Ch. 11..15: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Chapter 11-15

Chapter 11: His Rules

Hayden had arrived and is sitting very close to me opposite the dinner table. This is the closest that we’ve gotten since we met at the church at what was supposed to be our wedding. Although, it failed miserably at my relief.

Well, at least, he isn’t dead drunk this time, I thought as I looked at the man sitting opposite to me.

Now that I had a chance to see him up close, I had to admit that Hayden is extremely handsome and attractive. Light blond hair, flawless skin, bright blue eyes, and a very handsome face with a straight nose. He looks like an angel, a prince, a Greek god, and everything else along those lines.

As I have observed before at the church, Hayden was very tall, and I barely reached his shoulders even in those ultra-high heels I was forced to wear at our failure of a wedding. I wasn’t surprised that he had a girlfriend or at least a lover…or two…or more…?

I was also sure that someone as dazzlingly attractive and charismatic as him would not be interested in a girl like me. I wouldn’t say that I was a plain jane, but I wasn’t exactly supermodel material either. I bet Hayden only dates supermodels and superstars based on his wealth, social status, and his looks.

I hated to admit it, but it actually works in my favor…

Despite his handsome and attractive face, I found that there was nothing about Hayden’s character that resembled his face. The aura he had been emanating since he stepped into the room was purely dark and suffocatingly intimidating.

The silence is choking me, and this tension is unbearable. What should I do? Should I start a conversation first? Or should I just start eating? Would that be rude?

Sigh…why am I overthinking everything right now?

"Umm…I’m Malissa Maxford. It’s…nice to meet you," I said as I tried to smile a little. I couldn’t see what my face looked like at that moment, but I was sure that the smiling part failed.

"I already know your name and I know that you don’t truly think that it’s nice to meet me. I could say the same thing…" Hayden replied flatly.

"I guess you’re right. I already know your name too, so I guess, I’ll just start eating," I said, equally flatly.

To my surprise, Hayden continued with the conversation that I had started.

"I heard that you’re here because you owe my old man five hundred million dollars. Thirty days of your company is worth that much? You’re pretty expensive…what’s your ’professional name’, I want to look you up," Hayden asked as he continued staring at my face.

"I…don’t do that type of work…" I replied.

"Of course, you don’t. You don’t look the part," Hayden said as he flicked his eyes from the top of my head down to my waist which was all that was visible to him since I was seated.

"What?" I said without hiding my annoyance.

"Your face is plain, and your figure is so-so. I wouldn’t buy you, let alone for five hundred million bucks and to be honest, I’m surprised that my old man has such low standards," Hayden stated as if he was merely appraising a product on sale.

"For your information, I don’t want to be here either," I snapped.

"Good. I don’t need another gold digger on my hands, especially one that doesn’t have the looks. So, listen carefully to what I’m going to say," Hayden said as he placed his hands under his chin and looked straight at me.

"…I’m listening," I said firmly.

"Just to make this clear between us, after 30 days, we’re both going to tell my old man to end this crazy deal. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to leave and debt-free just like that," he said quite clearly.

"Agreed. Great! Music to my ears!" I replied in joy, speaking much louder than I had intended.

"While we’re stuck living here together, I have a few rules…" Hayden continued, ignoring my loud outburst.

"Ok…" I replied, softly this time.

"Rule number one, you must never…ever…enter my bedroom," Hayden stated, his blue eyes still on me.

"Sure…" I agreed without needing to think. I mean, why would I even think of entering his bedroom?

"Rule number two, you will not touch me without my permission," he continued.

"Ok…of course," I agreed readily. Why would I want to…touch him?

"Rule number three, you won’t speak to me unless you’re spoken to," he said, as he stared deep into my eyes to ensure that I understood his every word.

"What about when we’re sorting out whether I’m doing something for you or you’re asking me for a favor thing?" I asked, curious. I didn’t think I would want to start a conversation with him, but it could be necessary and unavoidable sometimes.

"…we can talk then, I guess…" Hayden replied after a few seconds of thought.

"Ok…then…anything else?" I asked.

"Final rule. Rule number four, you will do everything that I ask you to no matter what, no matter when and no matter where you are," Hayden stated slowly and clearly.

…no matter what, no matter when and no matter where…isn’t that crazy?

"I think the fourth rule is a little…bit much?" I asked, stating my opinion.

"I never asked for your opinion. You just broke rule number three," Hayden stated curtly.

Shit. Is he being serious right now? How much of a tyrant can this man be?

If I replied back, would I be violating rule number three again? So, what should I do? Hold my tongue…?

"I never asked you to agree to the rules. I was merely stating the rules. Oh…I never mentioned the punishment for breaking the rules now, did I?" Hayden said and I swear that I could see his eyes sparkling with evil.

"No…you didn’t," I mumbled as I stared back at him.

"Usually in our mafia world, we punish people by cutting off a part of their body or removing an organ. Perhaps, you’ve seen something along those lines in the movies? It’s not very different really…" Hayden said casually.

"You’ve got to be kidding me…" I muttered.

"I wish I was. But I’m a gentleman, you see, and hurting women isn’t really my thing so I’ll adapt the punishment a little for your sake…and for mine as well," Hayden said as a smile curved his lips sadistically.

This was probably the first time that I had seen him smile and it was not a pleasant one.

"What do you…mean?" I asked in a whisper. I couldn’t predict what he had in mind at all but at least he wasn’t going to chop my body up, so I guess that was good news?

"Each time you break any of the rules, I’ll take a part of your body as my own," Hayden said, his eyes narrowing slight at me.

 

Chapter 12: Strip

"…I don’t understand," I said, confused.

"It’s simple, really. Each time you break any of the rules, I’ll claim a part of your body as mine," Hayden said with a smile.

"As yours?" I asked, still confused. If all parts of my body are still intact, how can he possibly claim a part to be his?

"Yes. The body part that I’ve chosen to claim will be mine to do with as I please, wherever and whenever I please," Hayden stated as he smiled with utmost satisfaction at his own idea.

Seeing that I still looked quite confused to this alien concept, Hayden laughed softly at me as he continued to watch me from the opposite side of the table.

"Stand up…and strip," Hayden commanded, his eyes never leaving my face.

"Excuse me?" I replied in shock. What did he just…say?

"Stand up and take off your clothes. Please don’t make me repeat myself or you’re about to break another rule, Malissa," Hayden warned sternly.

"I…Why are you doing this?" I asked breathless. I wasn’t sure if I imagined it, but his blue eyes seemed several shades darker as he stared at me like an animal eyeing its prey.

"If I don’t get to see your body, how am I supposed to choose which part that I would like to claim first?" Hayden asked, acting all innocent as he shrugged his shoulders.

I hated how he was speaking like there certainly would be a second…or a third time.

My body froze in place as I hesitated. How can I possibly just strip in front of him and right here in the middle of the dining room? This is beyond insane…but what can I do.

"You have ten seconds to stand up and start stripping. If you don’t, I’ll call some men in to help you get on with it," Hayden said emotionlessly.

"No…" I whispered.

"Ten…nine…eight…" Hayden began counting down from ten.

"Hayden! This is crazy…" I protested.

"Seven…six…five…four…three…two…one…men!" Hayden continued his countdown.

I looked into his eyes and could see that he was dead serious about this.

"No! I’ll…do it," I cried out desperately.

It was bad enough that I had to strip in front of Hayden. I didn’t need his men seeing me naked as well.

At the sound of Hayden barking into a small communication device on his collar, a few men dressed completely in black quickly rushed into the penthouse. I watched the men as my eyes opened wide and my mouth hung open in shock.

Hayden was serious. He actually called in his men to strip me…

"No need anymore. Just leave…" Hayden said to his men dismissively, while his eyes were still glued to me.

Hayden leaned further forward across the table and peered into my face with an alluring smile. In other situations, I would have thought that the smile on his face was out-of-this-world bewitching, but I was finding it hard to admire him in this situation.

"What are you waiting for? Stand up…and strip, Malissa," Hayden commanded as he smiled at me.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I stood up stiffly and I could feel his hungry eyes on me as if he could burn my clothes right off my body. I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to calm myself down. I’m not a virgin…and men have seen me naked before. Ok…not that many, but still…so this isn’t exactly a big deal or anything.

When I opened my eyes again, I was determined. No matter what he does to me or put me through, I’m going to survive these 30 days and I will return with my grandmother to our normal lives once again. I must survive this!

I won’t allow him to break me…

Slowly, I brought my hands up to the first button of my shirt. I realized that my hands were shaking slightly but after a few deep breaths, I was able to stop them completely from shaking. I felt his eyes on me, watching my every movement and I stared back into his beautiful blue eyes as my fingers moved to unbutton the first button.

Once the first button came undone, I proceeded to the second button. Then the third…fourth…until all buttons were unbuttoned. Slowly but with firm hands, I spread the fabric of the shirt covering the upper part of my body aside, revealing my light pink lace bra and my upper body to his gaze.

I saw the corners of his mouth arch upwards as he enjoyed my apparent discomfort and embarrassment at stripping myself in front of him. However, he did not say a word as he continued to watch me silently. The room was so silent that all I could hear was my own breathing, the sound of my heart beating loudly, and the sound of the ticking clock.

I moved my hands down and unbuttoned the button of my jeans before unzipping the zipper. I pulled my jeans down my hips and legs and then off in one swift motion. I now stood in only my bra and matching panties, and I could feel the slightly cold air on my naked skin.

Now the real challenge starts…

"Don’t start hesitating now after you’ve come all this way…" Hayden teased.

I hated his guts…and every part of him.

I glared at him as I swiftly unhooked my bra and ripped it off my body. I stood with my naked chest heaving up and down as I threw my bra to the floor. My upper body was now completely naked, my breasts fully exposed to his greedy gaze.

I felt his eyes on my womanly flesh as he stared at my breasts openly. I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear as I thought that it would be better to just get this whole thing over with as soon as possible. After drawing in one deep comforting breath, I pulled down my panties, sliding it down my legs to my ankles before stepping out and kicking it to the side.

I was now standing completely naked in front of Hayden.

I felt his gaze burn my hot skin all over as his eyes rove over my naked body from top to toe and then up again.

 

Chapter 13: Claimed by Him

**Clap Clap Clap**

"That was quite a cute little show…now…try your best to stay very still," Hayden said as he clapped his hand with pleasure.

Lazily, Hayden slowly stood up from his seat and came to stand directly in front of me. He’s so close…we’re not even an arm’s length away from each other. I felt my body freeze as his blue eyes locked with mine. For the life of me, no matter how I struggled internally, I couldn’t look away from his captivating eyes.

I held my breath and for a moment, I forgot to breath entirely. I didn’t know what he wanted from me.

"Ah…" I let out a slight sound and quickly bit my lower lip to silence myself.

Hayden had reached out a hand and touched my right shoulder with the back of his hand before running his fingertips slowly and softly down my right arm.

"What are you…doing?" I asked stunned.

"Inspecting your body, what else?" Hayden replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The line his fingertips had traced down my arm felt hot and started to throb slightly. With a satisfied smile on his face, Hayden lifted my right arm up by my wrist until my right hand was right in front of his face. With his other hand, he began tracing his fingertips in circular motions on the palm of my right hand. Then he caressed each of my fingers slowly and patiently.

His touch was as soft as a feather. As his fingertips lightly graze the skin of my naked body, I felt a moan threatening to escape from my lips. I closed my eyes tightly as I desperately tried to hold in my voice. It felt like the tip of feathers were delicately stroking my skin and I felt goosebumps start to form where his fingers were tracing.

He repeated the same process with my left arm and hand and as his caresses continued to invade my body, I found it increasingly difficult to keep myself from moaning from his touches. However, Hayden didn’t seem affected by any of this or the fact that I was standing stark naked in front of him. He continued to inspect my body like I was just a merchandise that needed appraising.

When he finally let go of my left hand, I let out a soft sigh of relief. However, my relief was short-lived as his exploring hand traced the side of my right cheek, slowly moving downwards, travelling along the side of my neck…and then down even further…

"Please…stop…" I said, my voice coming out as a whimper.

His fingertips were tracing around my collarbone before they made their way southwards…

"Your body’s trembling…and you’re breathing faster" Hayden said as he smiled wickedly at me.

"Please…" I pleaded softly as his fingers caressed the soft and sensitive flesh in between my breasts.

"Is it starting to feel good?" Hayden asked seductively.

"Hayden…Ahh…" I cried out his name before a soft moan escaped from my lips.

Hayden’s fingers had moved to the side and began tracing my left breast in slow circular motions. I looked down to see his long and thick fingers caressing my sensitive skin causing my nipples to harden at his stimulation.

"Look, your nipples are hard. Your breasts are not big but they’re cute and your nipples are a pretty pink color…" Hayden said as he focused his attention on my breasts.

"Don’t say…that…" I said while biting on my lower lip.

"Why? Does my words turn you on?" Hayden asked, a she watched me with amusement in his eyes.

"No…" I managed to deny.

Suddenly, his fingertips left my breast as his eyes sought for his next destination. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from moaning out loud when his fingertips started tracing along my right thigh. From my knee, his fingertips slowly started inching upwards. I couldn’t stop my body from trembling at his soft yet seductive touch.

His blue eyes watched my every reaction closely as his fingers moved inwards to touch the soft flesh of my inner thigh before continuing it’s slow and torturous journey upwards. The higher his fingertips slid up my inner thigh, the closer it got to the quivering heat in between my legs.

"Do you want me to touch you there?" Hayden asked suggestively.

"No!" I cried out in denial.

My panic reaction only made Hayden laugh softly as he shook his head at my stubbornness. The heat in my lower abdomen was unbearable. It ached and throbbed. I was embarrassed at how much I knew my body was reacting to his caresses and I wished that I could just disintegrate into thin air.

His fingertips repeated the torturous journey up my inner thigh along my left thigh. It was all I could do keep myself from making whimpering sound as his fingers inched so close to the heat in between my legs.

"Why don’t you want me to touch you there?" Hayden asked mercilessly.

"Because…" I began before trailing off. I want to kill him...

Instead, I just bit my lip as I turned my head to the side. I didn’t want him to see the embarrassed look on my face.

"Could it be…that you’re wet?" Hayden asked as he smiled wickedly at me.

My eyes widened in shock. How dirty and barbaric could this man get?

Hayden laughed loudly, his beautiful voice ringing through the penthouse. His laugh was delightful, showing how much he was enjoying himself at my expense.

"One day soon I’ll claim all parts of your little body; however, for today, I’ll be satisfied with just this…" Hayden said with a seductive smile as he kissed the back of my left hand.

The body part that he wants…is my left hand? That’s it?

I sighed and closed my eyes in relief. I didn’t think he would let me off the hook this easily.

"Now…let me play with my newly acquired property," Hayden whispered as he eyed my left hand.

"Hayden…" I whispered his name in shock.

Instead of just kissing my hand, Hayden had inserted my little finger into his hot and wet mouth. I heard myself moan softly as Hayden started flicking his tongue gently along my pinky before sucking on it. The inside of his mouth was warm and his tongue rubbing against the skin of my finger felt oddly pleasurable.

I heard myself moaning once more despite myself when Hayden started sucking harder on my little finger. I never knew that my hand and fingers were this sensitive.

 

Chapter 14: Finding Inspiration

"Do you like it?" Hayden asked when he released my finger from his mouth.

He didn’t wait for me to reply before taking my ring finger into his mouth. He licked it, sucked on it, and twirled his tongue around it until my body trembled. The warmth and wetness of his mouth around my finger felt…so good.

By the time he had completed sucking and licking on all the fingers on my left hand, I was panting hard and out of breath. I could barely stand. I never thought that I could feel this turned on just from my left hand being kissed and licked. The pleasure he stirred within me from his playful kisses and sucking was unbelievably amazing.

"You have 29 days left. Good luck keeping the rest of your body to yourself, Malissa," Hayden teased as he let go on my now completely wet hand.

As soon as he was done, I scooped up my clothes from the floor and used it to cover my body as fast as I could before running towards my bedroom. I heard him chuckling softly behind me as his eyes burned holes in my back. I felt frustrated at what had happened. I was ashamed of myself and shocked at my own reaction towards his advances.

When I arrived at my bedroom, I quickly went inside and slammed the door close behind me before locking it. Now that I was alone, all my false bravery melted as I crumbled to the ground. I sat down on the floor with my back leaning against the closed door as I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself.

I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. All I could do was sit there as flashes of what happened between Hayden and I replayed itself in my head. My body still trembled and felt hot all over from the place that he had caressed.

Slowly, I spread open my legs before dipping my hand in between them to touch the opening of my pussy. It was wet. I was flooded down there with my own love juices. I closed my eyes and banged my head back on the door.

How could I get this wet from his dirty touches?

My eyes opened wide as a sudden realization hit me…

Why did he get me to strip naked if all he wanted to claim was just my left hand?

He’s such a bastard…

In the end, I realized that Hayden didn’t touch my body with anything else besides his fingertips except for my left hand which he had "claimed".

…

Today is my second day living under the same roof as Hayden, which meant that I had another 28 days left.

I woke up early with the intention to get a move on with my life. Even though I was physically sort of stuck here with Hayden, that didn’t mean that I could not move on with my life. I had a lot of work to do for university including a few art projects.

In my final year of university, most of the work was course work and projects that needed to be handed in or displayed in the university’s art gallery.

The saddest part was that with all that had been going on with my parent’s newly discovered debt, the mafia attacking and kidnapping me, the failure of a wedding between Hayden and me, my grandmother being hospitalized…oh and so many other things, I haven’t even decided on the subject or theme of my project yet.

I had a couple of projects but a painting that was due for a coursework would have to come first due to the deadline.

So…what should I paint? Where could I get decent inspiration?

I sat crossed legged on the soft bed as I thought hard about this. The bedroom was big; bigger than the house I used to live in with grandma but looking around didn’t give me any inspiration at all. Perhaps, I should go out to seek for some inspiration…

I picked up a sketchbook and some pencils before heading for the exit. The moment I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of three men in black waiting for me outside the door. Great.

"Where do you want to go, Miss Malissa?" one of them said, he was probably the leader of this team.

"I…want to go to the park or somewhere where I can get inspiration for my art project," I said as I waved the blank sketchbook at the man.

"I see. We’ll accompany you," the man said firmly.

Accompany me. More like make sure that I don’t escape. Whatever…

"Great. You’ll drive me?" I asked, a free ride in life might exist after all.

"Of course. Please follow me this way," the man said as he gestured for me to follow him.

…

Now that I was at the park, I wasn’t sure what I came here for exactly. I mean, yes, I’m here to search for inspiration for my project but I wasn’t sure what exactly I was expecting to find here. The weather was decently nice. It wasn’t too cold, and it was nice and windy. There were many people walking around the park. Mothers and their children.

Couples on a date. Owners with their dogs.

I sat on a wooden bench as I watched the people pass me by. No one would dare approach me, I thought, as I turned around to see the three men in black standing intimidatingly behind me. Why couldn’t they just wear normal clothes?

Ignoring their presence, I took out my sketchbook and began sketching whatever I saw in the park. A dog. A couple of children playing together. An old man holding his wife’s hand. Trees. Lastly, I sketched three roses.

Flowers wouldn’t be the subject for my painting for sure, but it wasn’t a crime to sketch something for the pure joy of it.

I didn’t find anything inspirational now but who knows, perhaps these sketches would come to inspire me later on. I was too absorbed in my sketching that I didn’t realize my mobile phone ringing in my bag. It wasn’t often that someone would call me anyways. Plus, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

 

Chapter 15: Late Night Disturbance

It was challenging but I knew that I had to keep in contact with the people in my life so that things could return to normal once I could go back to my usual life. I should probably start replying to my friend’s texts. My friends from university have been messaging in our group chat about meeting up for dinner some time soon. I’ve seen their messages but have yet to reply.

"That’s it for today. Let’s go back," I said as I closed my sketchbook.

I still don’t have a definite idea for my painting, but I wouldn’t call this visit to the park a complete failure. Watching the happy people strolling by gave me a glimpse of hope. Things will get better, I just knew it.

…

When I got back to the penthouse, Hayden wasn’t back yet, to my relief. I didn’t want to run into him. To be honest, I didn’t know how to face him, and I suspected that he would bring me nothing but trouble. Auntie was there with a table full of dinner. There was so much food that I felt guilty for the starving people of the world.

"Hayden isn’t coming back for dinner, is he?" I asked.

"Oh…I’m not sure…but if you call him, I’m sure he would do his best to be back," Auntie replied with a weak smile.

I was certain that she was getting this all wrong. I didn’t ask about Hayden because I wanted to have dinner with him. I asked because I didn’t want to have dinner with him. So, if he was coming back, I would rather skip on dinner and go to my room.

Well, I guess he won’t be back. So, I’ll eat this dinner peacefully and thankfully by myself.

"Call him? I don’t even have his number. Oh, and I don’t want it. It’s a…pleasant thing that he won’t be back for dinner. So please, don’t worry," I replied with a smile of my own.

I began eating the delicious food as Auntie looked on and sighed loudly. I heard her mumble something under her breath that I couldn’t make out before leaving me alone. By the time I had finished eating, Hayden was not yet home. Despite the delicious food, I felt like I didn’t quite have an appetite and didn’t end up eating much of anything.

When I got up from my seat at the dining table, I realized that I had not fulfilled my part of the bargain for today. I haven’t done anything for Hayden and obviously since I haven’t seen or spoken to him, he had not made any requests either. I plucked out my mouth as I thought what I could do or give him.

When my wandering eye settled on the sketch book lying on the dining table, I had an idea. Reaching for the sketchbook, I flipped through the pages until I found the one that I had been looking for. Without hesitation, I slowly tore out the page and placed it on the table. Since, I won’t be needing this for my project anyways…

This is for you…Hayden.

I headed directly for my bedroom and took a shower before I started going through a bunch of chats that I haven’t replied to. My friends were surprised that I had disappeared on them although it hasn’t been that many days at all.

After a short discussion in the chat group, we finally settled on a date for our group dinner. I guess I can make it even if it means that those three men in black would be following me there. I had not received news that I couldn’t go out or meet people so I had assumed that I could. I would be a prisoner if I wasn’t allowed to go out or meet anyone.

After working a little more on my sketchbook, it was getting late in the night and since I didn’t have anything better to do, I decided to go to bed early.

…

It’s so loud outside…

I didn’t know what time it was, but it was definitely very late at night that I woke up to the sound of loud noises. It sounded like a group of people had entered the penthouse and there was a lot of loud screaming and chatting.

I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out that it was Hayden and his friends. Girl friends, judging from the high pitch voices that I could hear outside. Why can’t they keep it down?

I felt sleepy and this turn of events was not improving my already-grumpy mood. I just wanted to go back to sleep for heaven’s sake. Just as I thought things couldn’t get worst, loud music blared through the entire penthouse. Party music boomed everywhere with heavy bass and everything else that came with it.

Suddenly, the quiet penthouse was transformed into a dance floor to my dismay. How am I supposed to go back to sleep like this? I turned to lie face down on my stomach before covering my head with my pillow to keep the sound out. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out so well. The noises from outside were just too loud.

How long will they be at it? Why did he have to bring people here? Why can’t he just party outside or even better yet, sleep somewhere else?

No matter how much I tossed and turned in bed, I couldn’t catch a wink of sleep. I sat up in bed and threw my blanket away. Since I can’t go to sleep anyways, I might as well find something to do. I decided to start reading a book to kill the time until those party people either stopped partying or fell asleep.

After a while, I felt hungry. Now of all times I had to feel hungry. I guess this was the result of not eating enough at dinner. Since I can’t go to sleep anyways, maybe I should just tiptoe to the kitchen to fetch something to eat. I was sure that they were in Hayden’s room so I could avoid them with no problem.

I was right. The party people were in Hayden’s room which meant that I could tiptoe off the kitchen to find some food without a hitch. I opened the fridge and decided some yoghurt with fruit. I was on my way back from the kitchen to my bedroom when the door to Hayden’s room suddenly opened.

Great. Now of all times…