Married To The Cruel Mafia Boss

It's sunrise as of now, and the prospective lady of the hour was still sleeping soundly when she felt a couple of eyes watching her.

She flipped her eyes open as they held a look with that of her mom's.

"Damn it! Mother, what are you doing here? Were you genuinely watching me while I dozed?" Joanna asked, with raised temples.

"My child, your mother just wanted to watch you for some time. I can't completely accept that my child is really getting hitched today. You've become so enormous to turn into somebody's lady of the hour." Mrs. Smith smiled as she stroked her hair delicately, squinting back her tears.

Acknowledgment unfolded on Joanna that today was her alleged wedding with somebody she doesn't realize anything about aside from everything the web says to you. Isn't it irritating?

"All on account of you, Mother. So for what reason are you misbehaving?" Joanna asked with a sneer and afterward feigned exacerbation as she sat up appropriately on her bed.

"Joan, You ought to be content. I went with the ideal choice for you. You're getting hitched to a well-known and rich man in Los Angeles. Each young lady wishes they were in your position at this moment. Thus, esteem what you have while you actually can." Mrs. Smith gritted out as she stood up from her girl's bed.

"I don't esteem what can't be esteemed, Mother! How would you anticipate that I should adapt to somebody I have no affection for?" Joanna shouts as she destroys well in her eyes.

"You would figure out how to cherish him, dear. Simply stop those tears of yours and behave like the lady of the hour that you are. Crying these tears won't sit idle. Go spruce up; the cosmetics craftsmen will be here soon." Mrs. Smith said with a dislike on her face as she left her girl's room.

Joanna sobbed for certain seconds prior to dawdling to her juvenile washroom.

After an hour, Joanna stood gazing at herself in her enormous mirror screwed to the mass of her room.

The cosmetics specialists were undeniably wowed at her magnificence. She looks very gorgeous in her wedding outfit.

The wedding outfit fitted her body down to her hip region prior to streaming right down. The cosmetics all over added additional magnificence to her, which made her look so exceptional.

Mrs. Smith, who was prepared, strolled into her girl's space to get her. The second she ventured into Joanna's room, her mouth was left hanging as she ran her eyes all around her girl's body.

"My child, young lady, you are closely resembling a sovereign." Mrs. Smith maneuvered her into an embrace with looks favorably upon her face.

Joanna, who is getting hitched, has a grin all over. Every one of the things happening is, as of now, causing her to feel very suffocated, and she just couldn't hold on to end everything!

Joanna was driven out of her space to the vehicle left before her home. She jumped in, and the driver hurried off to the gathering scene.

Their marriage has been annulled as of now. This large party is being held so the world would realize Miquel Salvador is currently a hitched man.They got to the setting with her mother's vehicle behind hers.

The driver pulled the entryway open as Joanna ventured out, stunning everybody with her excellence.With the manner in which the wedding dress embraced her firmly, it felt like it was planned only for her.

It drew out every last bit of her breathtaking shape. Nobody could take their eyes off her as she ventured into the colossal and topped-off meeting room.Everyone present was either mafia or well-off finance managers.

The possibility of Joanna getting hitched to a Mafia chief caused her hair to stand on end... .

Joanna strolled straight to her mother by marriage as she maneuvered her into her arms and overwhelmed her in a warm embrace.

"I'm so delighted to have you as my little girl in regulation. You look so stunning, dear." Her mother by marriage couldn't stop coming down on her.In the wake of hello Mr Salvador and a couple of other significant people, she was accompanied by her mother by marriage to sit close to her Mafia spouse.

Joanna felt a virus shudder hurried down her veins as she sat near the cool attractive person close to her.His face was drained of feelings as he composed away on his telephone.

This was whenever she had first really been this near him.The main time she had seen his photos was on the web. It's a hopelessness that she would really get hitched to a known as the brutal man Mafia Chief.A man who doesn't reconsider harming his casualties.

"Miquel, could you express your welcome to your lady of the hour? I surmise this is the initial time the both of you are meeting one another; you ought to both manage everything well since you're both hitched now." Miguel's Mom radiated while gazing at her child.

"Did you say hi?" Miquel asked and jeered noisily."Pooh! For what reason would it be a good idea for me to express something to that effect to this b*tch?" Miquel unexpectedly asked his mom with a sneer all over.

Fortunately, the music playing didn't allow different ears to pick the words he had quite recently articulated.

"Is it safe to say that you are completely insane, Miquel? She's not a b*tch! She's your significant other! For what reason must you utilize that word on her? Is it true or not that you weren't the person who was not entirely set in stone to make her your better half? So what's happening?" Miquel's mom shouted as she felt profoundly rankled by her child's unseemly words.

Joanna tinkered with her fingers as she felt very wounded by his words, and she made a respectable attempt to disguise her aggravation.

In any case, her mother by marriage saw through her.

"You ought to realize I had my explanations behind needing to get hitched to a delicate lady like her. I'm sitting here doesn't mean I'm recognizing her as my significant other."

"I'm just here today since I expected to give the public a decent show. Else, I will not have shown my face in this appalling wedding." Miquel snarls out in all-out disdain.

"No more, shut your mouth!" Miquel's mom hollered at him prior to taking her look to Joanna, who was nearly at the pinnacle of tears.

"I'm saying 'sorry' to you for his benefit, dear. Kindly don't acknowledge anything that he says. I suppose he's not feeling great today." Miquel jeers on hearing his mom's words as he quickly rises up to welcome his Mafia family yet suddenly halts and turns around to confront Joanna.

His virulent eyes glaring into her face had nearly made her pee on herself.

"We should return home, my lady, and we wouldn't even play with the possibility of keeping me pausing!" Miquel compromised, turned around, and stomped off to his vehicle.

Joanna was stunned, her eyes practically protruding out of their attachments as she tenderly stood up and advanced out of the lobby.

As Joanna got outside the hall, She saw Miquel's Limousine in front of her. Miquel was already seated inside, not sparing her a glance.

One of his bodyguards opened her side of the car door and she reluctantly got in before the car sped off.

The tension in the car was palpable. Even though the air condition was on, Joanna was sweating so badly.

"Take off your panties!" Miquel uttered, still not sparing her a glance.

"Wh..What!" Joanna screamed out, surprised to hear him say such words to her.

Miquel scoffed and finally pinned his icy gaze on hers. "What? Is there a problem? Aren't you my bride? Don't make me repeat myself, you will regret it!" He threatened, his eyes becoming darker.

Joanna glared at him in stunned silence, the implications of Miquel's words slowly sinking in.

She could feel her eyes watered and the heat rising in her cheeks as she fumbled with the hem of her dress, trying to discreetly remove her underwear.

The silence in the car was deafening, the only sound was the low hum of the engine and the soft rustle of fabric as Joanna complied with Miquel's demand.

As she pulled the lacy garment down her legs, Joanna's heart pounded in her chest. She had no idea what the Mafia Boss was planning, but she knew it couldn't be good.

Joanna finally managed to remove her underwear, her hands trembling as she placed them on her lap, unsure of what to do with them.

Miquel smirked, his gaze shifting to the road as the car continued to speed through the city streets.

"Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a chill through Joanna's body.

After several long moments, Miquel finally spoke again.

"Give them to me," he ordered, extending a hand towards her.

Joanna hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning with shame, before reluctantly handing the panties to him.

Miquel took the panties from her, his fingers brushing against Joanna's trembling hand as he did so.

He examined them for a moment, a cruel smirk on his lips, before stuffing them into his jacket pocket.

"Those are mine now," he said, his voice coming out cold and dangerous.

"And if you try to take them back, or disobey me in any way, I will make you regret it." He threatened.

Joanna swallowed hard, her heart racing as Miquel turned back to face the road.

The car finally pulled up in front of a grandiose mansion, the gates opening automatically to allow them through.

Joanna felt a knot of dread forming in her stomach as she realized that this was her new home, or probably her prison.

Miquel climbed out of the car, his bodyguards following close behind, and Joanna forced herself to do the same, trying to ignore the humiliation and fear that was pulsing through her veins.

As she stood on the front steps, the massive double doors of the mansion opened, and she was faced with a butler who bowed to her and ushered her inside.

"Come with me!" Miquel's words abruptly shut the butler up from saying whatever he had wished to say to Joanna.

Joanna followed Miquel up the grand staircase, her heart pounding as she realized that he was probably leading her to his bedroom.

She could feel the weight of his gaze on her back, his silent command that she shouldn't look back or dare speak a word.

Finally, they reached the master suite, and Miquel pushed open the heavy oak door with a forceful shove.

Before Joanna could even take in her surroundings, Miquel grabbed her by the waist, his strong arms pinning her against the wall as his lips crushed against hers.

Joanna tried to push Miquel away, but he was too strong, his grip on her arms like iron as he continued to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive hunger.

"Mine," he growled against her lips, his breath hot on her skin.

"You are mine now, Joanna. And I will have you whenever and however I please." Miquel smirked at her, loving how fragile she was in his arms.

Joanna whimpered, her body trembling with fear, her mind reeling with shock and confusion as Miquel began to rip her wedding dress from her body.

"Should I tell you why a Mafia boss got married to a weak woman like you?" Miquel asked, his breath fanning her face.

Joanna shuddered but wished to know the reason. Thus, she nodded her head repeatedly making Miquel chuckle and the next minute, his face was deadly cold.

He suddenly held onto her cheek, not minding the fact that he was hurting her and he glared into her face.

"You are paying for your father's debts! Did your father think I'd forget my money after his death? Never! Miquel Savaldor isn't such a good man." He gritted into her face.

Joanna's eyes widened in horror as the realization of her fate dawned on her.

Miquel's words echoed in her head, her father's debt, her new life as his prisoner, his words "mine" still ringing in her ears.

Her body trembled, tears stinging her eyes as she realized the truth of her situation. She had wondered why her mother was bent on getting her Married to Miguel.

'Does it mean her mother knows about her father's debt to a Mafia boss?' Joanna thought inwardly.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Please, Miquel, I'm not my father. I didn't ask for any of this."

Miquel's face twisted into a cruel smile.

Joanna's pleas fell on deaf ears as Miquel's smile grew even more menacing.

"Your father's debt is your debt now, Joanna. And you will pay it back to me, in whatever way I see fit," he growled, his grip on her cheeks tightening.

"Now, are you going to be a good little bride, or do I have to remind you of your place?" His voice was like ice, chilling her to the bone.

Joanna whimpered, her body trembling as Miquel held her in place against the wall. She knew that she was powerless against him, his strength and his cruelty overwhelming her.

"I'll... I'll be good," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.

Miquel's smile widened, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam.

"Good girl," he purred, releasing her cheek with a quick slap.

"Now, let's make sure you know your place."

Miquel pushed Joanna away from the wall, sending her staggering backwards.

She stumbled and fell to her knees, her eyes widening in fear as he loomed over her.

"Now, take off my shoes," he ordered, his voice cold and a weird smirk on his face.

Joanna hesitated, her hands shaking as she reached for the laces of his expensive dress shoes.

She untied them slowly, her heart racing as she pulled them off one by one, setting them aside on the floor.

"Now, crawl to the bed," he said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Joanna's throat tightened, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she obediently crawled towards the bed, her hands and knees cold against the hardwood floor.

Miquel followed behind her, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.

When they reached the bed, he sat down on the edge, his eyes fixed on Joanna's trembling form. He loved how she was looking.

"Remove the rest of your clothing," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.

Joanna gently nodded, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her torn wedding dress as she removed it piece by piece.

Joanna stood before Miquel, completely naked, her body exposed and vulnerable to his gaze.

She could feel his eyes roaming over her, his hunger evident in the way his breath quickened.

"Turn around," he ordered, his voice icy and threatening. "I want to see that d*mn *ss."

Joanna hesitated, her eyes filling with tears, but she knew better than to defy him.

She turned around, her hands covering her breasts as she tried to protect her modesty.

Miquel chuckled, his hands running up and down her legs, his fingers tracing the curves of her body.

"Mm, such a perfect little body," Miquel murmured, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I can't wait to have my fill of you."

Joanna shuddered, her whole body quivering with fear and shame. She bit her lip to hold back a sob, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew that there was no escape from a cruel Mafia's grasp.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Joanna did as she was told, crawling onto the bed, her body shaking with each movement.

Miquel climbed onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her like a predator.

He ran his hands over her back, his fingers trailing down her spine and over the curve of her hips.

"Such a pretty little bride," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And now, you're all mine."

Joanna let out a shuddering sob, her body wracked with fear and despair.

Miquel chuckled, his fingers trailing lower, tracing the line of her *ss.

He leaned down, his lips pressing against Joanna's neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a dangerous caress.

"You're mine to do with as I please, Joan" he growled, his words a dark promise of the things to come. "And I'm going to enjoy every inch of you, my sweet little bride."

Joanna whimpered, her body tensing as Miquel's hands slid lower, his fingers probing between her legs.

"You're so wet for me, my little bride," Miquel murmured, his voice a mix of pleasure and amusement. "It seems your body knows what your mind doesn't want to admit. You want this, Joanna. You want me."

Joanna bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as Miquel's fingers continued to explore her.

She hated to admit it but, He was right, her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her revulsion and terror.

"Don't fight it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You belong to me now."

Miquel's fingers slid deeper, his touch igniting a fire within Joanna's body.

She let out a gasp, unable to contain her pleasure as he continued to toy with her, his fingers circling her most sensitive areas.

"That's it, my little bride," he purred, his lips trailing down her neck. "Give in to me."

Joanna's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body arching against his touch.

She knew she should fight, should try to resist, but her body was already lost to his touch, her mind consumed with desire.

Miquel's hands continued their exploration, his fingers pushing deeper, his thumb circling her cl*t.

Joanna's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm going to make you c*m for me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "And then, I'm going to take you, my little bride. I'm going to make you mine in every way."

Joanna cried out, her body arching as Miquel's fingers pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

Miquel's touch softened, his fingers slowing as Joanna's body trembled with the aftershocks of her release.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice a low whisper in her ear. "Now, it's my turn."

He pushed her onto her back, his body looming over hers as he undressed, his eyes hungry and possessive.

Joanna trembled, her eyes widening as she saw the size of Miquel's erection, the hardness of his body as he positioned himself between her legs.

Miquel's hands caressed Joanna's thighs, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice so cold and intense.

Joanna met his gaze, her eyes widened with fear.

Miquel's smile was predatory, his eyes dark with lust.

"This is the moment you become mine, Joanna. The moment you become my wife, and my slave."

He pushed his erected phallus inside her, his breath catching as he filled her completely.