Owned By The Mafia Alpha

Five.|| Welcome To Hell.

Amelia’s POV

His breath brushed my face as he pulled away from me and an involuntary moan escaped my parted lips. I watched as Castriel smirked and I mentally slapped myself.

This stupid mate bond is going to be the death of me.

The attraction I felt towards him was undeniable and indescribable. I wanted to reject him but I have no idea why I couldn’t bring myself to.

I don’t even have my wolf yet, why does he smell so delicious? Why does his touch keep making me yearn for more? And why in the world is he still standing this close to me?

My eyes closed and I moved my head to the side so that I wouldn’t be staring at him if I decided to open my eyes but he placed two fingers under my chin and moved my head back in the direction I’d moved it away from.

My eyes opened slowly and I was staring into his grey eyes, they had no reflection and they made my p***y purr. My throat went dry at once as I tried to think of something to say or do.

I dared him to kill me already, he’s a murderer so why hasn’t he done it yet?

“You can feel it too, right?” He asked, his voice sending jolts of desire rushing down my spine and making my heart race.

It was taking all that I had in me to not collapse, my knees felt weak and my legs threatened to be unable to hold me any longer.

“I know you can,” he continued as he got awfully closer, his fingers moving from my chin and trailing a line down my neck before stopping on my cleavage.

“And you can’t reject me, can you?” He went on after a while, yanking my flimsy dress off and making me stand in front of him with my boobs hanging out.

I hated it. Do I really hate it? Groaning internally, lots of thoughts raced through my mind and I had no idea what to think because no matter how hard I tried, the pull I felt towards him was so strong that I can’t even ignore it.

“You don’t have your wolf yet so rejecting an Alpha like me will kill you.” He drew in a sharp breath and I did too but I held mine in and didn’t exhale.

“I’d love to see you try.” He finished as his palm rested on my waist. I shuddered at his touch and tried to get away but he was too strong for me.

That was probably an excuse because now that I think about it, I haven’t moved nor have I tried to fight him back.

Whimpering, I lowered my head as I felt Castriel’s hand reach back up and grope my t**s this time, making me jump and yelp but also making me wet.

“I’m not going to lie, I actually enjoyed f*****g you,” he started as he caressed my boobs while I stood helplessly, I wanted him. I wanted what happened last night to repeat itself.

Why do I want him this bad? I want him so much it hurts because I hate him and he hates me too so why?

“And you’d pass for a great slut, won’t you?” He finished as he pinched my n*****s, causing me to yelp and swallow whatever I thought of saying.

Castriel released my boobs and I was already breathing heavily, my chest heaved and my heart raced as though it was going to jump out of my chest.

The rush I felt was something I’ve never felt before, the adrenaline, my p***y dripping and the intense pleasure when his finger brushed my bare p***y.

He had already pulled my panties down while I was still trying to catch my breath and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me what was about to happen next.

“You’re so f*****g wet.” He pointed out and I cursed internally. I hated the fact that I was already so wet for him, the fact that my p***y was a dampened mess but I couldn’t help it.

Castriel shoved a finger into me and started finger f*****g me so rapidly that I couldn’t control my breath anymore as I wiggled and panted.

He slid another finger in and he sped up and I was almost losing it, I was losing it for a man I hated.

“Just like last night, you’re already dripping for me and I’m surprised you want my c**k this much after you called me a murderer and even asked me to kill you.” He grunted as he twirled his fingers inside me and I couldn’t hold back my moan.

“I…. I don’t… I don’t w— f**k!” I gave up after trying to no avail to let him know that I didn’t want him to f**k me.

“Say it, tell me you don’t want this and I will stop,” he went on, his voice was driving me crazy as he continued his assault on my cunt with his two fingers while I moaned and groaned the whole time.

“I might be a jerk but I’m not going to f**k you agsinst your own will.” He went on, why does he have to say these things? I was going to c*m and we both knew it.

I tried really hard to hold back. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of him making me c*m, but then he slid another finger down to rub my clit while he finger f****d me and I lost all control.

“Castriel!” I had no idea when his name flew right out of my mouth as I felt my juice wet his fingers.

“Yes,” Castriel hissed as he leaned into me to nibble on my earlobe, “c*m for me, again.” He finished and my body had a mind of its own as I writhed and moaned while I came on his fingers.

His fingers made wet noises as he slid them in and out of my dripping cunt until I was done and with a wicked smirk at me, he licked the juice off his fingers.

My lips parted and the realization of what just happened dawned on me. I just let a man who had made the news for killing thousands of people touch me.

Castriel is a menace, someone I shouldn’t have ever gotten involved with but thanks to my ex-boyfriend and sister, I let him f**k me, I let him lay his filthy fingers on me and not just that, I just came to him finger f*****g me.

My eyes closed shut tightly as I thought about everything and the hatred for my foster family and ex-boyfriend grew even more.

“You don’t have to fantasize about f*****g me when all you have to do is be a good little slut for me and I’ll f**k you as much as you want.” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

My teeth gritted as I watched him pull his jacket off and covered my body with it, “I’m in no mood to kill any more of my men for gawking at you.” He said and I shivered.

“You might be a slut but you’re going to be my slut.” He finished and I could’ve sworn that I heard multiple bells ringing in my head.

My palm was itching so bad and without thinking of the possible consequences, I slapped him so hard that the sound of my palm hitting his face resonated through the room.

“I’d rather die than have you touch me—- again.” I swallowed but my voice betrayed me with the way they broke.

Castriel didn’t say anything, he only looked down and I immediately knew what he meant. Of course he’s going to use that against me.

“You don’t have to act so tough,” he laughed, “you want me but it’s sad, I’m not in the mood to f**k a slave I just bought.” He added and my jaw dropped.

“You had an orgasm, be grateful for that and maybe when I’m in a better mood, I’d use you exactly how you want to be used.” He finished.

My hatred for him grew stronger and I lifted my hand again in an attempt to slap him when I felt his palm wrap around my neck, choking me.

His grey eyes had turned fiery red and his breathing paced as his grip tightened around my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe or swallow.

“I have a strong policy against hitting or killing women but I don’t mind making you my first if you ever think of raising your hand on me again.” The words grinded out of his gritted teeth.

I choked as I moved my hand to hit his, my eyes stinging and watery as I begged him to let go of my neck but he didn’t.

He looked like he was determined to kill me and I was about to give up when I heard his roaring laughter.

“You haven’t answered my question but I don’t care about that anymore because whether you like it or not, you’re mine.”

“Mine to do whatever I want, I own you, Amelia Elsher and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He laughed hysterically and I could swear that he had a deal with the devil to see who would take me down first.

“Welcome to hell.” He finished as he finally let go of me, making me hit the ground as I coughed and struggled to catch my breath.

Not wanting to remain in the same room with him, I sprung to my feet with my vision blurry and my head spinning as I made for the door but two hefty men were already by the door, making it impossible for me to make it out.

Stopping in my tracks, I turned to see Castriel looking at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes, his arms were wrapped around his chest and the side of his lips curved as though at the edge of laughter.

“What do you want from me?!” I yelled in anger, sadness, disappointment and helplessness as I looked at him but he didn’t say anything as he walked past me.

“Take her to her room.” He ordered before disappearing into the hallway.

I should’ve known. Castriel is a devil with no intention of letting me go.