The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

POV Nathan

I watched every movement of Sophia as she settled on the sofa, the tension in her shoulders visible. Every breath she took seemed like a sigh of resistance, and it fueled me. She was giving in, slowly, but I wanted more. I wanted her to give me everything. I wanted her to see that there was no space for doubt or resistance when it came to the two of us.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

The way she looked at me, as if silently challenging me, was almost irresistible. It was her inner struggle that excited me the most. She wanted to give in, I could see it, but there was something inside her trying to fight against that impulse. And that was the game I loved.

I approached her, the sound of my steps like a warning, and I saw her swallow hard, her eyes blinking slightly. Her fragility, so well disguised, was gradually being revealed. Every gesture, every word, was a promise that, sooner or later, she "would give in completely.

"You don't need to be afraid, Sophia," I said, my voice soft, almost a whisper. "I'm here to guide you. To show you what you're truly capable of when you let go of the fear."

She didn't respond immediately, but I could see the inner conflict reflected in her eyes. I knew she was scared. But fear was just an emotion. What mattered was what she would do with it. What mattered was how she would respond to the pressure I was placing on her.

"Look at me," I said, and she finally did, her eyes locked on mine. I wanted her to see the control I had over the situation. I wanted her to understand that, from this moment on, there was no room for hesitation.

"Your surrender isn't just about the body, Sophia," I continued, watching her uneven breathing. "It's about the mind, about how you let your consciousness bend before me. I want to see you truly give in. Completely."

She didn't answer right away. But the way her shoulders relaxed, the way her breathing calmed, told me everything I needed to know. She was starting to understand what was really expected of her.

When she finally looked at me again, the fear was still there, but something else had emerged. A silent acceptance. She knew what was going on in her mind, and now she was accepting that there was no turning back.

I crouched down in front of her, so close I could feel her energy, so delicate and yet full of tension. "Now," I said, my voice full of authority, "show me what you're capable of when you give in completely."

The silence was absolute. I could see Sophia's emotions passing by quickly, a mix of fear, desire, and something else—something she wasn't ready to admit. She wanted to resist, I knew, but the way she looked at me, the way her body moved slightly, told me that she knew the only thing left to do was give in.

She took a step forward, her body slightly bent toward me, and at that moment I knew I was on the right path. She was starting to understand the game, and I was ready to take her to the next level. I had control. And now she knew it.