The Mafia And His Angel: Part 1 (Tainted Hearts 1)

I was exactly what Alberto said. A whore. What kind of woman feels turn on by a strange man who whispers such vulgar words? I had been raped repeatedly by my fiancé. And now I felt turned on by a monster exactly like him.

“What if I don’t want it?” I asked, trying to remain coherent as I felt my knees begin to buckle.

Alessio smirked. “Oh, kitten. You want me. I’m turning you on right now, aren’t I? I can see it.” He was filled with so much confidence and arrogance. I hated it.

He licked my neck again, then bit down. I moaned as he sucked on my tortured skin.

“I can feel it,” he murmured against my skin. Shaking my head, I tried to move away but it was no use. “I can smell it.”

He wouldn’t let me go. I was feeling dizzy and giddy. It was surreal. I wanted him, but at the same time, I wanted to sink down and cry.

He stepped away slightly but not too much, still crowding my space.

“I will never take a woman against her will,” he said as he stared into my eyes. At his words, my heart started to calm down. “But, kitten, you want me. I know it and you know it. I will not fuck you until you beg me.” His vulgar words went through my body and I trembled.

Alessio leaned close again. I could feel his breath on my lips. “You owe me, kitten. And don’t forget. I own you. You do what I tell you. So, it’s simple. Do you want me?”

I started to say no, but he brought his finger to my lips. “And don’t even think of lying. Lying will just get you in more trouble.”

I swallowed hard and my heart was beating hard against my ribcage and my palms started to sweat. My breathing was irregular and I felt like was suffocating. Alessio’s blue eyes were fixed on mine.

Blue and green.

We stared at each other with a mixture of emotions. Desires. Lust. Excitement. Fear. Anticipation.

Oh, dear God, what have I gotten myself into?

Chapter 8

As I stood there, trapped in his arms, I was speechless. What could I say?

Yes meant submitting to him. It would mean I was ready to be his whore. When I ran away from Alberto, I promised myself that I would never be at the mercy of another man again.

Yet, here I was, cornered by Alessio and I couldn’t even say no.

He stared at me for a few seconds, his gaze intense as he waited for my answer. But I defiantly stayed quiet, pursing my lips together, refusing to utter a response. Not replying was better than replying, right?

That was what I thought. But I was wrong.

Alessio gave me another of his devilish smirks and I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.

That smirk didn’t look nice. Definitely not good.

He leaned in, his lips lightly brushing my ear. “You like testing me, don’t you?”

My body was shaking. But even under the layers of fear and anger, my body was responding to him. His rough, hard voice sent a shiver through my body. I refused to acknowledge what I was feeling. It was wrong. I shouldn’t have been feeling that way.

But as much as I wanted to act strong, I felt weak.

Alberto’s voice echoed in my head as I stared at Alessio’s hard chest.

Weak. So pathetic. Look at you. All broken. You are nothing but a low, dirty whore.

Old memories came to a screeching halt when I felt a hand on my chin, tilting my head up. My eyes snapped open and I looked up at Alessio.

His fingers were firm on my chin, holding my head still as he moved in closer until our bodies were plastered together. So close that it would have been impossible to even push a thin string in between us.

His heat enveloped my body and I didn’t feel cold anymore. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I felt sure that he knew.

The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over my full soft lips, and I gasped at the sensation. His touch traveled all the way down to my body and I pressed my legs together.

Why? Why did I feel that way with him?

I inhaled a desperate breath, moving my eyes away from his, looking everywhere but at him. My eyes moved desperately around the room, trying to find something that would keep me grounded.

Think, Ayla. Think.

I felt Alessio shift, his shirt moving against my sensitive skin, and I bit my lips, trying to hide another moan.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, anchoring me to his body while he slowly brought his other hand down.

“So, do we have an agreement?” he asked. Alessio pushed his knee between my legs, slightly pushing them apart.

The thought of him taking me was so demeaning, but even through my disgust, as hard as it was for me to admit it, I also found that thought very appealing.