Page 9 of Mafia Kings: Dario

“NO!” I screamed.

The headmafiosotilted his head to the side, and Adriano relaxed his hold.

“Don Rosolini…” my father whispered, “Alessandra is a good girl… she goes to mass every Sunday… she’s a virgin,padrone…”

My face flushed scarlet.

Iwasa virgin, it was true – because of my religious beliefs.

…but also partially due to a lack of opportunity in the small village where I lived.

To hear my father say it out loud was mortifying.

The handsomemafiosofixed me with a stare like he was about to tear off my dress. “Interesting information, to be sure – but what does it have to do with me?”

“Sir, your reputation precedes you,” my father whispered. “You are a worldly man… and you reap where you do not sow. My daughter is an innocent…”

Themafiosospoke to my father, but he walked slowly towardsme.“Are you suggesting that I might take advantage of your daughter?”

I felt fear at his words – but my face blazed even hotter.

The horror of this stranger and my father discussing me this way – it was too much to bear.

And yet, as I looked into the stranger’s mesmerizing eyes, I felt a different kind of heat bloom between my legs.

“I…” my father said, then stopped. He was obviously afraid of offendingil Mostro.

“I give you my word,” themafiososaid as he stopped just inches away from me. “I will not take your daughter’s virginity…”

The smile he gave me was both seductive and terribly cruel.

“…until she begs me to do so.”

My father didn’t know what to say to that. He was stunned into silence.

I, on the other hand, was not.

“I am not awhoreto be bargained over,” I snarled.

With lightning speed, themafiosopressed against my body and grasped the hair at the back of my neck.

He pulled my head back with a gentle tug so I was staring up at him.

I could feel him against me – his muscles beneath his suit as they pressed against my soft body.

I was terrified –

And yet at the same time, lust seemed to engulf me like fire.

Other than my father, I had never been this close to a man before in my life –

And certainly not the most attractive and powerful man I had ever seen.

My heart hammered in my chest from both fear and excitement.

He was pressed so firmly against me that I was sure he could feel my heartbeat.

Then he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

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