Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“He hurt you. He had to die”

Rosana articulated the words slowly as she stood still, staring at him. Her heartbeat skipped a beat but it wasn’t because of his proximity or how he kept staring and caressing the corner of her lips with his thumb. It was because he had killed for her. He ended the life of an innocent man because he hurt her.

She was bound to get hurt one way or the other. That is why it was called a fight. But he killed the man just like that and wasn’t remorseful. He didn’t care if he had a family or loved ones. He just ended him.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You did not have to kill anyone because they hurt me. It was a fight!”

“I do not care whatever it was, Bambolina. No one touches what is mine and lives.” He deadpanned and pressed his cold fingers against her chin. He pushed her face upwards so she was now looking up at him.

Rosana stared into his eyes and all she could see was darkness. The kind of darkness that left a trail of shivers running down her spine. There was no warmth whatsoever. Not even a single trace of it.

“You hurt me too” She shuddered and inhaled sharply. “All the time”

“I can do whatever I want with you, Amore mio, however I please”

Of course, he didn’t care and she was no fool to believe he did. He had ascertained right from the beginning that she was just his possession, his property, and because he owned her, no one else had the right to touch her, except him.

If that was presumed to make her happy or grateful, it didn’t. She could feel tears in her eyes as she thought about the poor man. He was innocent and Sergio killed him for the same crime he committed countlessly. What kind of a monster was he?

“You do not have to kill anyone for me” She whispered and stepped away from him. He was a killer and she couldn’t bear being close to him anymore.

“That is up to you, Bambolina. If you keep letting them hurt you, they will all die. And if you do not want that, you would fight harder and not give them the chance”

His words made her tremble as fear gripped her. Enzo was right. If he had been the one training her, he would’ve crushed her a long time ago. He didn’t even care how hard she had trained over the past three weeks, he didn’t even acknowledge it. Now he was going to use her weakness to hurt other people.

Sergio stared at her and all he could see was a lady dressed in a flimsy nightwear that inflamed him. Red, he loved the color on her skin. He didn’t even care about how everything affected her. Her trembling figure only awakened his inner beast.

“Why did you dress up in the bathroom?” Her brows knitted in confusion as she looked up at him. He had a predatory look in his eyes as if he was the hunter and she was his prey.

“I… I…”

“Do you think you can hide what is mine from me?” He asked, his tone dead and gravelly. She shivered under his gaze as her steady hands began to shake. “Take it off!”

Her Insides squirmed and every nerve ending in her body responded to his command. He had not even touched her but her n*pples were already hard like tiny rocks. It pointed in front of her nightwear, directly at Sergio who stared at them with immense fire burning in his eyes.

When Rosana saw what was happening, she immediately crossed her arms around her chest, feeling utterly mortified. What was going on with her? She wondered. Why was this happening again? She had gotten rid of the feeling a long time ago so why was she still affected by him?

Damn her body for always betraying her!

Sergio saw how hard she battled with herself and chuckled lightly. She was highly aroused by how flushed her skin was but she was fighting it. Why? Every other woman would relinquish and plead for his mercy but Rosana was different. She always fought even when she knew she would never win against him.

And it riled him the more.

“As much as I love that piece of clothing on you, it would look better on the floor, Bambolina.” He paused and took one step towards her. “And you should know my hands are pretty much good at destroying beautiful things. I would not ask you again”

Rosana gulped and stared down at the nightwear. It was short and exposed her thighs. Why on earth did she even put it on? She asked herself. It was transparent and didn’t help so much in covering her body.

But how could she have known? There was no moment to check out what she took from the wardrobe because Sergio was in the room. She didn’t want him to find her on a towel but now he was going to see more than that. Look how the table turned.

Quietly, she did as instructed and started slipping the straps off her shoulders. He was going to see her n@ked for the first time since they got married because she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The thought of that caused a shiver to run down her spine.

By the time the nightwear was off her body, she looked up at him and found him gazing at her with a strange look in his eyes. One she had never seen before.

“On your hands and knees!” The reaction he got from her was one he had expected. And he was ready to break her if she tried to fight him.

But she wasn’t ready to fight him. She could still remember what had happened the first time she tried to disobey him in his study. Quietly, she got on her hands and knees as instructed, even when her insides ate her up like acids.

Sergio walked behind, never taking his feral gaze off her. His movement only caused heat to flood her veins as her p*ssy clenched in anticipation.

“Crawl!” He ordered, his raspy voice sending vibrations all through her body.

She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lips to avoid words from spilling out. Temptation was placed on a hot plate in front of her and she was not going to take it. Not when she didn’t know what his plans were.

She started crawling and he watched her movement, his eyes filled with dangerous intents. Her p*ssy was all wet and open to him, causing him to grow harder each second. Why wasn’t she fighting? Why was she being good? It was hard to punish her when she obeyed every single word he said.

“Keep going!”

“Please…” She begged, unable to stand the torture. Her body was on fire and her p*ssy was throbbing even when he hadn’t laid a hand on her.

“Be a good girl, Bambolina. Get on the bed!”

Happily, she crawled on top of the bed and waited for his next move. She didn’t know why her body burned so much for him or why he affected her but deep down, she felt at peace. He was with her and not the Mistress.

The Mistress? Why did she suddenly cross her mind? Rosana wondered. And why did she suddenly feel the anger radiating from her chest?

Her thoughts were impeded when she felt Sergio’s cold fingers swiping through her wet p? ssy. She moaned and arched backward, craving more of his touch. He repeated the motion and she cried as sparks of pleasure wrecked her body.

Sergio stood beside the bed, his right hand caressing her p? ssy and his left fondling her bre@sts. “Tell me what you want, Bambolina.”

“I… I want you to make me c? m!”

He slammed his fingers inside her wetness and groaned low in his throat. She was so wet and tight. “How hard, hmm?”

“Very hard!”

And that was what he gave to her. A very hard org@sm that left her breathless. She fell on the bed as all the muscles in her body felt weak. That was exactly what she needed after all she had gone through over the past few months.

“That is the reward you get for a job well done!” She forced her eyes open and looked at him in surprise. What was he talking about? “Get some sleep, Bambolina, you need it”

As he walked away, she kept thinking about what he had said. A reward for a job well done. Was he talking about the fight?