Mafia’s possession

He slightly pushed me onto the bed, and my heart raced even harder as he hovered above me.
He had been expecting me to try to hold or touch him like all the other girls did, but none of that was happening with me. I even looked like was about to cry, and it was surprisingly turning him on.
I gasped when he pinned me down; I couldn't move an inch. He touched me down there, and I instantly clasped my legs, making him frown. He had managed to touch me down there, and it was so small he doubted air had ever entered it.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked, making my throat run dry.
His metallic gray eyes pierced into hers, and Jacqueline felt like he was luring her into his dark abyss. She took nervous steps backward, but she didn't know that he loved the chase and derived pleasure from watching her run.She knew she couldn't run nor hide from him, but there was no other option.
He easily cornered her against the wall, trapping her there. One of his hands snaked around her tiny waist, and the other caged her between himself and the wall.
"Tell me what you want, Jacqueline," he said, his hot breath fanning her neck. The moonlight cast a shadow on him, making him look like the devil he was.
"What I want is to drag you to hell where people like you belong," she seethed.
He let out a raw, deep chuckle that had her insides twisting."And you think you'll leave hell after dragging me there? Interesting,"
Alexander chuckled. "I'll make sure you won't get out of there. I'll make sure you have nowhere else to run but my arms. My name will be the only thing you can pronounce because it will be the only thing you think about, and when that happens, you'll be completely mine, Jacqueline," he said sinisterly.
Trapped between love and war, Jacqueline must sail through if she intends to protect the people she loves.