Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Rosana moaned low in her throat and turned on the bed only to meet another body lying beside her. She smiled in her sleep and gently placed her hand on Sergio’s hard chest, caressing him.

She could still feel the distance between them so she inched closer and flattened her hand on his chest. Slowly, she lowered it to his stomach and grazed his abs and biceps with her fingertips. His body felt so… Perfect, she thought in her sleep.

But Allen’s body had never been like that.

He didn’t have a hard chest or biceps and abs and stomach muscles. He never considered workouts so he was plain. But he was still very much handsome and she loved him that way although she wished he had the body of most male models she saw on television and in magazines.

She kept lowering her hand, knowing how much Allen loved waking up to her touches. When she reached his crotch, she palmed him through the fabric of his trousers, running her palm over his length, from tip to base.

She moved her hand upwards and slid it under his trouser. There, he was all big and hard. How did he get so big? She wondered. She could also trace the veins which popped out on the surface. It felt so different. Allen had suddenly become hot and different.

Lightly, she stroked him. He was almost too big for her hand but she loved it. The way he felt sent a delicious shiver that worked down her spine. It caused a hot ball of desire in her stomach as her core heated and tightened.

“If you keep doing that, Bambolina, I will be forced to show you what it is made of!”

No, wait. Bambolina?!?

Of course she knew that name and there was only one person that called her that. Allen never called her Bambolina and his voice wasn’t so husky or deep. So dangerously seductive.

This could only mean one thing. Rosana thought as she finally forced her eyes open. And there he was, lying on his back with his hands crossed behind his head and his eyes closed. His inky dark hair looked messy but he was still able to pull on a hot morning look.

“You might want to take your hand away,” He said again with his eyes still closed.

Rosana quickly lowered her gaze and was shocked when she found her hand stuck inside his trouser. She was still holding his hard c? ck. Letting out an ear-piercing scream, she pulled her hand away from him and jumped out of the bed. How did that happen? She panicked.

“Good morning, Amore mio!”

“How… What… Why are you here? What are you doing here? How did you get here?”

Sergio finally opened his eyes and sat up on the bed. He looked at his frightened wife who wanted to be anywhere but in the same room with him.

Rosana gulped hard, probing her brain for answers, but it felt like a giant black puzzle with no pieces to put together. What the hell happened last night, she wondered. And why did she wake up with her hand inside his pants?

Embarrassment coated her cheeks and ate her insides like burning acid. “Did… Did anything happen last night? Did you… Did we?”

She still had to ask even when she didn’t feel any ache down there. Maybe he had drugged her, she thought. Besides, he was Sergio De Niro and he could do anything just to get whatever he wanted.

“Stop speaking in fucking parables, Bambolina” He groaned and kept staring at her with the same cold expression on his face. If only he knew how it made her feel.

“Did we have sex?” She finally asked, whispering the last part. She felt disgusted even talking about it.

“You do not remember?”

Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped. Did they… Was he trying to say something actually happened between them the previous night? But how? How come she couldn’t remember anything? How come she still felt normal and untouched? How come…

“Do you need me to explain everything in detail?” Sergio asked again. His calm mode was terrifying. It was scaring the living hell out of her.

What did he do to her? She wondered.

“Well, we fucked, hard, deep, and rough, Bambolina, just the way I like it” He paused and read the expression on her face before he continued. “And you… You enjoyed every fucking bit of it”

Heat radiated from her neck and rose to her cheeks as mortification tugged at her stomach. She looked down at herself and for the first time, she noticed she was wearing one of her nightgowns. That was when she recollected a little of what happened the previous night.

Her Allen was involved. Hell, she had ended everything with him and broken his heart. Then Sergio had taken her out for dinner but she couldn’t eat. She only had a few glasses of wine and that was all she could remember.

“Did you r@pe me?” Rosana blurted out causing him to halt in front of the door. He had already gotten up from the bed. “What did you do to me? I cannot feel anything”

“That is because I did not do anything to you”

She shook her head and went to stand in front of him. If he had spoken the truth about sleeping with her the previous night, it meant her body was defiled already. She had cheated on Allen.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I do not believe you”

Sergio immediately grabbed her hands above her head and pinned her against the door. He then leaned into her, his other hand digging into her waist.

“You would not be standing right now and you would not have walked for days if I touched you, Bambolina. You know why?” He stared deep into her eyes, his metallic ones boring into hers. “Because I do not take. I ravage completely”

His voice was deep and hard, causing a shiver of trepidation along her spine. It made her scared but also caused blood to boil in her veins as her lower region burned in excitement. What was she turning into? She wondered.

She was finally able to breathe when he released her and left the room. She couldn’t breathe when he was so close to her, his dark psychotic eyes burning into the depths of her soul.

***

After taking a shower, Rosana followed Viola out of the room for breakfast. She had expected her to bring it up to her room but she didn’t and instead of asking questions, she decided to head over to the dining room at once. Deep inside, she prayed she wouldn’t crush into Munika.

“I woke up in my nighties. Do you know how I got into them?”

Viola nodded and responded. “The Don assigned me to change your clothes and dress you up for the night”

Rosana felt relieved. She inhaled deeply and smiled. She had thought the worst but thank goodness it wasn’t Sergio. As they approached the dining, the smile on her face vanished and her steps faltered.

What was he doing there?

“Come, Bambolina, Let’s eat”

No, maybe she was dreaming. What was Sergio De Niro doing in the dining room? They never had breakfast as a couple so what changed? Why was he seated at the head of the table, ready to eat?

“Come, my dear, do not keep him waiting” Carmencita called out with a smile. “The Don does not like his food cold”

Rosana nodded and lazily walked over to the table. She took her seat and was served. “Bon appetit!” Sergio said and took a sip from his glass of wine.

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Sergio stood in his study, facing the window. Munika joined him afterward, still surprised that he sent for her. Did he finally decide to send Rosana away? She wondered. Did he finally realize that she had been right the whole time?

She cleared her throat and went to stand behind him. “My son, is anything the matter?”

Her question met silence and she knew better than to say anything else. Sergio was a deep thinker but it was worse when he murdered a person in his thoughts. Such a person could be considered a walking dead.

When he remained silent after a few minutes, Munika started trembling. She started reminiscing about events and what she did wrong.

“You asked her to run away” On hearing that, her heart slammed hard against her chest but she managed to maintain her composure.

“I do not know what you are talking about”

Sergio took a deep breath and turned around, causing her to almost flinch backward. “You asked Rosana to run away”

It wasn’t a question, Munika discovered. He was making a statement. “Why would I do such a thing?” She balled her fists and tried to maintain a calm facade. She couldn’t let him see her trembling or the rage that boiled inside her. If Sergio knew about that, then it only meant that Rosana ratted her out. That ingrate!

“So you trust her? You believe the word that girl…” Munika lowered her head but she knew he wasn’t finished. He didn’t just call her to remind her that Rosana was his wife. There was something else. As she walked out of the study, she was tempted to find Rosana and deal with her but she couldn’t because the warning still made her shiver. It was still very loud and clear.

“I hope you do not regret it, my son” She muttered behind the closed door and walked away.