Forbidden Desire, Claimed by Demonlord

DISCLAIMER.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events are either the products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

This book contains multiple explicit scenes and hardcore raw sex scenes with mostly BDSM that most readers might find distressing although every encounter is fully consensual.

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CHAPTER 1

SOPHIE

The shrill ring of the telephone in the kitchen snapped me out of making my husband, Leo's favorite drink.

I quickly wiped my hands and reached for the telephone. It was almost eleven PM, and I wondered who would be calling at this hour.

"Hello, Leo? When are you coming over, darling?" A feminine voice said as I picked up the telephone, and I froze.

I processed the fact that she was referring to my husband as "darling."

My nostrils flared, and I sniffed. "Who are you?"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry..." the woman on the other end stammered, but I cut her off sharply.

"Hey, hey, hey... don't hang up! Don't be a coward, okay? Just tell me your name. That's the least you can do for sleeping with my husband, don't you think?"

She inhaled sharply. "I'm Aurélie... I'm sorry, please. I shouldn't have called now." She hung up.

I slowly collapsed to the floor, my hands dragging down the blender, which crashed to the tiles.

This was my worst nightmare. I winced as I stared at the smoothie splattered across the floor.

I must be the most foolish woman on earth. It's eleven at night; I've already tucked my baby into bed, yet here I am, making my husband's favorite drink while he's out there with some other woman.

Some moments later, the door creaked open, and there he stood, walking in with a suitcase and a dirty smirk on his face.

I knew what was next... He was about to tell me some fairy tales about how work was super hectic and kept him late.

Leo approached me, his lips curling into a smile, but it vanished the moment he saw me crouched on the floor, tears streaming down my face.

He quickly lunged for me, asking worriedly, "What is the problem, Sophie?"

I gazed up at him, sniffing. "She called you-" I began.

His eyes widened in confusion. "Who are you talking about?"

"Aurélie," I replied in a shaky voice. "I guess you're late again today, huh?"

I exhaled lightly. Her name sounded French. Leo always claimed he didn't like French girls, yet here he was, coming home late every night because of one of the very women he claims to hate.

He bent down, cupping my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze even if I didn't want to.

"Look at me," he urged, his voice calm. "She's not important, Sophie... You are! Just you and Adele, our daughter, are what matters to me, okay?"

I sighed, then scoffed, looking away. Of course, I was more important to him.

I must be brain dead, right? I must be the biggest fool on the planet, believing we were happy, thinking we were so lucky.

I thought I was safe with him after everything I'd been through, all because of him.

I followed every rule he set. I distanced myself from my family, deleted my social media accounts, and avoided parties to keep other men from noticing me.

Yes, that's what he demanded, and for the past five years, I complied. But now he's sleeping with some other woman?

I can tolerate his yelling and hitting, but I gave him one rule out of the million he imposed on me: I told him to never cheat on me.

"Listen to me," he said, sitting on the floor and inching closer as I sobbed.

But I sharply interrupted him. "I can smell her!" I sneered, standing up. "I can smell her damn perfume or whatever that slut's name is!"

"What?" he exclaimed, disbelief lacing his voice. "Baby, all we did was have a drink. Just at the coffee shop, nothing more..."

"Stop it!" I slammed my fists against the kitchen cabinet in anger. "Leo, you're caught. I caught you! Don't try to lie! Don't fucking try to talk your way out of this!!"

I paused for a moment, raising my gaze to him as the realization of how many times he had lied to me dawned on me. "How many are there, Leo? How many have you been sleeping with?"

"What does it matter?" My heart sank, and I arched an eyebrow, refusing to believe what I just heard.

He sighed. "Come on, what does it matter how many I've slept with? I know our sex life has been great, but I'm a man. We all know men and women have different needs."

"And the French lady is ready to take care of that side of me? Maybe it's better for everyone."

My jaw dropped, and I blinked rapidly, tears welling in my eyes.

I stepped forward, standing directly in front of him. "It's better for you, Leo!" I shouted, letting my emotions spill over for once.

I mean, he has a pretty good deal, doesn't he? He goes to work every day, then goes out and fools around with some other women while I stay here taking care of his house and his child!

The child is my stepdaughter-he never told me about her until after we got married. But guess what? I accepted it and babysit her all day, just for him to go off with other women?

Well, no more! This is the end. The party is over; I'm done with this!

He let out a deep breath. "Calm down, Sophie. I need you to calm down first."

"No!" I sobbed and yelled. "No, Leo! I'm not going to sit here and take it anymore. I'm not a doormat. I'm your fucking-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a sharp sting across my cheek.

I stumbled back in shock, hands on my face, mouth agape, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. He slapped me?

"What?" He stared at me coldly. "Why are you looking at me that way, Sophie? Do you want to fight back for hitting you?"

"I'm a man, sweetheart, so it's no contest. I'll win," he laughed, a mirthless, mocking sound that made me groan in pain.

He bent down to my level, where I lay on the bare floor. "You have to understand something, sweetheart. I make the money here, so I set the rules, right? These are my rules! I can break any others..."

He sighed. "Fuck it. You just spoiled my night. I need to go out." He turned to me with a small smile playing on his lips. "This is better, don't you think? Now I don't have to sneak around and lie about going to work. I might just say I'm going to fuck her, right?"

He walked closer and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Good night, baby... don't do anything you might regret."

As the door slammed shut, I realized he was gone. I wanted to scream, to shout and sob all night for someone to help, but even if I screamed until dawn, no one would hear me-we lived in a soundproof house. I clenched my teeth, trying to stifle my cries and covering my mouth. This wasn't the time to cry. This was the time to run away, Sophie.

It was clear Leo wouldn't change.

The following day, I was awake by six o'clock, my usual time to start making breakfast for both my husband and my stepdaughter, Adele. But this time, I wasn't awake for that.

With my heart pounding, I stuffed my clothes into a leather mini travel bag. I didn't bother with my multitude of heels; I quickly packed a pair of Crocs instead, all while trying not to wake Adele. She was just a sweet, innocent four-year-old, and her crib was close to mine.

My hands trembled as I zipped up the bag. My eyes wandered to the window, ensuring Leo wasn't on his way back yet. He must not catch me trying to escape; I had to do it when he wasn't around. If he caught me, he'd just tie me back down here. I had tried to file a case for domestic abuse before, but my lawyer advised me to drop it-after all, Leo was a demi-god in this city, and I would never win.

My only way out of this place was to run far away. I picked up my bag and walked into Adele's room, my eyes sweeping over the little creature. I winced; I wished I could take her with me, but I couldn't. She deserved better than a deadbeat father. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead.

"I will miss you, baby..." I muttered, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall onto her cheeks. I didn't want to wake her.

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About 30 minutes later, I frantically parked my car about ten miles away from the boutique. Grabbing my small bag, I glanced around to make sure Leo wasn't trailing me before rushing inside. It was early, but thankfully, they were already open for business.

I quickly greeted the receptionist and headed straight for the clothes. I needed to find something to wear before visiting my mother in the hospital. I couldn't let anyone know that Leo and I were no longer together-this wasn't the right time. I didn't want to add to my mother's stress.

After browsing the outfits, I hurried to the counter to pay. I decided not to change back into my old clothes; this was the best place to try things on anyway. As I slid my card into the machine, the lights beeped red, indicating one thing-the transaction was declined.

I shook my head, pushing away the panic that crept in. I tried my card again, but it declined once more.

"Fuck!" I gritted my teeth. That jerk had already blocked my card. Now I was stuck in here wearing designer clothes I couldn't afford. I could feel the furtive gazes of other shoppers increasing; they must think I was some kind of con artist, rushing to try on clothes and unable to pay.

"Ma'am, can you please pay up? My boss is in today," the blonde cashier said, and I gulped.

I didn't have a penny on me. I couldn't believe the first thing Leo did when he didn't see me was freeze my bank account.

My body tensed, and anxiety coursed through me as I tried to dial any number on my phone for help. It felt ridiculous; I hadn't reached out to anyone in the last five years of my marriage but I would be calling them now just because I need help?

"What's happening here?" a thick baritone voice asked from behind me, startling me. When I turned, I collided with him, my eyes widening in shock as I took in his features. As I stumbled back, he grabbed me by both arms, steadying me.

But as our eyes met, I froze. "Vi vi Vicenzo?"

"Alessia?" he breathed.

CHAPTER 2

SOPHIE

AT BIANCHI'S ESTATE.

I still can't believe I followed Vincenzo Bianchi to his estate after he sorted out my bills. The moment I stepped into the boutique and looked up to see his face, I immediately recognized him.

The mafia don, Vincenzo? He was the devil himself.

But something was off. He kept calling me "Alessia." I couldn't wrap my head around why he was using that name. It seemed he must have mistaken me for someone else.

For the past two hours, I had been brought here, my heart racing nonstop, my hands trembling, and my lips quivering.

Vincenzo Bianchi. Who doesn't know that name in this city? I do. That name has sent many to their graves without a hint of remorse. Damn it, Sophie, I sighed silently. How the hell did I end up in this place? My husband, Leo, might be a devil, but he's an angel compared to Vincenzo, the man whose estate I now found myself in.

I slowly approached the window and gently slid back the curtains. I barely knew where I was. As I gazed outside, a deep sense of awe washed over me at the opulence surrounding me. This was the infamous Vincenzo estate, where men were rumored to go and never return.

The estate was a sprawling mansion, with manicured lawns and gardens that seemed to stretch on forever.

I sighed and let the curtains fall back into place. This wasn't my problem right now. I needed to leave and see my mother in the hospital. That was all I cared about. I hadn't been able to visit her since Leo wouldn't let me. Now that I was free, I had to see her.

Turning my attention to the room where I had been kept for the past few hours, I sank into one of the plush couches. Despite the luxury surrounding me, an unsettling feeling lingered. I had no idea what Vincenzo's intentions were. Why had he brought me here? And why did he call me "Alessia"?

I pulled out my phone and attempted to dial my brother's number, even though I knew he might have blacklisted me after countless calls during my mother's illness. But as I tried to connect, I realized there was no signal. It seemed all communication had been cut off inside this estate.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and a woman who appeared to be in her late forties walked in. I rushed toward her, desperation in my eyes.

"I need to leave now. Take me out," I pleaded.

She didn't seem fazed. Instead, her lips curled into a smile.

"Hello, miss. I understand you want to leave, but you can't right now. You have a deal with Vincenzo, and you haven't fulfilled your side of the bargain," she said.

I gasped. What? These people must be insane. A bargain with Vincenzo? How could that be? I had barely spoken to him.

I glared at the woman. "What do you mean?"

I stepped closer, my voice rising. "Listen, ma'am, I need to leave this place immediately. It's a matter of life and death!"

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave right now," she replied calmly.

"Why not?" I shot back, my anger boiling. Am I being kidnapped?

"Master paid for your bills and has claimed you as his for tonight," she said.

I stumbled back, caught off guard by this turn of events. I never asked Vincenzo to pay my bills. Not that I had the money, but expecting me to repay him with my body was absurd.

"I will pay him back!" I protested. "I will pay him back for the dress he bought at the boutique. I just need to make some calls and get out of here, please."

"I'm sorry, but the network is cut off inside this place. You can't make any calls," she replied.

Desperate, I grabbed her arm and crouched low, pleading. "Please, you need to let me go. I need to be somewhere important or at least make some calls."

"The hospital?" I paused, my brows raised in curiosity. "How did you know that?"

She smiled. "Master is covering the hospital bills. Trust me, your mother has been moved to a good facility as we speak."

I swallowed hard, struggling to believe what I was hearing. Why was he doing all this for me? He had paid my bills and now was taking care of my mother's medical expenses. What did he want in return?

An unsettling tension filled the room as I stood there, uncertain about my next move. I couldn't figure out what Vincenzo wanted from me.

The woman extended her hands, offering me some clothes. "Master wants you to submit to him tonight. You need to put on this dress and wear a blindfold before he comes to take you."

"And after that, can I go see my mother?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Once you satisfy the Master, you're free to leave after you're paid."

With that, the woman left, and I sighed, sinking onto the plush bed. I cradled my head in my hands, grappling with the deal I had unknowingly entered. I should have known that meeting Vincenzo was a bad omen. He was the devil himself.

Clenching my fists, I gritted my teeth and breathed rapidly. All that mattered now was my family. I would do anything to keep them safe. Besides, the deal didn't seem that bad, right? Just one night in exchange for my mother's well-being?

Hours later, I stepped into the bathroom and quickly changed into the negligee that had been provided. The beautiful silk red nightgown was sheer enough to reveal my figure, trimmed with delicate lace and fine straps.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. I reminded myself that it was just one night, that this would all be over soon. My mother would be fine, I would be compensated, and then Vincenzo would let me go.

I slowly tied the blindfold over my eyes and sat there, waiting for him to come. Just like the devil, I soon heard the door creak open, and my breath caught in my throat. I gulped sharply, my heart racing and hands trembling as I felt his fingers graze my skin.

"Let's go to my world, Alessia," he whispered, his sultry voice sending shivers down my spine as he gently lifted me into his arms.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my heart pounding in my chest while anxiety washed over me. Why was I suddenly feeling warm from his touch?

"Come on, Sophie, snap out of it!" I reminded myself. "He is the devil. I'm only here for the benefits he has to offer, and that's it."

Moments later, he carefully set me down on my feet. His hands rested on my waist, his breath hot against my neck.

"Welcome to my world," he said, as he untied the blindfold. I flicked my eyes open, and my gaze wandered around the room. I gasped silently at the array of equipment: whips, cuffs, candles, oils, and even a picture of a woman.

I turned to him, my voice shaky. "What is this place?"

CHAPTER 3 .

SOPHIE

"My world," was the only response he gave me.

"What?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. He stared at me, licking his lips seductively. "Do you like what you see?"

I wanted to tell him that I hated every bit of what I was seeing in this room. What were all these cuffs, whips, and other strange objects I had never encountered before? Expressing my feelings seemed pointless at this moment.

He loosened his shorts, letting them drop to the floor and revealing his naked body. I quickly turned away, shielding my eyes from the sight.

"Why?" I heard him say. "It's all yours tonight. You can touch, eat, lick, or gawk on it if you want."

His voice was husky and convincing.

"You're in my personal space," he said, stepping closer. This jerk was stark naked, and I couldn't help but steal a glance.

"Go away," I said, covering my breasts with one arm, as if that would stop him. The hunger and lust in his eyes stirred something inside me-something I couldn't quite explain.

"Do you like what you see?" Vincenzo smirked, having noticed my glance.

"No!" I took a few steps backward, but he matched my movements almost immediately. "You're lying; it's written all over your face, Alessia."

My brows furrowed, but I didn't question the name he used.

"Kneel!" he commanded, but I stood there, uncertain about what he meant.

He smiled. "I see you've never done anything like this before."

He approached the door, and my eyebrows shot up in disbelief. What was he thinking, going out naked?

" ONE!" he shouted. In the next moment, the door creaked open, and a woman who looked to be around my age walked in.

She licked her lips as she strutted toward him, wearing the same negligee as I was. I couldn't help but wonder if that was what turned him on. I watched as she approached him.

"Yes, Master?" she said.

"Kneel!" he commanded, and she dropped to her knees, her face lighting up with excitement as she gazed at his erect cock. She seemed genuinely thrilled to be his obedient plaything.

"Stand!" he ordered, and she sprang to her feet.

"At your command, Master."

Vincenzo's lips curled into a deep smile as his gaze shifted to me.

"I have a guest today, and I need her to learn. Learn as quickly as possible. Can you help with that?"

The woman smirked, "At your command, Master!"

He took a few steps closer to me. "Sit in that chair," he pointed, and without hesitation, I complied, as if under some spell.

"Now, make sure you watch attentively and learn every detail. If you miss even one move, I will have to punish you."

I shook my head, a cold chill running down my spine.

"Yes, Master," he corrected me. "That's what you say to me when I give you instructions."

I nodded, stammering softly, "Yes, Master..."

"Good!" he hummed, his face stretching into a wide grin as he returned to his plaything.

With bold confidence, she reached for his cock, wrapping her hand around him while offering her lips for a kiss. He obliged, taking her mouth with a fierceness that left her breathless. I felt my arousal from where I sat.

"Please punish me, Master," she begged, her voice trembling.

I stared in disbelief. Why was she begging to be punished?

She slowly sank to her knees on the carpeted floor, shifting back to find a comfortable position that would give her the access she craved.

He exhaled sharply. "You really want me to punish you, huh?"

"Yes, Master..." she managed to say, her mouth already working its magic on him.

He caressed her cheeks and commanded, "Lick it!"

"Yes, Master..." she replied, her tongue fluttering across the underside, sending shivers of delight through him. His expressions said it all.

As I watched them, disgust began to creep in. Why did she keep referring to him as "Master"?

"Good!" I exclaimed, a mix of pleasure and agony lacing my voice. "Keep sucking it just like that-hard and deep!"

She squirmed, clearly turned on by his pleasure.

Moments later, he pulled out of her mouth. She rose, flashing me a smile.

Settling onto the plush bed in the middle of the room, she gazed at me as she slowly removed her panties, letting them fall to the side in a seductive, dramatic manner.

My eyes glazed over her as he approached, his gaze burning with intensity.

He cracked the single-tail whip, the sound echoing through the room, and I gasped silently, wondering what he intended to do with it.

Her lips curled into a smile as she looked at him. "Please, Master... punish me," she begged.

I stared in disbelief as the whip kissed her skin, leaving a trail of heat and a red mark.

A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I yelped as if I were the one being struck.

He paused, his eyes shifting to me before continuing.

He landed another hot stroke on her thighs, and she yelped this time, caught between pain and pleasure.

"Thank you, Master," her voice cracked.

Vincenzo's lips curved into a satisfying smirk as he whispered in a low, husky voice, "Spread those thighs. The first strokes are always the sweetest."

I watched as her eyes closed, the whip dancing across her skin once more, eliciting a gasp.

A sharp, stabbing sensation pierced my own skin as I observed him whip the girl.

"Thank you, Master," she said, looking up at him with delight.

Her breathing quickened, her body arching into the sensation. His strokes grew bolder and faster, the whip's cracks sharper, intensifying as his own arousal mounted.

Her moans filled the air, her body trembling with each strike, her gaze fixed on him, burning with desire.

Finally, he dropped the whip and pulled her closer, his hands tracing over her naked skin.

"Master, I-" she began, but he silenced her.

"Shhh." He traced his thumb delicately over her bottom lip. "I set the rules here."

"You do, Master. I'm sorry," she whispered.

He walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a small, rounded object with a jiggling chain attached. He swung it in the air, and I recognized it as a Kegel ball-I had used one years ago for decorations for Leo's Valentine gift.

As he approached her with it, I wondered what purpose it would serve.

His lips curled into a deep smile as the device dangled in his hand. I couldn't help but be curious about his plans.

Leaning down slowly, his eyes fixed on hers, he asked, "You want the punishment, right?"

"Yes, Master. Punish me, please," she pleaded, and I questioned if she was under some kind of spell.

He crouched down and inserted the Kegel ball into her. She pulled at her restraints, beginning to groan loudly in response to his carnal assault, and I instinctively looked away.

There was a pause, and suddenly she stopped moaning. At that moment, I felt a hand grab my chin. "Watch! Don't you dare look away!" he snarled as he returned to his plaything.

The next moment, he sharply trussed her up in soft leather cuffs, each elbow bound to each knee, while my head bobbed down, weaving between her legs.

I winced, displaying a visible expression of pain when it wasn't even me being chained up that way.

He crouched low, and his masterful tongue positioned the ball just right in the middle of her clitoris, and I gulped. She cried out in pleasure as he stood up and walked to the corner of the room.

He retrieved the spreader bar, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

What was he using that for? Last time I checked, it was used only during yoga exercises.

It looked like he wanted her to keep her legs apart.

Taking each of her legs, he secured them to the spreader bar, and my hands flew to my mouth to stifle a shout.

She was suffering and could barely turn or have control over her body.

She instinctively wanted to straighten her legs as my tongue began to swirl and curl around her sensitive center, but she couldn't.

She straightened her legs again, letting out sharp moans, but her struggle was in vain, and I just sat there, my whole body tensing up in fear. I shivered involuntarily as I watched her struggle.

"Don't cum until I say so," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

"Y-Yes, M-M-Master," she stammered.

Suddenly, my instincts kicked in. I jerked up from the chair I was sitting in and lunged for him. Once he heard my racing footsteps, he stood up just in time, and I swung my hand, landing a slap across his cheek.

"You narcissist! Stop this! Just stop!" I shouted, tears pricking at my eyes. "Don't you see that she is in pain?"