The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA

While Mama cooked and the family chef, Grace assisted, I went to my room to get a feel for it.

As I entered the room, a sense of familiarity washed over me. It used to be my sanctuary, but I didn’t even know if I could call it my room anymore. I stood in the middle, gazing around as the memories I made there crept through my mind. Memories I could never forget.

Scarcely a minute passed since I entered the room when the door creaked open, with Antonio trudging inside.

“I didn’t realise how much I missed them until I saw them.” I told him as I turned around and walked to my bed, sitting on it.

“I promise you, I’ll treat you so well that you won’t have to miss them anymore.” He inched closer to me, cupping the length of my throat with his palm.

Instinctively, I slowly rose to my feet, my eyes staring deeply into his. Words didn’t need to be spoken. The desire and need were written all over our eyes and faces. I wanted him just as much as he craved me.

“I couldn’t wait until we got home.” He rasped. He briefly glanced at the bed before returning his gaze to me. “I had always imagined making love with you on this bed whenever I entered and saw you on it.” He confessed.

My heartbeat was rapid, with heat swirling in the depths of my core. “Then do it. I-”

He silenced me with a kiss, sucking my lips, licking my tongue, my teeth, and everything else that made up my mouth like candy. I didn’t hesitate to reciprocate as we engaged in a wet, dirty, scorching kiss.

I missed this. I missed him.

Abruptly, he ended the kiss and stepped away from me, folding his arms over his chest.

Confusion slated on my face, I asked. “Why?”

“Pull off your clothes. Everything.” His demeanour was dark-like the Mafia boss that he was-but filled with need.

I didn’t even hesitate to obey his command. I wanted him to see me in my natural form, and do whatever he saw fit with me. I was all his.

His eyes flicked with intense need, and the protrusion beneath his trousers seemed like it was going to slice through if not freed.

I had expected him to push me on the bed and fuck my brains out, but instead, he blew out the air in his lungs and gave me another command. One I couldn’t disobey.

“Touch yourself.”

I laid on the bed, my legs arched and wide open. I dipped my index and forefinger inside my wetness and began to thrust them inside, like I thought he would. My eyes remained glued to his, and the imagination that it was his hand in me sent my nerves dancing in response to pleasure.

“Faster!” He rasped, his eyes heavy with desire.

“Fuck me already.” I demanded.

“As you wish, my lady.” Before I knew what was happening, he had already freed his rock-hard manhood from its covers and lunged onto the bed.

Grabbing me by my hips, he pulled me closer and pushed inside me with a powerful thrust.

His thrust was rapid, pushing inside me like the beast that he was, unleashing all his pent-up desires in one night. Just what I wanted.

My moans were loud. I was lost in the moment, forgetting that anyone could hear me. To be honest, at that moment, I didn’t care if I was being heard.

“Your sweet, sweet pussy. I missed it.” He rasped as he leaned closer and took my lips in his, swallowing my moans.

I missed him too. I wanted to say, but I lacked the coordination to form a coherent sentence.

My phone suddenly began to ring beside us. We both ignored it. But it rang again, and again.

“Fuck!” Antonio groaned with frustration as he took the phone, but he never stopped pumping inside me.

“Why’s your Mama calling you?” He asked before switching the phone off and tossing it to the other end of the bed.

“Maybe food’s ready.” I moaned. In another circumstance, I would have worried that he ended Mama’s call and even switched the phone off, preventing her from disturbing us even further. But right now, I was in full support of that very disrespectful action of his.

I wanted him. No distractions.

“Well, I’m having a better food here.” He groaned. The rapidity of his thrusts increased. It was so intense that he hit a nerve. The nerve. My pussy quivered, and I rolled my eyes in pleasure as a warm liquid whipped out of me.

After a few more strokes, he stilled, and his fluid flowed inside me.

His gaze met mine, and he muttered with a low growl. “I am not done with you.”

“Yes, sir.” I responded like the good girl that I was.

I was sore, but I wanted more. More of him.

He leaned in and kissed me. No, sucked me. If he had his way, he’d swallow me. Our tongues glided against each other, our needs intensifying with every passing moment.

He grabbed my hips, ready to push inside me, when a knock sounded on the door. The knock soon became a loud bang that we couldn’t ignore.

“Rosa. Are you in there? Are you okay?” Mama’s voice echoed from behind the door.

I immediately jumped out of bed and began to put my clothes back on. “I’m coming.” I yelled.

After Antonio and I finished dressing up, we trudged to the door and pulled it open.

Mama was standing in front of it, a small frown on her face.

“Dinner is ready. Everyone is seated at the table already.” She informed us.

Her gaze darted between the two of us, and before she turned around and walked ahead of us, I caught the amused smile that touched her lips.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the realisation that my mother knew I had just finished getting screwed. How mortifying.

It felt like I was having a walk of shame as Antonio and I approached the dining table. It was written all over their faces that they knew. My face flushed with more embarrassment, and I almost tripped on my own foot as I avoided their gazes.

I settled on one of the empty seats, with Antonio seated beside me. What was supposed to be a family dinner didn’t feel like one. The room was filled with unease. Everyone was quiet, but the silence was loud. They all despised Antonio, with each having their own reasons.

After we finally finished eating, Papa was the first to speak, his question directed at Antonio. “Sofia’s wedding with Oliver Petrov is in two weeks. I want it to be merged with yours.”

“We had this discussion earlier today. I told you already, I’ll think of a date and get back to you.” Antonio said dismissively.

His response seemed to infuriate Papa, as rage saturated his features. “You don’t get to make all the decisions!” His nose flared, mumbling. “I never wanted to give her to you in the first place.”

“Keep your thoughts to yourself. Rosalinda is mine!” Antonio snapped, his rage matching Papa’s. “She’d been mine even before the stupid agreement, and there’s nothing. I repeat, nothing you could ever do to change that.”

“Who do you think you are?!” Papa groaned with so much rage as he rose to his feet and pointed his gun at Antonio. “I would fucking kill you!”

He swiftly tugged out his gun and pointed it at Papa.

“I’d like to see you try.” He retorted with a dark, menacing tone.

My heart thundered within my chest, the grip of fear amplifying the heavy burden weighing upon me. I wasn’t going to lose either of them.

Hurriedly, I positioned myself between them, my fury mirroring theirs as I darted my gaze between them. “Drop your guns or go through me!” I screamed.