Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Sergio got into the limousine and sat down beside Rosana, his presence dominating the vehicle. Their bodies were slightly touching and it caused heat to bubble in her veins. Her throat felt dried and her heart wouldn’t stop thumping against her ribcage.

She gulped and looked out of the window, remembering the first time they sat together in a vehicle. That was immediately after they had exchanged their vows with no celebration, no music, no dance, no nothing. He had waltzed her away just like that.

She hated him so much and couldn’t look at him without seeing a monster staring right back at her. For months, she fought him and tried to escape his hell but now, here she was, living the life. In a few hours, she was going to be one of them, she was going to be announced Queen of the Mafia.

“What are you thinking so hard about, Bambolina?”

Rosana snapped out of her thoughts and inhaled sharply before turning to look at him. “Nothing!”

“I can tell you are lying,” he said, his voice frigid enough to transform the lingering drops of moisture on her skin into icicles. “Now tell me the truth before I force it out of you”

“I was thinking about us”

He arched one of his brows and leaned closer to her. “And what about us, hmm?”

Rosana inhaled but all she could smell was him and it hypnotized her. He smelled cool and expensive, like spicy cologne and fine Italian leather. How was she going to think straight and speak when he was this close to her? She wondered.

“I… We… It’s been eight months since we got married”

“I know” He drawled and slipped his left hand behind her waist. He pulled her closer and buried his face in the hollow of her neck. “Eight months and six days. Tell me something different”

His hot breath traveled down her neck, setting goosebumps on her soft features. He kissed her jaw, nibbled on her neck, and trailed wet kisses to her chest. Rosana arched her back off the seat and closed her eyes, loving how his beard felt against my skin. “I… I hated you” She blurted out, her sanity lines fading away as he flattened his warm tongue on her chest. He licked her cleavages and gave them soft bites. “Oh…”

“Mi odi ancora, Bambolina.” [You still hate me, Babydoll]

Yes, she did. But that was the last thing she could consider at the moment. Not when he gripped her thighs and slid his cold hand between them.

“But you love it when I do this!”

He slapped her thighs apart and grazed her V area with his fingers, earning a moan from her. She could feel the familiar sensation whirling in her stomach once again as he pushed her panties aside and slid his fingers past her slippery folds. He pushed a finger inside her tight, slick folds and was rewarded with a loud whimper. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her back arched off the seat once again. It was hard to control herself. Hard to remain still when Sergio got a hold of her.

Rosana moaned lower, bucking her hips and riding his fingers as he kept hitting her G spot over and over again. She looked crazy and pathetic but she didn’t mind. There were so many things she couldn’t care about at the moment.

“Oh, my God! Sergio!” She cried as she came hard, convulsing on his fingers.

Sergio groaned at the sound of his name on her lips. It was a primal, masculine sound of desire that sent a shiver straight through her as she slowly climbed down from the heights she had reached.

Her back relaxed on the seat and she managed to open her eyes only to find metallic dark eyes staring at her. The predatory look was back in his eyes. “Take off your panties, Bambolina”

What???

She blinked and stared at him, unable to understand what he had just said or what had just happened. When she looked around, her jaw nearly hit the ground as she realized they were still in the car, with a driver in the front.

He had just made her come in the back seat with his driver only three feet away, separated by a plastic divider that did nothing to block out her cries. And she had been doing that loudly.

Her heart slammed a panicked rhythm against her ribcage as searing heat enveloped her skin. “W… What?!?”

“Do not make me repeat myself, Bambolina. I am a mile away from stopping the car, dragging you out, bending you over, and burying myself deep inside of you.” His voice was grave and sharp, it could cut grass. “And yes, we will attend the introduction when I am done with you and I will take pleasure in watching you limp around!”

Rosana gasped, her heart tripping in both anticipation and fear. Her p? ssy clenched and a shiver ran along her spine at the image he had painted in her head. No doubt he was more than capable and it excited her… But she didn’t want that. The introduction was more important than anything else.

Quietly, she raised her hips and slowly pulled down her panties. She didn’t care to ask why or what he needed it for. She just gave it to him.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Good girl!” Sergio smirked and fisted the little piece of clothing in his hands while she shifted uncomfortably. He raised it to his nose and sniffled.

Before Rosana could utter a word or protest, the driver announced that they had arrived. Her pulse and blood pressure rose along with her anxiety. Finally! Sergio stepped out first and looked around before turning back to help Rosana down from the car. She was finding it hard to walk without any underthings.

“Let’s go!” He gruffed, ignoring her puppy eyes and silent pleas. He had tucked her panties into his trouser pocket and wasn’t giving it back.

Rosana was more concerned about her bare b*tt under the gown she was wearing and had forgotten about the introduction or what was going to happen in there. She cared more about the juices smearing her upper thighs.

Sergio placed his hands on the small of her back and drew her closer to himself. Together, they approached the double doors which were thrown open upon their arrival.

“Don Sergio De Niro!” Alfonso announced and everywhere went silent as a graveyard. All movements seized and all chatters died at the sound of his name. Everyone trembled. “And his wife!”

Rosana’s breath seized as they finally walked into the hall filled with hundreds of people. Both men and women were dressed in black and white. They bowed, not only to Sergio but to her too.

Sergio paused, his dark eyes traveling around the hall. He returned his gaze to Rosana who had turned pale at the sight of the people who were more than five hundred. Never had she been in front of such a crowd before. She looked around and noticed that everyone in the room was still bowing. None of them tried to utter a word or even look up.

“I would walk carefully if I were you!” Sergio leaned closer and stared down at her legs, then up to her thighs. “Shall we?”

Rosana flushed at his words, getting wet by the minute. Sadly, she wasn’t wearing a thing underneath. What would happen if her juices tickled down her legs? She wondered. And Sergio wasn’t helping with his dirty words either.

“Yes!” She replied with a tight smile.