Page 48 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
I feel his enormous erection immediately.
Oh, God. My struggles turn him on.
I go limp.
He bites my ear, then growls into it. “Your submission is worthless now.”
Footsteps echo across the tile until the man racing toward us stands over us. “Fucking hell, Sandro.”
The man on top of me … Sandro … doesn’t budge. My earlobe stings, while his punishing weight crushes me into the floor.
“Clear the room,” the other man orders. More footsteps—Lord, how many men are there? And how foolish of me to think I’d escape?
“Listen to me,” I croak. “I had nothing to do with—”
“And the lies begin…”
There’s venom in his words, but his voice … What is it about his voice?
“Boss. I can take over from here.”
My heart wedges inside my stomach. Is the man—Sandro—the mafioso I spoke to at the warehouse? The man everyone fears? If I’m right, then I’m a captive inside his beautiful villa, surrounded by the sea, heavily armed men, and cutthroat housekeeping. The villa’s quite the juxtaposition to the monster who resides here.
Yet, I’m alive.
Why not kill me? Why drag me across continents, lock me in a resort-worthy room, and then forget I exist?
“Let me deal with her, Sandro,” the mob soldier says.
“Don’t fucking Sandro me. That lock fixed?”
His voice is oddly familiar. Or is it the discussion about locks, of all things?
“Not yet …boss.”
“I’ll handle her.”
As the soldier’s footsteps retreat, I wiggle and try to break free. But the iron pipe thickening against my back halts my actions. “Don’t,” I cry out. “Don’t leave me with him.”
“Move that beautiful body, and I’ll fuck you into the floor while all my men watch. Capisci?”
Hisvoice.
Can it be?
On the morning my mother passed, I paced the sidewalk outside the hospital, clinging to the promise I made her. “Never give up hope, Riley. You are stronger than you think,” she’d had me repeat. Grief-stricken, I wandered aimlessly until, unexpectedly, my toe snagged on a crack and I stumbled. Looking down, I saw a vibrant yellow dandelion pushing through the concrete. Hope in the form of a flower.
Hope, which I abandoned my search for after my father’s murder.
No way. It can’t be.
“Fucking beautiful.”Him, deep inside me.
“Good girl.”Me, choking on his massive cock.
Praising me. Corrupting me.
“Fix the lock, capisci?”
