kissed my neck. I felt a knot in my stomach, my whole belly in flames like I was about to burst open.

"Barry, please! Stop! I can't," I cried out in horror as I felt dry tears in my eyes, but my plea fell on deaf ears.

"You're my whore!" He whispered aggressively in my ear, and I screamed out loud. Luckily, I freed my left hand from his grip and fought him off.

I rolled on my belly, laying my back on the bed. My gaze faced him as he sat above me trying to turn me around.

I saw the anger in his eyes like a bloody rage. I screamed for help even though I knew no one could hear my voice.

At this point, Barry was frustrated. I could see it in his eyes.

He leaned on me and kissed my neck but I didn't feel a thing. All my desires for sex and lust were gone. The sight of Barry only sent fear down my spine.

He claimed my lips aggressively, and I felt disgusted by his kiss.

I fought him but he was too strong for me. I could feel his strength overwhelming me, and I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, my teeth struck his tongue, and like a predator, I bit down very hard, causing Barry to scream in pain. He lost balance and got off me, and I jolted to my feet.

As fast as I could, I tried to run, but he grabbed my hand with his left hand.

He pulled me back, but I was quick enough to kick him in his balls. I watched him drop to the ground, groaning in pain, and I picked up my pace as fast as my feet could carry me.

Panting heavily, I ran across the garden and out of the short gate by the field. There were trees all over the place and a runway probably leading to the city.

I didn't stop running. My heart pounded like a drum against my ribcage, each beat echoing my mounting fear.

Suddenly, I heard long footsteps behind me. I felt a shiver down my spine, and I began to scream, with tears running down my cheek as I ran.

My fear was like a suffocating cloak, pressing down on me with relentless weight. I cried out for help, but he had caught up with me.

He held my neck and put me down to the ground.

"Bitch!" He cursed and a slap flew over my face. I got a blurred vision for a second as I gasped for breath, choking on his grip.

I struggled to break free. I could feel the darkness closing in on me as everything around me went blurry.

Tears dripped down my cheek as I looked into his eyes.

"P...please, forgive me," my voice trembled before I gave in to the darkness.

Clarissa

I woke up in a spacious room. Everything was plain white and there was no door that I could see. The whole place was as sparkling as snow.

I darted my eyes around confusedly, and immediately, one edge of the wall opened, revealing a well-hidden door. Barry walked into the room, casting a contemptuous glare at me.

Sitting on the bed, I retreated and folded myself by the edge, avoiding eye contact with him. I watched in silence as he sauntered towards me like a predator about to devour its prey.

"You stupid girl!" He roared and pulled my hair, causing me great pain.

He pulled me closer, his gaze feeding off my fear. I trembled at the terror in his eyes and my lips began to quiver.

"You think you can escape after all I've done for you huh? I think it's about time you get locked up for good," he growled.

I had grown terrified of him, so I dared not say a word. I prayed silently that he wouldn't force himself on me again because I may not be able to stop him this time.

"Don't you dare try to run away again! If you do, you'll have yourself to blame for whatever happens to your sick mother. Do you understand?" He threatened, and I swallowed hard, whimpering like a scared little child.

He let go of my hair and pushed me against the wall. I watched in silence as he smacked his lips, staring back at me.

Without another word, he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him, startling me. I shook heavily and lay flat on the bed.

My mind drifted off to my parents and I felt hot tears bubbling up in my eyes.

The door opened again revealing Barry in a different outfit.

"Hey," he called out to me in the softest tone I had ever heard from him.

"You want some sandwich?" He asked, and I paused.

I stared back at him in silence wondering if I was supposed to answer. Could it be a trap again? Why would Barry care about what I eat?

For the past 2 months since we got married, he had never asked about my needs or what I wanted to eat.

I maintained my silence, and seeing that I wasn't saying a word, he plodded towards the bed. I readjusted myself.

My heart started beating fast but I pretended to be cool so as not to provoke his anger. The fear I had for Barry was second to none. At this point, he might have succeeded in breaking me.

He bent before me with a tender smile that exposed his perfectly arranged white teeth. I swallowed hard, staring at his blue eyes. Those seductive eyes were my weakness.

He sat me up on the bed gently and I obliged. I couldn't take my gaze off him as a sense of wonder kept me thinking, why was he suddenly being so gentle to me? He just threatened to kill my mother a few minutes ago.

What kind of a beautiful monster is he? I thought inwardly. He held my jaw in his index finger and raised my face.

"I'm sorry, Clarissa. For everything. Please forgive me," he whispered, his breath all over my face, and my jaw dropped.

I opened my mouth agape, staring deep into his eyes unsure of what to say. He took my hand and led me out of the room gently, and as I followed him, I couldn't get my eyes off him.

We got to the dining, and I was surprised to see the table well arranged. He ushered me to a seat and dished out dinner.

I couldn't eat. My mind couldn't rest as I kept wondering what had gone wrong.

Why the sudden change? My instincts were telling me that something was wrong, but what? Why now?