Marco grabbed a hank of her hair and pulled her head back making her whimper in pain, ‘Does that hurt little princess? Good, it’s supposed to but I think your real punishment will hurt a whole lot more.’ He cackled and she tried to struggle when she felt them lifting her skirt her breathing hitched as she felt their hands running over her ass, ‘Let’s have these off her I want her ass naked so she feels everything.’ One of them grunted and she wanted to scream when a sharp tug tore her lacy thong from her body leaving her exposed to them and they did not waste any time. The whistle of the leather belt as it whipped through the air was all
Both the Dons were married and they knew if Dante found out what they were doing he would kill them but she excited their lust and desire to put a woman in her place. Both men frequently punished their wives and would also do the same to their daughters when they were old enough usually when they started taking an interest in boys.All the Mafia fathers deemed that if a girl was old enough to be interested in a boy then she was old enough to face adult punishment. Gabriella was taken into a small anteroom in the villa by the two men who towered over her, they stood looking at her for a few minutes and she felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. It did not take a psychologist to see both men were highly aroused at having her as their captive and she was not surprised when Anton snapped at her, ‘Strip.’
‘You can stay here and think about showing your Don a little respect Gabriella, I will not be spoken to in that way in front of my people and frankly, your behaviour had been appalling. I will discuss it with you when you have calmed down enough to stop behaving like a spoilt child.’ His tone was so patronising she screamed at him in anger grabbing the nearest ornament to throw at him as he walked out and locked the door behind him hearing it shatter against the wood. Gabriella did not calm down, if anything she got angrier and angrier when he kept her locked up for days. Dante knew he was in the wrong, he just wanted to keep her safe killing the two Dons had almost started a war until he let the other Dons know why he had done it. Every last one of them agreed they would have done the same thing if they had messed with their women but they also warned him to keep his little hell-cat under control. They di
Matteo said looking at Dante and he saw his eyes darken, ‘You think it is that easy do you? Drag her to my bed and take her by force if she refuses me again?’ Matteo sat up and looked straight at the Don his eyes never wavering, ‘It’s what you would do with any other woman Boss.’ He replied succinctly and Dante sighed again, ‘I know Matteo, I know but Gabriella is different to all those other women, she’s so, well, she’s special and I fully intend to marry her when she is older, maybe twenty or twenty one.’ Matteo’s mouth fell open in shock,
Gabriella lay still beside Dante, she was fighting not to cry, he always had this effect on her and she hated herself because she could not refuse him. He knew it too, he only had to kiss her or touch her and she melted into his arms and let him take her and claim her every single time. She stiffened as he propped himself onto his elbow and lifted her chin, ‘No more ignoring me little Princess, I will not allow it, you are mine and you will share my bed every night. When I go out you will come with me as my woman, soon I will put a ring on your finger then the world will know you belong to me.’ He caught her chin and looked into her wide emerald eyes his brilliant cyan blue ones glittered possessively,
Gabriella groaned and tried to roll onto her belly to stand up but pain flared through every limb and she curled into a ball whimpering. ‘Hey, hey, what the fuck, are you okay?’ ‘I, I don’t know, everything hurts.’ He acted on instinct scooping her up and carrying her to his car then laying her gently on his back seat flinching as she cried out softly when her body connected with the fabric. Not waiting for permission he ran his hands over her small body looking for any injuries, she whimpered but did not cry out just looked up at him with terrified emerald green eyes.
He dropped the pan he was holding with a loud crash as it hit the floor making her jump and sit back ready to run fear clouding her features once more. Instantly he was apologetic, ‘I’m so sorry, I did not mean to scare you but I am sure you just said you do not like pasta?’ Gabriella eyed him warily not sure of how he was going to react but she still nodded her head, ‘That’s right, I can’t stand the stuff, just the smell of it turns my stomach and if I try to eat it …’ She had to place her hand over her mouth as she dry heaved, this girl was genuine pasta made her sick, he could not help the loud guffaw that left his lips, ‘This is priceless, you have been living in Sicily, that is just like Italy, the home of pasta, where it is eaten with practically every single meal and you do
She snarled back at him unafraid and furious at the accusation on her dead mother's behalf and the man dared to laugh, ‘Oh yes, look at that fire, you are her daughter, you have her temper to match all that beautiful hair.’ She cried out in shock when he wrapped her red/gold locks around his fist and tugged her head back sharply, ‘Where did you hide little Maldini? Who protected you? How on earth did Dante find you and claim you?’ She stared into cold grey eyes and defiantly remained silent his eyes flashed and he leaned closer, ‘No matter, your Master, Don Dante will pay a pretty penny to have your ‘safe’ return, no doubt.’ He turned to his guards,