Sweet crime

Emilia~

"You weren't supposed to see this!"

His words rang in my ears, as I stared at the unmoving body of the man who used to be my husband.

Marcelo murdered the only man who knew the whereabouts of my long lost sister. He took a man's life, and I bet he enjoyed doing it.

Was this why he had his little gang of tattooed men around? Are they also in on this? Of course they were, they literally call him "Boss".

I noticed that Bronx's lifeless body was tied to a chair. The scars and bruises all over him, were evidence that he was severely beaten and tortured, before a bullet was probably put in his head.

Deciding I had seen enough, I turned around to put as much distance as I could, between myself and Marcelo.

"Stay away from me, you fucking psycho!" I screamed, as I noticed him hot in my pursuit.

Was he about to kill me too? Was I about to face the same fate as my husband? Tears streamed down my face, as I willed myself to run faster.

I literally walked myself right into this one. I should have never come to him in the first place.

Marcelo soon caught up with me, roughly pressing my back, up against a nearby wall.

"No... please!" I pleaded, trying to fight him off.

"Stay fucking still!" He growled right in my face, making me hold my breath in fear.

His grip on my wrists was firm, as he pinned them over my head. One thing was very clear now; I was at his mercy.

"Please let me go, Marcelo." I begged, barely above a whisper now.

"I won't say a word to anyone, I swear!"

"You don't understand, do you?" He asked, a sinister look in his eyes.

"You were never meant to see any of that."

He raised up a hand towards my face, and I flinched on instinct. However, instead of hitting me, he caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, making me let out a whimper.

He was toying with me. Like some sick form of entertainment, he was enjoying my fear.

"...But here we are." He whispered, sending shivers down my spine.

"Please, Marcelo!"

"Please...what?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Please don't kill me."

"And why would I do that? It's no fun." He replied, leaning even closer to me.

I could smell the alcohol in his breath, mixed with the scent of his cologne. It made me a little light-headed, but I tried hard not to show.

His hand was suddenly moving from my face, down to my neck. Firm but gentle was his hold, sending weird tingles running through my body. I frowned at the sudden heat I felt in my nether regions.

"Believe it or not, I've got better plans for you."

"Really dark plans, Em!" He whispered, grazing my ear with his lips.

He slowly traced his fingers down to the valley between my breasts, causing me to inhale sharply.

"Go to hell, Marcelo!" I spat, feeling a sudden surge of anger.

I watched a creepy smile tug at the corners of his lips, as he looked down at me with dark, lustful eyes.

"Oh, lo farò sicuramente." He mumbled, tugging at the buttons of the shirt I was wearing.

"...but I'm taking you with me."

With those words, he tore the shirt off my body in an instant. A small yelp left my lips, as I was now standing in front of him, completely naked.

"Marcelo..."

My words got stuck in my throat, as he suddenly buried his face into the crook of my neck. My legs instantly felt like jelly, as they buckled under my weight.

With one hand, he caressed the insides of my thigh, subtly teasing my aching core. I found myself inching closer to him, as strange sounds escaped my lips. His other hand still kept my wrists firmly pinned above my head.

This was wrong, so wrong! My husband was just murdered, and with him the hope of ever seeing my sister again. Yet, here I was in the middle of some  make out session with a man I once considered to be my "best friend". Here I was, shivering at the touch of those murderous hands.

It felt like I was commiting a crime.

"You can't fight it, Emilia!" He mumbled against my neck, sending jolts of electricity traveling through me.

My legs felt like they had minds of their own. They were parted, giving Marcelo full access to my dripping spot. I was ashamed to admit to myself, how much I wanted him to touch me.

"You see the way your body responds to me?" Marcelo grinned, grazing his lips against my hardened nipples.

"See how you tremble at my touch?"

Fuck! I should really get a grip on myself. Marcelo was way worse than Bronx. He was a murderer!

"Mmm...I'm going to enjoy making you my little whore, Emilia." He said.

"Never!" I blurted out, defiance evident in my voice.

"Who said you have a choice?" Marcelo growled, looking me dead in the eyes.

"You belong to me now. Your body is mine."

A moan escaped me, as his fingers grazed the swollen entrance of my pussy.

"Mine to tease..." he said, bringing his mouth down to my hardened nipples again.

"Mine to toy with..."

I was literally dry humping his leg at this point, desperate for him to take me. However, Marcelo had other plans.

"... and mine to fuck, until I'm satisfied." He finally said, before abruptly pulling away from me.

There was a smug look on his face, as he watched me struggled to catch my breath. I slowly wrapped my arms around myself in a bid to cover whatever dignity I had left...which wasn't much.

So this was going to be my life now? A sex slave at his beck and call?

"You might want to get dressed and join me downstairs for breakfast.