His Mafia Bride

ALINA

“Are you so blind that you mistook my legs for the table Alina!” Dante raged, bolting up from his seat at once.

“I’m sorry I’ll get a napkin right away” I pleaded and attempted to turn away when an iron grip dragged me back.

“Are you mad Alina?” Dante asked rhetorically in a surprisingly low tone this time.

I had already apologised so what was the fuss then?

“You did this on purpose didn’t you?” He added with a raised brow.

“No, I would not. I didn’t do it on purpose. Allow me to go get a napkin” I defended myself.

“Do you think I’m a fool to not recognise what you are doing huh Alina!?” Dante raged at me.

I glanced at the other men and they all had slightly confused expressions rocking their faces.

“Dante why would Alina purposely pour syrup on you? It was just an accident” Enzo stood up for me.

“This is between me and my maid. I want no ones interference on this. She knows what she did. This lying bitch knows what she did” Dante’s bitter tone retorted back at Enzo whilst keeping his unfiltered gaze on me.

“Dante…” I was at lost for words.

Did he really think I was so eager to get back at him that I would pour him syrup on purpose?

That was being petty.

Without saying a word, Dante untied my apron and used it to clean the syrup off his body before throwing it back directly at my face.

My mouth hanged open and I gazed at him in disbelief.

“Get out of my sight this instant!” He barked once he was done disgracing me.

I took in a large intake of air and determinedly trod towards the kitchen without sparing a second glance back.

My heart slammed repeatedly against its rib cages and my anger for Dante fueled to even greater heights.

I closed the doors shut and stared at my white apron that was now smeared with syrup.

Going over to the sink, I turned on the tap and took a soap.

The time I was to use and eat, I had used it all up in scrubbing every bit of syrup from my apron before hanging it upon the burglary irons of the kitchen.

I still had a lot of work to.

Quickly I grabbed a mop and bucket.

Opening the doors and ambling outside, my eyes locked with Dante’s once again.

I put up a stoic expression and took the mop to clean the floors, wiping off any spot with syrup.

Ignoring them all, I quietly walked back to the kitchen and shut the doors.

My stomach grumbled again which reminded me of its emptiness.

Before Dante would call me for another work, I quickly sat down to eat my pancakes.

* * * * * * * *

My day had been quiet after Dante and his men left.

I felt free when Dante wasn’t around me, watching my every move like I was a criminal.

I had just done some basic laundry, moping and arranging.

I prepared lunch for myself and washed some television until I dozed off.

Luckily, Dante wasn’t still back by the time I woke in the evening.

It gave me enough time to prepare dinner and also freshen myself up.

Now in my room, I gazed out my window at the open night sky.

The tempting wind blew into my room making it so chilly.

The starry night sky was beautiful as the luminous moon sought to stay filtered through the foggy clouds.

I had eaten dinner already but Dante was yet to be back. I just wished he could always got out early every morning and stay out late.

I didn’t want to see his damn face.

Suddenly the doors to my room flew open causing me to jerk and whip my face at the direction of the sound.

Blending in the darkness was the sinfully hot profile of Dante.

His emerald eyes shone in the dark and his sharp jawline could be noticed.

His tall figure stood undaunted. I watched him slowly close the door of my room.

Taking predatorial steps towards me, I gulped, wondering what Dante was doing in my room.

His steps were slow and yet dangerous. A few loose buttons in his shirt and ruffled black hair that cascaded down added up to his profile.

Curiosity got the better off me and I spoke up, “Dante what are you doing in my room?”

He came closer towards me and trailed his hands to my face, tucking in a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Get your hands of me!” I smacked it away which got me a chortle from Dante.

“What are you doing in a maid’s room?” I taunted him, my annoyance ringing from my tone.

“Principessa, you know I find it shocking how you always get to irk me and think you can get away with it” his husky voice spoke.

I could almost taste his hot breath on my lips. It was spicy, hitting me like a drug.

“Really? I’m the one always irking you? Dante ever since I got into your house you’ve been nothing but a tyrant. A brute. From a wife, I became your maid and today you totally humiliated me in front of your colleagues and yet I’m the one always irking you” I spat distastefully, pushing Dante away from me.

“You did what you did today on purpose to get back at me for turning you into a maid and you actually think I would let you get away with that?” Dante prod.

In a fluid motion, Dante crossed the distance between us once more.

His iron grip was fastened around my waist and he pinned me on to the wall.

“Let go of me!” I gritted.

“If I want to right now” he leaned in close, his lips grazing my earlobe.

“I can forcefully have my way with you and watch you scream your beautiful melodious tone underneath me” he whispered gravelly.

I gasped and tried getting his hands of my waist.

“You are my wife after all aren’t you?” He teased, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin.

I felt a strange heat brewing up inside me and I fought to control it.

“Dante let go of me!” I seethed.

Slowly, his head descended from my neck and faced me.

He ran a finger along my lips and a devilish smile curled up in his face.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Before I could think more, Dante plummeted his lips on to mine in a dominating kiss.

I struggled to get him off but it seemed to only arouse him.

His grip on my waist tightened, his tongue seeking to devour and fill me up completely.

He kissed me roughly, drawing the air out of my lungs and feeling it up with his, leaving me with no time to breathe.

He painfully bit down on my lower lip as he continued with his urgent and rough kiss.

I whimpered and squirmed, but Dante paid no heed. He hauled me so tight that I felt he would break my bones.

Breathlessly he pulled out, his stare not faltering from mine.

I was left speechless.

“You taste sweet. This is just the beginning wife” he uttered before letting go.

He walked towards the door and was about reaching for it when he halted and faced me with a smirk.

“I believe you will enjoy being my maid. I and you will have so much fun together”

He stepped out, banging the door behind me.

My fingers wandered to my now bleeding lips and I winced in pain.

My definition of fun was clearly not Dante’s and I didn’t want to find out what he meant by fun.