AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: My Mafia Dad Brutally Takes My Virginity After I Failed My Mission

SUBTITLE: A NONCON Dad/Daughter Erotica Short Story with violence, virgin, breeding, asphyxiation.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 4700 words

I've always wanted to be part of the family business. I grew up watching my father, Juarez, the head of a drug syndicate, maneuver through a world of power and betrayal, sitting at the head of the table, always in control. I admire his confidence and how he makes people quake with just a glance. He always tells me that one day, I will join him. And I believe him, even when my older brother is the one he relies on. But I don't care. I am determined to prove myself-my loyalty, my skills, my ability to play this game.

That's why, when my father called me into his office last week and handed me a report on Mateo Del Castillo, the heir to the Del Castillo empire, his rivals, I was more than ready.

I've been watching Mateo for months, reading every bit of intel we have on him, and I'm confident.

The mission is simple: seduce Mateo, get him to talk, find out what he knows about our family, and gather information about their operations. If I can do that, I'll earn my place in the family business-no more being the daughter standing in the shadows.

I stand at the bar of the exclusive country club in my black Valentino gown, nursing a glass of champagne, trying my best to look elegant while scanning the crowd for him. There he is-Mateo Castillo, tall, dark-haired, with sharp features, and the kind of jawline that looks like it's been carved out of stone. His sharp eyes are scanning the room, too, though I know he's not looking for me-he probably has his pick of women in this place. He has a reputation, and everyone in the room knows it. But I'm not like the others.

I take a deep breath, adjust the strap of my dress, and make my way over to him.

"Mateo," I greet, letting my voice drip with sweetness and seduction. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you." He turns slowly, his dark eyes glinting as he takes me in. I can tell he's sizing me up, not in the way I want him to, but in a way that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. He smiles, but it isn't a smile that promises anything pleasant.

"Pleasure's all mine, I'm sure." His tone is a little too casual, his eyes flicking over my body, his eyes lingering on my cleavage for far longer than I expected. I force a smile, ignoring the way flames lick at my body with every shameless glance. I've been trained for moments like this-I can't lose my head. He's just another mark, a pawn to clear. I lean in just enough to make sure he can smell my perfume-subtle, enticing.

"I've heard so much about you, Mateo. All good things, of course."

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I'm curious, what have you heard?"

I laugh lightly, hoping my flirtation will work. "Well, they say you're very... accomplished for your age. A rising star in your family business." He doesn't respond to that immediately. Instead, he takes a sip of his whiskey, eyes still ogling me openly.

"I suppose they say that about anyone with the right last name," he mutters.

I blink. "What do you mean by that?"

He smirks, leaning in slightly. "I mean, what's the point of being 'accomplished' if you're just handed everything?" I frown. This isn't quite what I'm expecting. Maybe I've miscalculated.

I bite my lip and force a smile. "I think it's about what you do with the opportunities you're given, don't you?"

His eyes flicker with something dark. "I think the real test is how much power you can take from others." I fight back a shiver.

Everything in my being says that I should walk away and try another time. But I don't.

My job is to get close to him, to charm him. My pride won't let me back down, and I'm not going to let a few offhand comments deter me.

"Power is... appealing," I say, keeping my voice light, trying to play it cool. "But I think it's even better when it's shared."

He laughs then, a sharp, almost cruel sound.

"Shared? Do you really think people like us share power? Oh, sweetheart, you're a novice. No one shares power. They take it or they get crushed under it."

I try to hide my disgust, but I can feel my skin prickling with irritation, yet with arousal.

Is he for real? He's handsome, sure, but he's immature. Every word out of his mouth is more repulsive than the last. As terrible as my body is reacting to him, I don't want to get involved with him any further. I don't care how rich or attractive he is-I just need to get him to talk.

"So..." I say, trying to keep things light again. "Tell me, how do you think the Del Castillo family will evolve in the next few years? Your father is getting older. Will you be taking the reins soon?"

The look he gives me isn't one of interest-it's a challenge.

"I think you should focus less on questions you already know the answer to and more on the questions that matter. You're being awfully nosy for an event like this."

My heart skips a beat, and I suddenly realize something isn't right. I'm pressing him too much for answers-of course he's going to be suspicious. He's not buying any of this. My confidence wavers for a split second. But I quickly catch myself. He can't know. He can't. I need to play it cool.

Before I can say anything else, one of Mateo's men-a tall, grim-looking guy-walks up to him, an envelope in hand. Mateo's face shifts subtly after he glances inside the envelope. He looks at me, eyes darkening before he exchanges a few words with his associate in a low tone and tucks the envelope into his jacket pocket. It's brief, but the tension in the air thickens. The man leaves, and Mateo turns back to me, his expression now entirely different. A smirk adorns his face as his eyes grow deeper and darker, pulling me into its depths. His gaze holds mine, steady, unflinching.

"You know, Samantha," he says, savoring my name, "I'm surprised it took you this long to reveal yourself."

My blood freezes. How does he know my name? I gulp, trying to smile, but the cold sweat on my palms betrays me.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

He grabs my hand in one quick motion, his grip strong and unyielding. The surprise catches me off guard, and before I can react, he's pulling me toward the exit of the club, his fingers digging into my wrist.

"You think I wouldn't recognize a spy when I see one?" Mateo's voice is low, full of menace now. "I've known who you were the moment you walked into this room. I just needed confirmation from my men who searched up your image, as they always do with any woman brazen enough to approach me. You're lucky you didn't try anything more... aggressive."

I pull against his grip, but his hold on me only tightens. The realization hits me like a slap to the face: I've been played. He's been watching me the whole time, waiting for me to slip. Every flirtatious comment, every smile, every laugh-it's all been a game to him. I feel a surge of humiliation and rage. How have I been so stupid? How did I let my overconfidence cloud my judgment? I'm not going to get out of this with charm or wits.

"You're coming with me," Mateo says, his voice steady, almost pitying. I don't have a choice. I can feel his men closing in and surrounding us. There's no way out, not this time.

He drags me into the elevator, and as the doors close, I feel my heart pounding against my chest. My mind races, frantically trying to piece together a plan, but I can't think straight. This is it. I've failed.

I've walked right into his trap, and now, I'm going to pay the price for underestimating him. The elevator descends.

***

A few hours later.

I find myself strapped to a chair in what seems to be a cave, all damp, the earthy smell evaporating into my lungs.

Smack!

My head snaps to the side once more, my blonde curls falling against my reddened cheek, adding more stinging sensation to my face. I look up at Mateo with as much pride as I can, as not only is he slapping me, but I'm left in just my underwear and bra-if you can consider the tatters remaining, fabric-all torn and in pieces.

Mateo's eyebrows raise in a sadistic manner, cracking his knuckles as he looks down at me.

"Such fiery eyes…" he licks his lips. "It's such a shame…you would have looked so nice on top of my sheets. If only you didn't meddle in matters that you don't belong in," he shrugs. "No matter, though. I'll still have my fun one way or the other."

My heart seizes. What does he mean by that? Before I can process it fully, his hand raises once more and slaps me again, only this time, he's not stopping. My face keeps getting bombarded with a series of attacks, and soon, I feel the sides of my face growing numb from the pain.

"Sir," I hear a voice, and instantly his ministrations seize, allowing me to take in some breaths. I turn to look at the person, finding out that it's one of his goons. The man whispers in Mateo's ears, and he scrunches his nose in concentration, listening to the information given to him. If only I can hear a bit…

Mateo's eyes snap to mine as if understanding what I'm doing. His lips lift up slightly, making me gulp.

"You're saved for now, Princess. Just wait until I get back."