Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Lucretia shivered and shook her head in response. He had not clapped which meant he wasn’t impressed. But why? All she did was dance her heart and soul out because her income was tied to it. She even danced more than she did in weeks and gave him her best. But it wasn’t enough.

“I… I will dance again…”

“What difference will it make, Cari? o? I sat and watched you for hours”

“Then what do you want?” She inquired as he took another step forward. “I know you asked me to quit. I already gave you my reasons why I could not”

Maybe that is why he was punishing her, Lucretia thought as her mind raced back to when they first met in the club. After she declined and walked away that night, he disappeared. A part of her was thankful that he was gone but another part was scared of what would happen if he returned.

Enzo took another step forward and she flinched. He was taller and intimidating. One who was capable of hurting her if he wanted to.

“There is something you need to know, Cari? o” He drawled lazily and stopped an inch away from her. “You are still standing here and wearing that tiny piece of clothing because I let you. Not because of some reasons you gave”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that I changed my mind” He answered and closed up the space between them. “Do you know why?”

He was so close and their bodies were touching. Her heart started pounding heavily. “Why?” While she was dancing, it took everything in him to sit still and watch, instead of grabbing her, tearing off her clothes which did nothing to cover her perfect body, pinning her to the wall, and f*ck the hell out of her.

“Because I want you to stay”

A yelp escaped her lips because of the pain he was inflicting on her. Why would he change his mind? She wondered. Why would he want her to stay after asking her to quit? What does he want from her?

As she thought about all of those, she wished she had listened to him. She wished she had quit the job as commanded. But at the same time, she knew she wouldn’t have made it far. Grasso’s men would’ve caught her and would’ve killed her for trying to escape.

“But you…”

“Like I said, Cari? o, I changed my mind” He drawled and lowered his head. She shuddered and moved her head to the side, giving him access to her neck. “You can dance all you f*cking want, I do not care”

Her heart skipped a beat.

He did not only ask her to stay, but he also gave her the go-ahead to dance all she wanted. If he was someone else, she would’ve believed him but he was Enzo De Niro, a devil in disguise.

“How many people have you privately danced for? I need all their f*cking names”

Lucretia managed a gulp before responding. “Just you”

He smirked and sank his teeth into the hollow of her neck. She screamed as his teeth dug deeper, almost digging into her skin and drawing blo? d.

“Good!” He grabbed her left leg roughly and hooked it behind his waist. “No one else can have a glimpse of you in here, except me”

His crotch was pressed to her middle and she could feel his hard erection. Her n? pples hardened under her tight bra and goosebumps covered her skin. For years, she had not felt any rush of feminine response for any man. But Enzo…

“And if you let any man touch you…” His voice darkened.

“What will you do? Hurt me?” Lucretia blurted out, glaring hard at him. “I own my life and do not need to be controlled by anyone”

Instead of replying, he lowered his head once again and sank his teeth into the same spot. Lucretia yelled and tried to push him off but he didn’t budge. He was like an immovable wall.

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“No, Cari? o, I am marking you up. Everyone should know you are mine”

“And if you let anyone lay a hand on you, I know a thousand and one ways to kill a man slowly… Painfully. And you…” He paused and whispered into her ears. “You will end up tied to that f*cking pole and f*cked in every hole until my name is all you would ever think of”

With that being said, he pulled away from her, severing all contact. He turned around and walked out of the room without sparing a glance in her direction.

Lucretia inhaled deeply and looked around. She still couldn’t believe everything that had happened. The things he did to her, what he said… A part of her felt angry for how weak and pathetic he had made her look.

After Grasso was skinned alive, she had vowed never to let any man take control over her or lay hands on her without her consent. But there was a part of her that burned deeply from his touch.

She raised her fingers to her neck and gently caressed the spot that was bitten by him. She was convinced he had left a mark.

“No, Cari? o, I am marking you up…” His words resounded in her head as age squeezed her eyes shut. What does it mean to be marked by Enzo De Niro? The second most powerful and ruthless man in the world after his brother?

She should’ve quit and stayed away when he asked her to. Now, she was trapped once again and a part of her was melting under it. She hated herself for breaking the vow she made but hated the wetness coating her thighs more.