Chapter 4: Provoked

 

It had been a few days—I couldn't even recall how many had passed; everything had happened so swiftly, like a whirlwind. Now, I found myself once again staring at the walls of the room I was confined to.

To say I was frustrated would be an understatement. My mind was a mess, and my emotions were all over the place. Who wouldn’t be frustrated? My parents had essentially sold me off to marry a mobster without even consulting me. Vincenzo Romanov was a lunatic, and yes, he was filthy rich, but my parents... really?

Though they weren't my biological parents, I had considered them my own. I had agreed to this whole setup under the impression that I would be helping them broaden their connections and influence. I had no idea I would be marrying into the mafia.

Now, my life was completely upended before I even realized it.

Especially after what happened between Vincenzo and I.

Suddenly, flashes of what had happened a couple of nights ago flooded my mind.

“…I-I… I want you.”

He looked at me deeply in the eyes. His blue eyes were filled with desire and an emotion I cannot name. But I knew he wanted me, too.

Leaning down, he whispered, “I’ll make you good, then…”

Just like that, he pulled out his finger and licked it before my eyes. And what he did next shook me to the core. Vincenzo’s lips found my pussy as he licked, eat, and played with it. Simultaneously, he inserted his two fingers inside of me while his mouth and tongue pleasured me at the same time.

I couldn’t help but to gasp and covered my mouth with my lips. My eyes rolled heavenwards as his skilled tongue worked its magic on me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I struggled to stifle my moans, my hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as ecstasy enveloped me.

Vicenzo's fingers moved inside me with a rhythmic precision, hitting all the right spots and driving me to the edge of madness. His lips and tongue explored every inch of my throbbing clit, teasing and tormenting me in the most delicious way possible.

I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, every touch sending me closer to the brink of ecstasy. My body arched uncontrollably, aching for release as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure he bestowed upon me.

As his mouth continued its relentless assault on my sensitive flesh, I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion. The tension coiled within me, threatening to snap at any moment as I desperately sought the release he promised.

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he plunged his fingers deeper inside me, his mouth intensifying its assault on my clit. A wave of pure ecstasy crashed over me, tearing through my body with an intensity I had never known before.

I cried out in ecstasy, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every sensation magnified tenfold as I succumbed to the blissful oblivion he had wrought upon me.

As I slowly came back to myself, I found Vicenzo watching me with a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph. I could only lie there, spent and trembling, unable to form coherent thoughts as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through me.

In that moment, I knew that I was his completely, body and soul. And as he leaned down to claim my lips in a possessive kiss, I knew that I wouldn't have it any other way.

"After all, you’re just a woman…" he murmured with a smug look on his face as he towered over me. I clenched my teeth, avoiding his gaze.

What did he mean by that?

Was he belittling me because I'm a woman? Or was there another implication? Regardless, I didn't appreciate being taunted for acting out of desperation. I succumbed to the heat of the moment and willingly offered myself to him. So what? It was inevitable given our circumstances. We were destined to marry sooner or later, so why not now?

Besides, I had nothing left to lose.

Being adopted and then sold off to a wealthy man had already stripped away what little remained of me.

"I’ll leave you for now, bellezza. Call me if you need anything," he said before standing and donning his shirt.

As the door closed behind him with a resounding slam, I finally exhaled a sigh of what felt like relief. He was finally gone.

It was a night etched into my memory with a blend of fear and desire. The way Vincenzo's eyes had bore into mine, filled with a hunger I couldn't comprehend. His touch, both tender and possessive, sending shivers down my spine. I had felt powerless under his gaze, yet strangely drawn to him.

But amidst the haze of passion, there was a lingering sense of unease. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being swept into something dark and dangerous, something far beyond my control. And now, as I sat alone in this room, those feelings only intensified.

I couldn't ignore the sinking realization that I had willingly walked into a trap, ensnared by my own naivety and desperation. My future now seemed bleak and uncertain, shackled to a man who saw me as nothing more than a possession.

"Miss, are you okay?" asked the maid, Arcel.

I glanced at her but remained silent. What could I possibly say? There was nothing she could do to help me; we were both equally powerless in this situation. It felt futile to engage in conversation when there was no solution in sight.

"You... haven’t eaten your breakfast or lunch, miss. Please, at least consider having your dinner," she said, her voice laced with concern. I couldn't help but feel guilty for burdening her with my troubles, but I had no appetite whatsoever.

"Just leave it there," I replied flatly, lacking the energy for conversation. I was simply exhausted—worn out from everything that had transpired.

The door slammed shut shortly after. I assumed Arcel had left the room, but I was mistaken. A deep, angry voice resonated through the room, causing me to freeze in fear.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Vicenzo's furious presence filled the room, his anger palpable as he confronted me. I forced myself to meet his gaze, refusing to cower in the face of his rage.

"I asked you a question," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

I swallowed hard, steeling myself against the rising tide of fear. "I'm not hungry," I replied defiantly, my tone matching his intensity.

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in their depths. "You will eat when I tell you to eat," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

I bristled at his domineering tone, my own anger flaring. "You don't get to control me," I shot back, my voice trembling with suppressed fury.

For a moment, there was silence as we stared each other down, the tension crackling between us like electricity. Then, with a frustrated growl, Vicenzo turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone once again.

I exhaled a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Despite my defiance, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that I was playing a dangerous game—one that I might not win. But I refused to back down, determined to assert my independence in whatever small way I could.

"Do not test my patience, bellezza," Vicenzo's voice cut through the air like a blade. "I may be generous to you, but I can be the greediest person once provoked."