Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“Noooo! Let me go!!!” Rosana screamed as she was being taken away by Sergio’s men. “Let me go!!!”

She couldn’t struggle or fight with them because they were more powerful. All she could do was scream and beg in tears but all of those fell on deaf ears. Sergio had given a command and there was no backing down.

As the men kept dragging her with them, Alfonso appeared from a corner, causing them to halt. He made eye contact with them and they quickly got the message by stepping away from her.

She took deep breaths and turned to glare at the men who now stood with their heads bent. She was relieved that they had finally taken their hands off her. Maybe Sergio changed his mind, she thought.

“If you would excuse me, I will love to go back to my room!” She said to no one in particular and turned to leave.

Before she knew what was happening, Alfonso took a step forward and pressed a white handkerchief to her nose. There was no time to struggle because her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell unconscious.

“Take her to the cell”

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ONE HOUR LATER

Rosana woke up to the sound of a muffled cry. She tried to move her body but she couldn’t. Her hands were tied behind her and she was sitting on a chair. She couldn’t even see because she was blindfolded and a gag was placed on her mouth.

What the hell was happening? She wondered. Where was she? And what was she doing there? Why was she tied up like some criminal? She struggled to release her hand and get out of the chair but she couldn’t. She couldn’t even scream for help.

“Finally, you are awake, Amore mio” Sergio’s deep voice broke in. “I was starting to think you died in your sleep”

Tremors jolted through her limbs and goosebumps cover her skin by just hearing his voice. She tried to scream but it came out muffled so she cried instead. She was so scared. Scared of the unseen.

Sergio stood with arms folded and watched as she tried to break free. Her blonde hair was a mess from struggling and her cheeks were already wet with tears.

Taking steady steps, he walked towards her and removed the blindfold first. She looked around with her heart almost beating out of her chest. Her vision was still blurry even after blinking several times.

Rosana looked around with wide eyes as all the blood drained from her face. Her heartbeat skyrocketed, slamming against her ribcage and buzzing in her ears.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her where she was because she knew already. The room was big enough to contain all types of torture equipment and cages. Hell, she could even see some people and dangerous animals in some of the cages.

Sergio saw the look on her face and smirked. “What is it, Bambolina? I am not even started and you”

Rosana shook her head in fright and tried to speak but it came out muffled. How could he bring her to the cell? The same place he tortures people and does all manner of inhumane things to them?

What did he want with her? What was he planning to do with her? Was he going to torture and lock her up inside one of those cages? Was he going to feed her to his animals? What was he going to do with her? Rosana thought as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She knew she was done for the moment she opened her eyes to find herself in that room, alone with the devil himself.

Sergio opened one of the cages and dragged the man inside. He was all messed up with his urine and blood which had turned black.

“He is one of the motherfuckers who tried to kill my soldiers and steal my goods. The rest are in there but I will use him to entertain you, Bambolina”

Rosana shook her head in protest but he paid deaf ears to it. Instead, he tortured the man in front of her and set his body on fire. The man yelled in pain and pleaded but Sergio kept adding petrol to the fire. When he was fully satisfied with the damages he had done, he put out the fire and returned the man to the cage.

“Entertaining, was it not?”

Rosana shook in fear as she stared at him with teary red eyes. She had been crying the whole time and her body shook uncontrollably. How could she unsee everything he had just done in front of her? How could she erase it from her mind?

Even if she tried, the man’s painful screams for mercy were now stuck in her brain. They kept buzzing in her ears.

Sergio went to stand in front of her, his tall frame hovering above her. She was terrified and wanted to scream her lungs out but she couldn’t because he had not removed the gag from her mouth.

Rosana looked up at him, wishing she could strangle him with her eyes. With his sleeves rolled up, his strong tattooed arms were visible and attractive but none of that mattered to her.

He was as beautiful as a god and the most dangerous of monsters. He was a devil and she never wanted to be anywhere near him.

“You do not have to say it, I know you hate me. But I promise I will make you hate me even more, Amore mio”

Then he lowered himself and parted her legs. Without warning, he traced his fingers between her thighs and inched upward. She started fighting and struggling to get away from him but her actions only nudged him to her entrance.

“You can never fight me, Bambolina.” He smirked, rubbing her through her panties. He kept tracing her slowly and applying a little amount of friction until he felt her getting wet. “I would suggest you ask the thousands that tried but they are all in their graves”

Rosana tried to fight it but she couldn’t. The only thing she could do was cry helplessly. What kind of a man was he? She wondered. After using those hands to spill blood, he was now touching her with it.

He slipped his fingers under her panties and groaned. “Being tied up in here makes you fucking wet huh?” He rubbed her clit and she jumped, trying to escape.

He held her down with his left hand and slammed two fingers into her wetness at once. Her back arched off the chair as her core tightened. She could feel it once again. The unwanted sharp pulses of pleasure racked her body.

“Watching a person being tortured and burned alive turns you the fuck on, hmm?” He asked, slamming his fingers into her core over again. “You are so wet. So fucking tight!”

He kept thrusting inside her, stroking with ruthless skills that drove her over the edge. This time, she couldn’t fight it. Even if she tried to, her body had long betrayed her.

Through the gag in her mouth, she moaned and her back hurt due to how she kept arching it off the chair. She was so close. Very close.

“You hate me so much but you ride my fingers even with the blood on it” Sergio gruffed, thrusting deeper and deeper. His words were supposed to repulse her but instead, they drove her to her climax.

Sergio removed the gag from her mouth, just before she came, arching violently. “Sergio!”

By the time she was able to climb down from the heights, her lungs were burning and her heartbeat skyrocketed, slamming against her ribcage. She closed her eyes weakly, trying to regain her senses. What just happened? She kept asking herself.

Did she just allow Sergio to give her the maddest screaming org@sm in his cell? A place she’s supposed to hate and not derive pleasure in it?

“You always taste perfect, Bambolina. So fucking perfect!”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Opening her eyes, she watched him suck his fingers while looking at her with dark metallic eyes. Heat radiated from her inside, almost burning her up.

“Vai all’inferno, Sergio” She spoke through gritted teeth. [Go to hell, Sergio!]

“Where do you think I came from, Amore mio?” He replied with a deadly smirk, sending shivers down her spine