Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“I do not need anything. Leave!” Sergio finally responded and continued what he was doing.

“How… How have you been, Master?” She asked again and walked further into the room with shaky legs.

Going after Sergio wasn’t an easy task but she still had to do it. Over the past months, she had been working hard for this day. She had practiced her speech, built her confidence, and was ready for him but the moment she got into the room, her body went cold and her limbs felt weak. The deadly look in his eyes had shattered her to pieces and left her trembling from the inside out.

“Have you… Been feeding well?” That was a stupid question but she still asked. The air in the room was tense. His silence was another deadly weapon too.

“I… I…” I miss you! She wanted to say but then she bit her lips and swallowed it down.

“What do you want, Vicenta?” Sergio groaned and looked up at her.

You… She responded in her mind. “I… I…” Goddamn it, where was her voice? Where was her ability to speak? She asked herself, fisting her hands beside her.

She opened her mouth to speak again but slammed it shut as she remembered Munika and Carmencita’s words. What would be his reaction if she suddenly told him about the pregnancy? Mere thinking about that sent sizzles down her spine as her heart started hammering wildly.

He could kill her!

Swallowing the thought, she forced her legs towards him. Without thinking, she stopped before him and took off her nightgown which exposed her n@ked body. If she couldn’t tell him about the baby, then she could try and get him back even if it meant seducing him.

“Master I…” She gulped and went closer to him. “I have a gift for you”

Sergio quickly accessed her from head to toe and just like before, he didn’t get any thrill. His blo? d didn’t burn with the need to ravage her like it did to Rosana. His hands didn’t itch to touch and feel the smoothness of her body. His c? ck didn’t pulse and harden with the need to be buried balls deep inside of her.

Without any more words, she sank onto his thighs and wrapped her arms around his neck. She started trailing kisses along his jawline and moaned when she felt the spark of electricity surging through her veins. Damn, she missed this man and wanted him so much. The father of her unborn child…

She cried out when she felt his strong hands coming up and gripped her thighs. He dragged his beards along the sensitive part of her skin and her heart stuttered. Nothing felt so good… Perfect! Her plan was working! It was just a matter of minutes before he was buried inside of her, f*cking her brains out.

Sergio dragged his lips to her ear and whispered darkly. “How dare you?” Her blood ran cold and she went still at once. “First, you barge in here without an invitation, and now, you have your hands all over me. Do you wish to die?”

She shook her head and tried to make a move but Sergio held her down by her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh. She cried out and struggled to break free but the more she did, the more his nails dug deeper.

“Please… Please forgive me! Have mercy”

His hand closed around her throat, squeezing tight until her vision blurred. “If you needed mercy, you should never have come to me tonight”

He squeezed harder and she wheezed as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Please… Forgive…!”

Sergio released her thigh and grabbed his gun from one of the drawers. He placed it on her temple and trailed it down to her left bre@st. She shook violently against him but he didn’t give her a chance to escape as he pressed her neck harder.

He lowered the gun to her stomach and she shook her head, tears falling freely from her eyes. She opened her mouth and tried to speak but couldn’t. The words were stuck in her throat and couldn’t flow out.

Sergio dug the gun between her legs and pushed it inside of her. She was wet and because of that, there was no restriction. Her body went still and her eyes widened in realization. There was a gun inside of her! One that could blow her off if the trigger was being pulled. With that being said, he pulled the gun out and pushed her off. She fell to the ground and started coughing hard. “Get lost!”

“I. Am. Carrying. Your…”

“Coffee, Sir” Carmencita cut in and walked into the room, holding a tray of coffee. Her eyes met with Vicenta’s and her heart broke. She had warned her…

Sergio simply nodded and she walked over and poured out coffee for him. Vicenta used that opportunity and scrambled out of the room in tears. She was scared that she almost lost her life and was angry at the same time. Why did Carmencita have to interfere?

After serving him, Carmencita blinked back tears in her eyes and bowed. She didn’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if she hadn’t barged into the Study. Oh, Vicenta, why was she being so stubborn?© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Before she got down to meet Sergio, they had bumped into each other and she told her about her plans to reveal the secret. Carmencita had tried to stop her and warned her not to but she refused to listen.

“Thank you…” She croaked as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Thank you for sparing her life once again” Rosana stirred on the bed and groaned when she felt the pain between her legs. It was a blissful reminder of what had happened the previous night. His return, the red rose and note he left on the bed, the surprise studio he had set up for her, the very hot s*t, and how he made her come over every piece in the room.

A flush covered her skin from her cheeks and trailed down her n@ked body. It was funny how her body still tingled even with the soreness between her legs. Slowly, she opened her eyes and flinched when she saw Sergio standing beside the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. How long had he been watching her?

“Jeez, you scared me”

“Did I?” Sergio asked in return, his eyes not leaving hers for a second. He had an impeccable poker face which was impossible to see past or through it.

“Yes, you did.” She muttered with an eye roll.

“Don’t do that, Mi Amore” He groaned and caressed her face with his fingers. “Or I will give you a better reason to roll those pretty eyes”