Revenge Vows: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Ruthless Mafia Sinners)

We are both stretched out on the bed with his palm on my belly, holding me firmly to the bed.

His lips trail down my neck, and I close my eyes, allowing his lips and his tongue to explore my body. I have to say something to affirm him. I am reminding myself that I have to pull him in. And lord help me, but I want to pull him into my orbit. I want to gather up the scraps of his attention and true interest, hoarding them to me like a raven hoards shiny things.

“God, I want you now,” I say. And it’s not a lie. Wetness pools between my legs for him. His hands on my body disgust me but also excite me.

I feel him harden against my thigh. “Take me…I’m yours,” I murmur as his lips travel down my neck again.

His clothes and my T-shirt lie mangled on the floor. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist me once I was naked. He grabs my neck. I look him in the eye as he grunts in pleasure, looking down at my naked body.

He lowers his lips to my nipples, and he bites them. Tears sting my eyes as he rubs his teeth over them, mercilessly biting down on them and squeezing them. I grind my teeth, and the painful sensation is quickly accompanied by pleasure.

I can feel his hard dick pressing against my body. It feels even harder than it did when it was in my mouth. I didn’t expect him to recover so quickly. I inhale as he sucks on my breasts with growing intensity, preparing myself for another round.

“You’re so hard,” I whisper into his ear to egg him on. Again, the line between disgust and lust is very fine for me. A tiny, distracted part of my mind ponders the clash within me as his fingers and lips work their magic on me.

He releases my body and firmly props me up against the pillow. I feel his hips grind into me as he pries my legs apart in search of my entrance. He finally finds it, making a little growl in his throat when he finds how wet I am for him. This time, he enters me slowly. I feel the tip of him enter me, and then he slides slowly home.

I feel him so deep inside me that I fold further, allowing him better access to my body. He grips my hips and begins to thrust deeper inside me. He bends my neck to the side with a strong hand, and I feel his teeth bite into my flesh mercilessly.

A cry escapes my lips as the sensations take over my body while his thick cock finds its way into me again and again.

“Fuck!” he cries as I contract the muscles in my pussy around his dick.

His pace increases, and the room, perhaps the entire hallway, is filled with the sounds of what is now our mutual pleasure. The room reeks of sweat and sex. Poor Mary, I think in a distracted way. She’ll have to deal with all of this later.

His thrusts slow down and start to get deeper. I know he is about to come. I can also feel the cresting of the wave of pleasure building in me as my release hovers. He is muttering something as he presses himself all of the way into me, but I can’t understand him. I realize that he’s saying things to me in Italian as he closes his eyes and strains toward his release. I have no idea what he is saying, but the sound of the words are incredibly sexy as they fall from his lips.

I begin to grind my hips back, meeting his thrusts as I gasp and pant in response to the rising tide of pleasure building within me. My motions must have excited him because his thrusting stops completely, and he lets me grind against him. I throw my hands around his neck as the sensations in my body start to build up, and my own pleasure takes priority.

I grind into him, rolling my waist against his cock, finding the position that gives me the most pleasure. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!” I cry, clinging on to him. His hands wrap around me as my legs weaken, and then I convulse with pleasure.

He takes over again and starts pumping into me as I cling to him. I feel the heat of him inside me, and then comes the explosion as he pumps a slurry of his seed into me.

We both collapse onto the bed, gasping and sticky. I slowly turn to him, and our eyes meet as we gasp for air. Slowly, we recover our breath, and then he tries to get up.

My heart leaps in alarm. I can’t let him go like this. I hold his arms as he tries to leave. He turns to me, and I smile.

“Look at you. You’re covered in sweat. You can take a shower before you go off and take care of work,” I say.

He looks at me quizzically, and I smile. I get up, knowing his eyes are on my body, and I slide on my bathrobe and walk over to him. I gather his clothes into a pile.

“I’ll have Mary handle this. I’ll start the shower,” I say.

He has an unreadable look on his face, but he obliges, and he lets me pick up his clothes. I walk with him to the bathroom, and he watches as I turn on the shower. He smacks me on the ass as I walk toward the bedroom again, and I make myself giggle in response, even though the familiarity of the pat annoys me.

I go out to the room and ring the bell. In a few minutes, Mary appears. She has a deep frown on her face.

“What do you want this time?” Mary asks. I look at the sheets, and she sighs. “I’ll take care of it,” she says.

“I need another favor,” I say before she leaves to get fresh sheets.

“Are you in any position to ask for a favor after you caused a scene?” she snaps.

“I promise,” I say, grabbing her arms. “I’ll never cause you trouble again.”

Mary sighs, and her face relaxes. “What do you want?” she asks.

I swallow. “Can you have his dinner served up here?”

“What?” she asks a bit too loudly, and I glance back at the bathroom in fear.

“You don’t have to be so loud,” I whisper fiercely.

She pulls away. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but he is strict about his meals. You know how the man is,” she says to me.

I clasp my hands. “I beg of you just this once. If this goes badly, I’ll take full responsibility,” I say.

She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Do you have any other ridiculous requests?” she asks.

I smile. “Can you get him fresh clothes and take these ones to be washed?”

She smiles sarcastically. “Of course.”

When he comes out of the bath with a white towel tied around his waist, Mary has set the table for his dinner. She brought some steak and a salad for him to eat.

His fresh clothes have been laid down neatly on the fresh sheets on the bed.

He looks down at me and the spread of food.

I smile. “I had your dinner brought up here because it’s late already,” I say.

He walks to the bed, unfolds the clothes, and begins to slide them on. His wet, short shaggy and slightly curled hair is draped over his forehead, and as he slides on the black t-shirt, his toned muscles stretch, revealing his veins.

Why am I ogling his body? I look down at the food as he puts on his pants.

“Don’t be shy. You can stare. You’ve seen it all, haven’t you?” he asks.

I smile despite myself. “It’s rude to feel entitled to anything or anyone,” I say, looking down, hoping he catches the irony in my words.

“You were not informed that I have my meals alone,” he says.

I look up at him. He is fully dressed and is rubbing the towel over his head.

“I was informed that you were strict about your meals, but I decided to give this a try,” I reply.

He walks over to me and sits on the bed.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asks, looking at me.

Giovanni’s words echo in my ears. Don’t pretend to be too clueless; he will see right through it. Remember, coat your lies with truth, and you’ll pull this off.

I smile. “I’m resigned to my fate,” I say, picking up a plate. “If I am going to be stuck here, the least I can do is to make the best out of it.”

He watches me as I fix his plate with a generous portion of steak and salad. Before I give him the plate, I grab a fresh fork, cut the steak on his plate, and take a bite of it.

He takes the plate from me with his eyes fixed on me. We have a relatively quiet meal, and when another maid comes to clear the plates, we sit in awkward silence.

After the maid leaves, I turn to him. “Do you want to spend the night in my room?” I ask.

He gets up and tosses the towel at me. “Aren’t you getting a bit too comfortable with me?” he asks.

I smile as he leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. I sink to the floor in relief.

“You did good today, Alyssa,” I say to myself.

I walk to the drawer and take the key from my dressing gown. I slide it in the drawer right before Mary returns with the second batch of fresh sheets.

I open the drawer and pull out my flip phone. There is a message from Giovanni. I walk to the door cautiously and lock it before I begin to read the text.

Listen carefully. I need you to steal an important document from Antonio. It’s a deed to a land that he stole from me. When you get the deed, destroy it! That’s your first mission.

I curse under my breath, tossing the flip phone to the bed.

I inhale and clasp my shaking hands.

“Don’t worry, Alyssa, you’ll be free of these assholes in no time,” I tell myself. I refuse to look too closely at the part of my heart that feels broken when I think of leaving Antonio behind. Logically, I know he’s dangerous, and bad for me, but the rest of me refuses to trust in the logical part of my considerations.

***

It takes me three more days of blowjobs accompanied by hours of sex to make Antonio roll over, look into my eyes, and say the words I long to hear.

“You’ve been a good toy. You deserve a reward,” he says. “What do you want? Don’t go crazy,” he says.

I smile. “I’ll try not to,” I say. I pretend to think, and I turn to him.

“Can I get a chance to walk around the mansion freely?” I ask.

Before he can refuse, I cut in, “I am thinking of redecorating just because I am bored, and I would just like to get a feel of the house. I promise I won’t set foot outside the house,” I say.

His eyes scan my face, looking for untruths, but my eyes are clear. I do not intend to step out of the house. Everything I want to take is inside his building—the document and, eventually, his life.

He nods. “If that’s what you want, you can walk around freely. I’ll inform the guards that you’re free to move around.”

I smile and clap softly.

“Don’t get carried away. They’ll be on strict orders to do what is needed if you’re seen doing anything you shouldn’t be doing,” he says.

I nod happily. “Of course. You have nothing to worry about,” I say.

He reclines on the bed and closes his eyes. The thought comes to my head of how easy it would be to pull the pillow over his head and hold it down till I snuffed the life out of him.

Would it be enough repayment for me, though?

My grip on the pillow tightens as I imagine him gasping, kicking, and begging to be free. Could I actually do it? Do I have a choice? Giovanni will hurt my family if I don’t hurt Antonio, but it’s becoming increasingly clear to me that I don’t want to have to hurt the dark, dangerous man lounging in bed with me.

“Get me a drink,” comes his voice, jolting me out of my reverie.

“Huh?” I ask, returning to my body.

“You can walk around the house now. That means you can fix me a drink,” he says with his eyes still closed.

“Oh, of course,” I say, tossing the pillow aside. I try to toss aside my annoyance as well. I get up and slide on my dressing gown.

“What drink do you want?” I ask.

“You mix drinks at the club. Wow me,” he says.

A mere few days ago, he wouldn’t even let me touch his drink, and now, he is brazenly telling me to fix him a drink.

“And needless to say, don’t try anything funny. You’ll take the first sip,” he says, turning to the side.

I look down at him with clenched fists.

“It hurts me that you think that of me,” I say as sweetly as I can before I walk out of the door into the hallway.

“He says you can let me move around,” I say to the guards at my door.

They look inside the room, and he gives them a thumbs up. I walk down the corridor, feeling a strange sense of freedom that almost feels pitiful. I have lived as a prisoner for so long that I have simply forgotten what it feels like to move around like a normal human.

As I walk down the long stretch of corridors, my eyes fall on a room that looks like a study or an office. I look around. There are no guards in sight. Giovanni messaged me earlier today about the document. Where else would it be other than in the office?

I look around one last time, push open the door, and slide into the study.

I close the door quietly behind me and wedge it with a chair. My eyes sweep the room with its old-fashioned furniture and a big desk. I walk to the desk and quickly begin to open the drawer. I pull out some files and begin to shuffle through them in search of the document I need.

My eyes scan the heading of each file, looking for the deed, carefully putting each sheaf of paper back in its exact place. I get so lost in my search that I don’t hear the first rattle of the door. By the time I turn around, the door is being opened.

I hurriedly put the paper back in place into the drawer as the person pushes the door open.

I look around for anywhere to hide, cursing myself for leaving it unlocked. My eyes fall on a small opening behind the shelves, just big enough to hide me from view. Just as I am about to dart across the room, the door flies open, flinging a chair across the room. A guard enters the room, and before I can run, he grabs my shoulders and throws me to the hard floor.

Before I can recover, he pounces on me and grabs my neck.

“You little bitch. You’re snooping, aren’t you?” he says, squeezing my neck.

I cough, and I fight against him helplessly, kicking and hitting him, but he is firmly positioned over me.

“Do you know how much trouble we got into because of you?” he snaps.

I can’t breathe. I feel his palms crushing my throat and forcing the air out of me. Tears slide down my face as I try to wriggle away. Just as darkness is about to take over, there is the shattering sound of a gunshot.

There is dead silence following as the guard and I stare at each other wide-eyed. His hands on my neck start to slacken as blood oozes from the newly formed hole in his head. He falls sideways away from me and behind him is Antonio with his gun pointed at me and his hand on the trigger.

I close my eyes and prepare for my death. I say a silent prayer as I hear the sound of his gun cocking.