Page 14 of Trapped By the Mafia Boss

Her resistance melts away, reluctantly surrendering to the undeniable pull between us. In our embrace, there’s a silent confession – despite her fear, she’s drawn to me, irresistibly so.

Her response awakens something fierce and almost animalistic within me. A dormant hunger roars to life, fueled by the intensity of her own desire mirroring mine.

Our tongues engage in a dance, a delicate tango of suppressed passion and denied longing.

We finally break apart, both gasping for air, and there’s a new understanding between us.

“I hate you,” she lies fiercely, her eyes burning into mine.

“I know,” I reply, my voice low. “But your body tells a different story.” I let my fingers trail teasingly along her arm, feeling her shiver under my touch. “I bet if I touched your pussy, it would be soaking wet.”

“Stop it,” she hisses, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. “Please, not here, not in front of everyone.”

“Then you better behave, hadn’t you, Mrs. Caruso?”

8

ISABELLA

Three weeks later…

The Italian sun spills through the sheer curtains of the vast bedroom, casting a soft, golden light. I sit up in the large, plush bed, alone. The room, with its elegant furnishings and stunning view of the sea is no comfort after last night.

He didn’t come to bed last night. Of course. To think I was worried about spending our nights together. I barely see him. I’ve spent my days working on my play, wondering if this is my life now.

I wrap myself in a silk robe and step out onto the balcony. Below me, Portofino is waking up; the quaint village with its colorful buildings and the serene sea should be a balm, but to me, it’s a vivid reminder of my isolation.

My thoughts are a whirlwind - fear, resentment, and an unsettling confusion about my feelings towards Dominic.

The secret of my pregnancy weighs heavily on me. I turn around and notice a folded note on my bedside table. It’s from Dominic. “Why not give Sarah a call?”

I frown. “Because you told me not to use my cellphone in case Vincent’s tracking me,” I say out loud.

My phone’s on the floor, plugged in and charging. I’m guessing it must be safe. Maybe Vincent’s already dead.

I call Sarah. As soon as she answers, my words rush out in a torrent of emotion. “Sarah, I feel so lost. Dominic, he’s... I don’t know what to think of him. One moment he’s my savior, the next, I’m terrified he might be a monster. We had a big fight last night and I think he might kill me next.”

Sarah’s voice, filled with concern, is a lifeline. “Where are you?”

“Portofino. It’s in Italy. We’re staying in this villa that’s been in his family for centuries. It’s full of ghosts, I swear.”

“You want me to call the cops?”

“I tried that. They’re terrified of him. Look, he made me marry him.”

“He did what?”

“This is technically our honeymoon. He said it’s the only way to keep me safe from the man who’s trying to kill me. But listen, I think he killed his first wife.”

“What?”

“And I think I might be next.”

My phone buzzes with an incoming message. I glance at the screen, a chill running down my spine as I read the ominous words: “I’ll save you.” An anonymous number.

I can hear the rumbling of Dominic’s car engine coming up the drive. “I’ll have to call you back.”

I meet him in the entrance hall. His presence fills the room, a stark reminder of the power he holds over me. I only have to look at him to want to beg for sex. “Dominic, look at this,” I say, showing him the message.

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