!WARNING! THIS SCENE CONTAINS R§PE, FOR THOSE THAT MAY BE DISTURBED BY THIS SCENE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

Sofia's POV:

I wasted no time. I led the unconscious Antonio to a private room, where I stripped him naked. I couldn't contain my glee as I finally laid eyes on his impressive manhood. The power he wielded as a man and as the leader of the mafia was encapsulated in the sheer size and strength of his cock.

My own desire had swelled into a voracious hunger. I spread Antonio's legs wide, straddled him, and guided his cock to my swollen, dripping entrance. I felt the head of his thick erection breach my pussy. With a low, guttural moan, I lowered myself onto him, taking in as much of his girth as I could manage. Each inch of his cock plunged into me, and I reveled in the feeling of fullness and ownership. My nails dug into his powerful chest as I began to rock back and forth, setting a primal, animalistic pace.

I couldn't resist the urge to assert my dominance, so I bent down and bit Antonio's lip, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from him. I continued to ride him, my pussy tightening and releasing around his shaft as I ground my clit against his pubic bone.

Our sweat-slicked bodies moved in a primal dance, driven by the unrelenting forces of lust and power. I reached down, pinching and twisting Antonio's nipples, heightening the sensations coursing through both our bodies.

As our carnal dance continued, I could feel the edge of my second orgasm approaching. With each thrust, my body grew more sensitive, until at last, I felt my release approaching like a tidal wave. In a final, violent motion, I drove my pussy down onto Antonio's throbbing cock, my inner muscles spasming and milking his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through me.

My climax was a crescendo of raw, primal power, and as I fell forward, spent, onto Antonio's heaving chest, I knew that I had at last claimed my prize, even if it was only for a brief moment. I reveled in the feeling of victory, basking in the afterglow of my intense climax. My mind raced with the possibilities of our future encounters, and as I gazed at the unconscious form beside me, I couldn't help but wonder if Antonio would remember the events of the night.

As I slipped away from the room, leaving Antonio to wake up to the lingering scent of our passion, I made a promise to myself that I would return to claim him again and again, until our twisted, primal bond became a permanent fixture in our lives. From that night on, the lines between desire, obsession, and control would blur, and our world would never be the same.

Isabella, he's fucking mine now.

Isabella's POV:

The sun shone bright overhead, casting golden rays across the cobblestone streets of Rome. Tourists milled about, cameras flashing and voices carrying over the din of the city. Normally, this scene would have brought me comfort—being surrounded by people, the bustle of the day-to-day life a soothing distraction. But today, nothing could shake the knot of anxiety in my stomach. My family had insisted on spending the afternoon together, a rare chance to unwind and catch up, but all I could think about was Antonio.

Antonio, with his ever-watchful eyes and unrelenting duties, was back in the heart of our dangerous world, surrounded by threats we couldn't always see coming. Even though he had his guards, and even though I knew how skilled he was at protecting himself, something felt off. My instincts had been screaming at me all day, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

I tried to focus on my family as they moved from one shop to the next, my father's voice booming as he recounted some old family story, my mother's laughter joining in. But I felt removed, as though I was only half-present, my mind elsewhere, tethered to the idea that Antonio was vulnerable in some way I couldn't yet pinpoint.

I had always worried about Antonio's safety—how could I not?

 He was at the center of a world filled with power struggles, where alliances were as fragile as glass and enemies lurked in the shadows. But today felt different. There was something gnawing at me, a tension in the air that made my pulse race and my thoughts spiral.

I pulled out my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, scrolling through my messages, looking for any sign of a missed call or text from Antonio. 

Nothing. 

A pit of unease settled deeper in my stomach, and I tried to ignore the small voice in the back of my head telling me to leave, to find him, to make sure he was okay.

"Isabella, are you even listening?" my mother asked, her voice pulling me back into the present.

I forced a smile, nodding. "Yes, sorry. I'm just a little distracted."

"Antonio again?" my father said, a knowing look in his eyes. "You worry too much, cara mia. He can handle himself."

I bit my lip, wanting to believe that was true. "I know, Papa. I just—" 

Before I could finish my sentence, my phone buzzed in my hand, startling me.

I looked down at the screen and saw a message from an unknown number. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the notification. There was no name, no indication of who had sent it—just a simple video attachment. My pulse quickened, and a cold dread washed over me.

Without thinking, I tapped the message, opening the video. The footage was grainy at first, but as it came into focus, my breath caught in my throat. The scene before me sent a jolt of disbelief and horror through my body.

It was Antonio—my Antonio—standing in a dimly lit room. His posture was tense, his face half-shrouded in shadow, but there was no mistaking him. And next to him, standing far too close, was Sofia. Her hand was on his chest, her fingers trailing down the front of his shirt in a way that made my stomach churn with disgust.

I stared at the screen, frozen in place, as the scene unfolded. Sofia leaned in, her lips brushing against Antonio's in a kiss that sent shockwaves through my entire being. At first, Antonio seemed to hesitate, pulling back slightly, but then, as if something broke inside him, he responded to her kiss. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, and my world shattered.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as they kissed, the passion between them undeniable. The air left my lungs, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I thought it might break through my ribcage. It was like watching a nightmare come to life, the betrayal cutting deeper than I ever could have imagined.

But it didn't stop there. 

The video continued, showing them moving to a nearby couch, Sofia's body pressing against his as they stripped away the barriers between them. I could barely breathe as I watched them make love, the sight too painful to bear, yet I couldn't look away. Tears blurred my vision, my chest tightening as I struggled to process what I was seeing.

This couldn't be real. It had to be some kind of trick. 

Antonio wouldn't do this. He couldn't do this.

But the evidence was right there, playing out on the small screen in my hand, and no amount of denial could erase it. The way he touched her, the way he kissed her—it was too intimate, too real. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, every second of the video slicing deeper into my heart.

I snapped the phone shut, my hand trembling as I shoved it into my pocket. My family continued on, oblivious to the storm that had just erupted inside me. I felt sick, my legs shaky beneath me as I struggled to keep my composure.

"Isabella?" My mother's voice cut through the fog in my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to respond. I needed to get out of here. I needed to breathe.

"Excuse me, I—I need a moment," I muttered, my voice breaking as I hurried away from them, not caring where I was going, only that I needed to escape. I found a secluded alley a few streets over and collapsed against the wall, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I struggled to keep it together.

The image of Antonio and Sofia burned in my mind, replaying over and over again. 

I wanted to scream, to cry, to tear something apart.

 The man that I once loved, the man I had trusted with everything, had betrayed me in the worst way imaginable.

A part of me wanted to believe there was an explanation—that the video had been doctored, that it wasn't real. But deep down, I knew that what I had seen was real. I had seen the way he looked at her, the way his hands moved over her body with a familiarity that made my blood run cold.

How could this happen? 

How could Antonio do this to me?

 I had known Sofia was close to him—she was his bodyguard, after all—but I never suspected she would cross this line, that she would betray me like this. And Antonio, the man I thought I knew better than anyone, had let it happen.

The tears came then, hot and angry, spilling down my cheeks as I let out a choked sob. I wanted to confront him, to demand answers, but I couldn't even bring myself to call him. 

What would I say? 

What could I say? 

The proof was right there, in my hands.

I sank to the ground, hugging my knees to my chest as the weight of the betrayal crushed me. My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it, unable to face whatever else it might hold. My whole world had crumbled in the span of a few minutes, and I didn't know how to pick up the pieces.

How long had this been going on? 

Had he been with Sofia this whole time, lying to me, playing me for a fool? 

The questions swirled in my mind, each one more painful than the last. I had trusted Antonio with my heart, with my soul, and now... 

now I didn't know what was real anymore.

I wiped at my tears, my breath still coming in ragged gasps. I couldn't stay here. I needed to confront Antonio, to demand the truth. My heart ached at the thought of seeing him, of looking into his eyes and knowing that he had been unfaithful. But I needed answers. I couldn't go on like this, living in uncertainty, consumed by doubt.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself to my feet, my legs shaky but determined. I would find him. I would get the truth, no matter how much it hurt. And then... 

I didn't know what would happen next. All I knew was that the life I had built with Antonio, the love we had shared, was now hanging by a thread.

As I stepped out of the alley and made my way toward the estate, my heart felt heavy, weighed down by the pain of betrayal. But beneath that pain, a flicker of anger burned. Antonio had broken my trust, and Sofia...

 Sofia had taken something that wasn't hers.

And I wouldn't let them get away with it.

What a chapter !

I want to make it clear that I find rape abhorrent and do not condone it in any form. This scene was written to shed light on the devastating impact of such violence, not to glorify or endorse it.