Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

Emelia

I can’t control the whimper of shock that falls from my lips.

“No…” I choke out, shaking my head.

“Yes. I want to get a look at what’s mine.”

Oh my God. This is it. He’s going to rape me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

My survival instinct kicks in and I try to bolt past him, but one large hand clamps down on my wrist and brings me right back to where I was.

“Please, no…” I plead.

“Emelia, if you want to get along here, you will obey me, or life will be very difficult for you.”

“Obey you? Who do you think you are?” I must have some death wish asking him such a question. I’m not thinking straight. Who could in this nightmare?

“Don’t make me answer that, or repeat myself,” he hisses. “Take your clothes off.”

My God… he’s serious. I’m going to have to do this. Obey. What will happen to me if I don’t? What is worse? To be willing and allow him to take me and do whatever he wants to me, or for him to take it violently?

He releases me, and the hardened gaze he gives me now tells me not to push him. If I do… I don’t know what he’ll do to me.

I can’t believe I’m even having these thoughts. His eyes become stormy, turbulent like a tempestuous sea as his gaze rakes boldly over me with lust-filled invisible fingers.

Swallowing hard, I will myself to do this.

With trembling hands, I move the tiny strap of my summer dress down my left shoulder, then my right. I curse myself for choosing to wear this stupid dress because it makes me look cute. It’s also very easy to take off. The dress drifts to my feet the moment I slip off the second strap.

I’m in my bra and panties now. Those and my little ballerina pumps. That’s all I’m wearing.

He gives me a nod, signaling for me to take those off too.

“All of it,” he states, and his jaw tightens.

Which should I start with? My bra or my panties? While I decide, I bend and slip off my shoes… slowly. One, then the other.

No one has ever seen me naked. Not even this much. Nobody, not even my doctors.

I straighten and note the amused look on his handsome face. Amused at me for taking my shoes off and the slowness in which I did it. My hands shake as I reach up to the little butterfly clasp holding my bra together, and I fumble to get it undone. It’s not actually that hard to undo. I just can’t get my hands to work. My breath catches when the clip snaps open, and I wince when the heft of my breasts spill out.

I can’t look at him. The hot blush of humiliation that sweeps through me leaves me breathless and lightheaded. I’m frightened and ashamed. I’m terrified and angry at what I’m being forced to do.

I take off my bra, and it drifts to the floor, joining my dress. My breasts bobble when I bend to push my panties down my legs. Once they’re down, I step out of them and steel my spine, willing myself to be strong.

I keep my gaze ahead, staring at the white of his shirt, avoiding his eyes.

He reaches out and lifts my chin, guiding my gaze back to his. The brush of his fingers on my skin sends a shiver through me. A shiver of sexual heat that I hate. I shouldn’t feel anything for this man. Definitely not anything sexual. No part of what he does next will be with my permission. Nothing. Nothing at all.

He holds my gaze and releases me, but not before brushing his fingers along my neck. Then slowly, slowly he walks around me, circling me the way a predator would its prey. His eyes have a lean, hungry look that grows hungrier, greedier with each passing second.

They touch me everywhere. My head, my chest, my stomach, right down to the smooth mound of my sex, where he lingers before his gaze flicks right back up to meet mine.

“I can see what the talk is all about now,” he comments. I don’t know what he means. “Beautiful…” he adds. My traitorous pussy clenches with need.

I’ve never had a man look at me the way he is. If they have, I wouldn’t have seen them because they would have been scared of my father. I’ve also never had a man call me beautiful either, for the same reason. Not even Jacob.

“Take your hair down for me,” he adds. I pull the band from my ponytail.

As soon as I do, my long dark locks tumble down my shoulders and gather at the small of my back.

The desire in his eyes is a tell that he’s ready to strike. Fear lances through me like a bolt of lightning.

He takes one step closer, and I step back. One more step, and I’m completely pressed up against the wall. I wasn’t far from it in the first place.

He places a hand right by my shoulder, blocking me in so I can’t move. I can’t stop shaking. The terror comes from deep inside. Deep inside my soul. I can’t control it.

Massimo lowers his head until he’s a breath away and smells my hair. Then he reaches down to touch a lock. His fingers brush over my nipples, making them hard. The contact makes arousal ripple through me, and my throat goes dry.

Allowing the ends of my hair to curl around his thumb, he watches, fascinated. Then, when he presses his hand to the flat of my stomach, I know this is it. He’s going to strike. I just don’t know if I’ll survive it.

“Please… not this way. I’ve never…” I wince, hoping he won’t laugh at me and make me feel worse.

“Never… never what, Princesca?” he asks. His warm breath tickles my nose.

“I’ve never… been with a man.”

At the declaration, the devilish smile that lights up his face scares me. It’s unlike the one he gave me before. It holds an air of victory, like he just struck the jackpot.

“Fucking hell. I definitely did well,” he breathes out and chuckles. “Are you on the pill, Princesca? I like to fuck bareback.”

My mouth opens, but I can’t speak. I’m not used to people talking to me like that. His dirty mouth shocks me but at the same time commands a response from my body in a way I don’t like.

“Answer me,” he pushes.

“Yes,” I reply quickly.

“Good girl. Make sure you take them.”

I take the pill for my skin. When my doctor prescribed them, I never even thought about sex.

When the seriousness returns to his face, he releases my hair and runs his thick finger over the flat plane of my stomach, never taking his eyes off me. Pressing into the wall, I try to hold myself up to keep from falling over as he traces the line from my belly up to the deep valley of my cleavage. His fingers flutter lightly over the swells of my breasts then linger on my left nipple. It pebbles at his touch. Wetness gathers deep in my core. He smiles down at me like he knows. Then it occurs to me that maybe he does.

He knows his touch is arousing me. I gulp and fight back tears when he leans even closer and nips the lobe of my ear. It weakens me, and for a moment I give in and allow the arousal to claw through me. My breath comes out in a rasp as I try to catch it.

His fingers return to my stomach, then down he goes. Down, down until his hand cups my sex and his fingers slide over the smooth mound of my pussy.

I gasp when he slides a finger into my virgin passage and starts pushing in and out.

He moves back to my ear and whispers, “Wow, your pussy is so tight. I’ve never fucked a virgin before. I’m definitely going to enjoy you. You feel so good, Princesca. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

My cheeks burn at his dirty words set to control my arousal and encourage my attraction to him. Then my throat tightens so much I think I might faint from the lack of air when he stares down at my pussy and starts pumping in and out faster.

The smile fades from his lips, and his handsome face takes on that hard edge again, hardening as he fingerfucks me into the wall.

Arousal hits me, making me hotter. I moan with each thrust, embarrassed and ashamed that my body is responding to him in such a way. When a jolt of pleasure rockets through me, I lose control completely.

My hands leave the wall and grasp his shirt.

He gives me a wide grin, and I’m shocked when he bends his head to suck my left breast. He starts sucking hard and speeds his movements inside my pussy. Suddenly, pleasure bursts through me. I try to fight it, try to hide it, try to will the sounds of ecstasy away from my lips, but I can’t.

I come. Hard. As I come, I moan so loud I can’t believe the sound escapes between my lips. Wetness gushes from my pussy onto his fingers, and it’s only then that he stops pumping and sucking.

Straightening up, he pulls his finger out of me and holds it up for me to see the glistening juice.

I’m shocked further when he places it in his mouth and licks it off.

The breath leaves me when he crouches down, pulls my hips to his face, and nuzzles his face between my thighs so he can thrust his tongue up into my passage. Arousal sparks inside my pussy again as he laps up the wetness that’s gathered between my legs.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Shame fills me as I watch the gorgeous man who just bought me eating me out. I’m shocked and enraged at myself when my traitorous side admits that I like what he did to me.

When he stands up, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. A lock of his jet-black hair falls over his eye.

My gaze drops to the distinct bulge of his cock pressing against his pants, and I gulp back the fear.

“Well, isn’t this interesting,” he taunts. “Hope you liked the taster, Princesca. Next time will be even better.”

“Next… time?” I mutter, my voice barely audible. I don’t know if I should be relieved that it seems like he might not rape me or worry over next time.

“Next time… I’m not that kind of monster, sweet, innocent Emelia. I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he says, lifting my chin and gripping the edge of my neck. “I won’t take the cherry between your legs tonight. When I do, you’ll give it to me. You’ll want me to take it.”

Fury grips my insides at his confidence. I hate that he seems so sure of himself. He doesn’t know me.

“No, I won’t. I won’t give you anything,” I snap back. He tightens his grip on my neck.

His smile widens, and he nods with the same surety. “Oh, you will. You know why?”

I’m curious. “Why?”

“Because you already want to. Fear and arousal. I can smell it, even now. I smelled it before I made you come. You wanted me at hello.” He lets me go. I sink into the wall, my lips parted. “It’s okay. I wanted you too.”

He winks at me before he turns and walks away. I watch him as he leaves and the door clicks shut. A second later, a key rattles inside the keyhole. I’m locked in.

It takes a moment before I realize I’m not breathing, and the smoke clears from my mind.

This is crazy. I don’t want him. I can’t. He’s the enemy. My enemy. I can’t allow myself to be used this way.

There’s only one thing I can do.

Escape.

I have to try.