MY CASANOVA MAFIA CHAPTER 2

Valentine's tears dripped down her face to blend with the salty taste of her sweat as she wept. Her skin was cut by ropes binding her, but that did not compare to the burning agony within her chest. She spoke, her voice broken with pain and pain alone, whispering confusedly, suffocated.

"Why have you done this to me, Arnulfo? What am I guilty of?"

Her words hung there in the air like a prayer, a desperate plea for some answers. She was no prisoner in some cold, dark cell, after all. She was locked away in his world—a world she never wanted to exist in. And the man she had once thought of so charming now seemed to be that very thing she had most come to fear.

Let me go.

Her voice cracked, trembling under the weight of everything she could not understand. But all she got for an answer was silence, a thick, oppressive quiet that seemed to suffocate her soul.

Then, she heard his footsteps, slow and deliberate. Her heart began racing as she looked up to see him approaching. He was so close that she could feel his breath upon her face, looming over her, his dark eyes fixed upon her with an intensity that made her catch her breath in her throat. There was no trace of kindness in his gaze now. Only hunger.

"You think you can just walk away from me?" Arnulfo's voice was low, as dangerous as a storm on the horizon. He knelt down next to her, fingers combing through the damp tendrils of hair from her face, resting there for just a little too long.

Valentine recoiled in a spasm of terror and anger. She pulled on the ropes binding her to the chair, but they were too tight.

He bent over, his lips skimming across her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"I won't let you go, Valentine. You are mine!" he whispered, his voice full of desire, full of control.

Her stomach recoiled in disgust. She rolled her head to one side, trying to get as far from him as possible; he would not let her go.

Arnulfo cupped her face, jerking her head back sharply to meet his own in an abrupt, savage motion. His fingers bit into her skin, the possession in his touch claiming as he spoke.

"You are mine," he whispered again, his voice thick with almost feral need.

The words, the way he said them, made her skin crawl. But she wasn't going to let him break her.Not without a fight.

With strength fed by pure fury, Valentine spat in his face. "You son of a bitch!"

The words were like fire, piercing the tension in the room. The insult cut through him like a knife, but instead of rage, there was something else in his eyes—a twisted satisfaction, as if her anger fed him.

He wiped the spit from his cheek slowly, never breaking eye contact. For a brief moment, his lips curled into a half-smile, but it was dark, predatory.

 "You will learn what it means to belong to me, and I will show you how it feels to be mine."

The words became suspended in the air, chilling her down.They held a kind of power that was hard to ignore, teetering between passion and possession. But Valentine wasn’t afraid of him. She would fight.

The ropes cut into her wrists as she used all her strength to shove against them, the muscles tightening in her body as a wave of anger mounted from her chest.

 "I won't be your prisoner."

He said nothing for a moment. His eyes searched hers, dark and unreadable. Then, with a flicker of something unspoken, he stood, stepping back, his gaze lingering on her face like a storm waiting to break.

"I don't need you to understand," he said coldly. "But you will. In time."

Valentine's voice rang out in the silence of the room, raw and desperate as she screamed, "Help! Somebody help me!"

Her cries echoed off the walls, bouncing into the vast emptiness of the isolated villa. But no answer came, only the relentless crash of the waves beyond the balcony, mocking her with their indifference.

Arnulfo stayed unmoving, his cold eyes growing even harder as he stood there watching her struggle at the ropes. He started to step closer, slowly but methodically, his dominance overwhelming the room.

"Scream all you want," he stated, a cruel amusement running through his voice. "Nobody hears you, my sweet Valentine."

The endearment dripped like venom from his lips and froze Valentine, her chest heaving as she glared at him with a mixture of rage and terror.

He leaned down so close that the scent of him-an intoxicating blend of musk and danger-infused her senses. His finger brushed against her quivering lips, a touch so light it sent shivers through her.

"Next time," he whispered darkly, his voice low and filled with a twisted passion, "you’ll scream of sensations."

Valentine recoiled, the ropes biting into her wrists as she tried to pull away. Her heart pounded, her body trembling not with fear, but with fury that bubbled up like molten lava.

"You’re disgusting," she spat, her voice sharp despite her trembling frame.

Arnulfo's lips twisted into a smirk, and his eyes narrowed as he absorbed her defiance. Slowly he rose from the bed, over her like a predator savoring the struggle of its prey.

"You can call me whatever you want," he said quietly but with an undercurrent of danger. "Hate me if it helps you sleep at night. But remember this: you belong to me now. Your cries, your fury, your fire—it's all mine."

Her hands clenched into fists against the ropes, the urge to lash out at him nearly overwhelming.

"You’ll never own me," she hissed, her voice a razor cutting through the tension.

Arnulfo chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. He tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

"We’ll see,my dear Valentine" he said simply, turning away and walking toward the balcony.

And standing there, framed by the endless sea, Valentine's mind was racing. She couldn't let him win. She couldn't let this man take everything away from her. The defiance inside her flared up, and even in this vulnerable position, she swore to herself that she would fight.

He slightly turned his head as if he could feel what she was thinking, and his voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"You can keep fighting me, Valentine. It’s what makes you. captivating. But you’ll learn that no one escapes me."

With that, he walked out, leaving her tied, furious, and vowing to never let him break her.