Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“Hmm, Bambolina?” Sergio leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss on the side of her neck. One that made her inside squirm once again. “What do you say?”

Rosana imagined sitting on his face and riding his tongue, just as had said. A shiver of pleasure worked down her spine and her p? ssy clenched in excitement. What would it feel like to have his warm tongue inside of her while she rode his face, chasing her climax? She wondered, gasping as his teeth nip at the delicate skin.

Of course, it would be wonderful because she could already feel her body sizzling high in flames. She didn’t want him to stop and didn’t care that people could be watching. But then she remembered him with his mistress. His Mistress!

Resentment poured off her in waves, causing the butterflies in her belly to screech to a halt. The sizzles of pleasure ceased in her spine and the excitement in her lower region crumbled into ash, dying the quickest death in history.

“I would rather not!” She uttered, causing him to halt. He cocked his brow and moved away from her. “I’d sit on a hot plate if I have to”

Sergio chuckled in amusement and bit his lower lips. Something about her had altered since the previous night. It had died and was now superseded by something cold and feisty.

“Alright then.” He smirked smugly and tucked both hands inside his trouser pocket. “You will beg so hard for it when you’re ready but I will not give it to you”

His deep, gravelly voice rolled over her like a velvety caress but she ignored it. “Sorry, but I will never beg you for anything.”

The smirk on his face morphed into an evil shade and his eyes darkened. He loved this side of her. The side that challenged and fought him even when it was clear he would always win.

“Game on, Bambolina”

Shivers crawled down her spine and she trembled a bit. Why does it feel like she was making a terrible mistake? One she would pay so hard for in the future?

“Get in the car” He ordered and she immediately started moving without looking back. If she stood longer, he would’ve noticed her knees had started trembling.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Where are we going?” She demanded once he got into the car and revved the engine.

“You will see”

*****

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at an exquisite American eatery, located in the heart of the town. Rosana was still looking around, lost in the glamorous atmosphere when Sergio walked over and opened the door for her. He offered his right hand and she stared blankly at it.

Sergio allowed her to stare all she wanted without ordering her to take it. She was trying to study the tattoos on his arms, he noted. When she couldn’t understand what the different images signified, she quietly looked up and gawked at him like he had suddenly grown two heads.

Was he alright? She wondered. Why was he suddenly acting like a gentleman when he was worse deep down? This side of him scared her because no one could tell the evil he was concocting in his head when he acted all nice.

“I can get out on my own. I do not need help” She uttered finally but he didn’t budge. He remained rooted to the spot with his hand outstretched and his presence, obliterating everything. “I said…”

“Shut that little mouth of yours and take my hand before I make you take something bigger instead!”

Her breath hitched in her throat as she immediately took his hand and got down from the car. She didn’t want to think about the “Something bigger” he had mentioned or how he was going to make her take it. The last thing she needed was any physical contact with him until further notice.

Sergio shut the door and smirked, placing his hand in the middle of her back. He led her inside the eatery which was cozier and more exquisite than the outside. The Chefs and waiters/waitresses who happened to be the only people inside bowed until they walked further and took their reserved seats at the other end of the eatery.

Rosana examined the place for some time and finally turned back to look at Sergio with questioning eyes. “It is just the two of us here. Where is everyone else?”

“Elsewhere, Bambolina. Tonight, this place is ours!”

“You… Bought the place?!?” Rosana asked, her eyes widening in shock. It made him smile. “But why?”

“I can do whatever I want, Bambolina. I can shut down this place or break it to the f*cking ground if I want to. Now stop asking questions before I do one of those!”

Rosana slammed her mouth shut, just as the waiters and waitresses approached in line with different dishes. They placed them on the table and bowed before walking away, just as they came.

“What the…” She gasped and looked down at the different dishes on the table. “They are all my favorites! How did they… How did you…”

She paused and looked up at Sergio who sat across the table. Despite his dark metallic eyes pinned on her, he appeared cool and relaxed. More handsome and freaking hot, her mouth watered.

“How did you know?” She asked, pertaining to all the food on the table.

“I know everything about you, Mi Amore” He started and leaned closer to the table. “From your favorite color to your shoe size to your hobbies. I know your likes and dislikes, your favorite drink, your favorite music… Every f*cking thing, including your bra size!”