Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“Red Velvet!!!” The crowd cheered as Lucretia danced on stage with her mask on. She hooked the pole with her long legs and arched her body backward while spinning around.

They followed all her movements, taking in the curves and smoothness of her body. Once she started dancing, it was hard for them to take their eyes away from her. It felt like they were trying to study and know her on a different level.

By the time the dance ended, Lucretia was covered in sweat. She smiled softly and remained on the stage, her eyes going around the club. Everyone was applauding and cheering as usual.

A man walked up to her and smiled. She didn’t recognize him but knew he was one of the VIPs. “You dance so well, Red Velvet”

She smiled politely and turned to look at the cheering crowd. Most men had a scowl on their faces and she knew it was because another man had gotten close to her. The securities were strict and never allowed any man to cross over to the stage when she was performing or after. But this man had managed to cross the boundaries.

“Just a tip” The man continued and before she could process it, he raised his hand and tucked money into her bra. He then smiled and left just as he had entered.

Lucretia left the stage immediately and removed the money from her bra. She started counting it and discovered it was too much for a tip. Happily, she changed her clothes and started towards Rosana’s office. She couldn’t wait to share the news with her best friend.

Two seconds later, she found herself pinned to the wall with a hand gripping her neck. She tried to fight back but she couldn’t even make a move.

“What did I say about letting another man f*cking touch you, Cari? o?” She opened her mouth and tried to speak but the words couldn’t flow out. “Were you trying to test me, hmm?”

She struggled and clawed his hand on her neck until he loosened his grip. “You motherf*cker!”

“I’ll take that as an answer” He gruffed and turned her around to face the wall. He yanked her short skirt up and spanked her bare b? tt.

“Aww!” Lucretia cried out as he spanked her again. It was painful but her thong was already drenched because of it. “I did not… I did not…”

Enzo pressed deeper, crushing her to the wall. He lowered his head and whispered darkly into her ears. “I saw him, Cari? o. I saw you two”

He spanked her one more time and she yelped as tears welled up in her eyes. “I… I did not let him! He just…” Another spank. “Stop, you are hurting me”

“Maybe the mark I placed on your neck wasn’t enough, yeah?”

Lucretia thought about it and started struggling to push him off. If he kept spanking her b? tt, a mark of his handprints would be left for days, just like the one he had left on her neck. But that wasn’t the problem. How would she dance around with such a mark on her a*s?

“Stop… Please…!”

Enzo stopped and turned her around. They were standing in a corner in the middle of the hall where anyone could walk in and find them but he didn’t care. Fire burned in his eyes and his voice grew darker.

“I already told you that I own my life. I do not belong to you or any…”

Her words were cut off when he closed his hand on her neck. “Do I have to carve my name all over you, just to prove that you are mine, Cari? o?”

The coldness in his voice sent shivers of trepidation along her spine. Her p? ssy throbbed and her n? pples hardened into tiny rocks under her dress. She groaned and tried to push him off, hating how much he affected her. Of all the people her body chose to react to, it had to be her best friend’s brother-in-law.

“Don’t ever think about it because you will never belong to anyone else. I will burn them before they try to get close to you. Do you understand?” When she didn’t respond, he tightened his grip on her neck. “Should I ask one more time?”

“No… No, I understand” She wheezed, clawing his hand with her fingers.

“Good girl!” He released her neck and watched as she filled her lungs with air.

“Is everything alright?” Rosana asked, staring at both of them. She was on her way out when she heard their voices.

Lucretia moved away from Enzo and rushed over to Rosana’s side. She was thankful that someone showed up and put an end to the whole drama. “Yes, everything is alright. He was just leaving”

Enzo turned around slowly and faced Rosana who looked confused and surprised at the same time. Lucretia stood behind her, her face flushed. She avoided his hard gaze as though her life depends on it.

“My Lady!” He smiled charmingly. Lucretia looked up at once, shocked at how quickly his demeanor changed from cold and deadly to warm and charming.

“What happened?” Rosana inquired, not deceived by his smile. “You looked like you were going to tear her into pieces”

The moment he returned his gaze to Lucretia, the smile and warmth disappeared from his face. “I am still thinking of a better punishment because she stepped on my toes”

Lucretia opened her mouth to speak but slammed it shut when she remembered the spanking which was still stinging in her b*tt. She had thought that was a punishment but…

“I apologize on her behalf”

“You do not need to, My Lady” Enzo smiled, his eyes still pinned on Lucretia. “She will apologize when I am ready to listen”

As Enzo walked away, Rosana turned to look at Lucretia who had been staring at his retreating figure. “Is there anything between you two I should know about?”

Lucretia flinched and turned to look at Rosana. “Big f*cking no! There is nothing between us or anyone else!”

“Say that to the mark I saw on your neck some weeks ago. What was it you called it?” She thought for a while. “Oh yes, some insect without a name bit you”

“Oh, come on, Ana!”

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After Lucretia told Rosana about her dance and the tip she got, she decided to stay back and celebrate with her. Thirty minutes later, they departed and she went back home feeling tired and exhausted.

When they arrived at the mansion, she noticed a few changes in the surroundings but ignored them. She was not going to get her hopes high about Sergio’s return any more. She had done it the past weeks and ended up heartbroken.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She started up the stairs and finally got to her room. When she opened the door, she was welcomed by darkness. A sigh ripped out of her chest as sadness engulfed her. She squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled deeply. Once again, she was back in their room alone. And everything smelt like him.

One second, she was covered in darkness and the next, there was light everywhere. Rosana forced her eyes open and started looking around. She didn’t know what she was looking for but she kept looking until her eyes landed on him.

She froze. Everything went still.

“Welcome home, Bambolina!”

His voice, that was all it took to bring her back from wherever she must’ve frozen to. That was all it took to confirm he was real, not one of those images she had conjured in her mind.

“Sergio!” Her voice was weak, filled with thousands of emotions she was trying to contend with.

He studied her quietly and started walking towards her. When he got to where she stood, she shivered and looked up at him, her heart pounding heavily. She didn’t blink because she was afraid he would disappear. Maybe her mind was just playing games with her.

“Amore mio!”

She gulped and released a shaky breath. “You are not back. Please tell me I am dreaming!” “Does this feel like a dream, hmm?” He asked and brushed his lips over hers. “Does it?”

Like a wave of warmth, her body reacted to him instinctively. It felt like he never left. As she opened her mouth to respond, her lips were consumed in a fierce, burning, and hungry kiss. One that set her soul ablaze.

She kissed him in return, her hands fisting his shirt into knots. The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him… hypnotized her. Those were the things she missed and craved for the past month.

Without breaking the kiss, Sergio carried her and positioned her at the edge of the bed. She finally opened her eyes when he broke the kiss and instead of climbing the bed, lowered himself to the ground.

“What are you doing?”

He raised her dress and pulled down her thong. Then he draped her legs over his shoulders and looked up at her. “Let my tongue explain how much I missed you!”

With that being said, he lowered his head and slipped his tongue over her wet folds.