All Chapters of 14 Days With The Mafia Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELAINE "You'll put on a little show for me. Take your clothes off and touch yourself. I want to see you come."To say I was shocked by Giovanni's order would be the understatement of the year.I knew he was bringing trouble as soon as he kicked my door in and stormed his way inside, but I would've never thought he'd insist on this.Even though common sense and propriety told me to call his bluff and run as fast as I could, my traitorous body was excited at the prospect of being naked in front of him. For him.I couldn't deny that despite the bitter spat we were currently in the middle of, his staring at me with those devilishly hooded eyes inflamed my red-hot attraction for him that I thought I'd buried all those years ago.Insanely embarrassed by where my thoughts were going, I reached behind me and drew down the zipper of my skirt.By then, I'd managed to quell my tears. There would be no more weeping for today."You can do this, Elaine," I muttered to myself before I let go of my

ELAINEWe landed in Paris about an hour ago and were driving through the vibrant streets of Paris on the way to Giovanni's house.I hadn't known this was our destination until we pulled up to the gated estate. As we drove, I stared in awe at the stunning mansions we passed.I was grateful Giovanni had opted to take a different car and leave me with his two buff bodyguards. It allowed me to openly feel the awe from seeing such magnificence that was obviously all over my face.I noted armed guards in black patrolling every giant house we passed. Living here must cost a fortune. No wonder Giovanni owned property here. Just another reason to flaunt his massive wealth.Mixed feelings of anger and giddiness enveloped my stomach as his name popped into my head. The man blew hot and cold, and it was confusing the hell out of me.One minute he was sweet as pie, comforting me when the roar of the plane terrified me, showing me that he was capable of tenderness. The next moment he was brushing m

ELAINEFear.That's all I feel when Giovanni mentions my little boy. My sweet little boy.“I don't know what game you're playing, Giovanni,” I stammered through my wildly beating heart. “But you need to leave my son out of it.”“Then you need to comply,” he growled. “So that doesn't happen. Follow my instructions like the good little toy you are, and we won't have any problems.”Unshed tears burned in the back of my eyes. That wasn't nearly as painful as swallowing my pride and nodding my agreement. “Okay, fine. Whatever you want. Just leave my boy out of this.”When he threatened my little boy, I had no other choice but to concede and do what he said. He started to undo the delicate little buttons holding the pink nightie I was wearing together. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. They broke free and slipped down my face.As Giovanni worked, I hated how my body responded to his every touch. My nipples hardened and strained at the fabric of the nightie, begging for attention from h

GIOVANNI“Sì papà, (yes father), I’ve seen to the shipment myself,” I told my father on the phone. “There was a slight delay, but everything is on track to arrive this week.”My father started in fast Italian, but I tuned him out as my office door opened and Elaine and Butch entered.My French secretary, Julie, looked up from her tablet and scowled at the interruption.My eyes locked with Elaine's blue ones, and a smirk formed on my face as she glared at me.My dick twitched as she took a defiant pose in front of me with her arms folded. Her beauty was somehow enhanced when she was angry.She was still fully clothed, and I hadn't touched her, but already my dick was ready for action.Eager to get to business, I nodded to Butch for him to take his leave. Getting my non-verbal message, Butch gave a nod of assent and retreated outside. With my father still going strong in his tirade, I turned to the only other person in the room: Julie.“Ce sera tout. Tu devrais y aller maintenant, Julie

ELAINEIt was now dark—the day had long since turned to evening.As Giovanni had said, a lady did come to the mansion—she introduced herself as Ava, my personal stylist—and we went on a shopping spree with Giovanni’s black Amex. And it wasn't the cheap stuff we got.With Ava doing the actual shopping and me acting as her footman, she piled on dozens of designer dresses, skirts, and blouses for me to try.By the time I was done trying on the clothes and she’d selected the ones she thought flattered me, I was exhausted. When they rang up our bill, I had to stop my jaw from dropping at the exorbitant price. Never in all my years had I spent six figures on clothes, which led me to wonder what Giovanni's endgame was.Why was he spending so much on me when I owed him? This whole arrangement was to pay off a large sum of money, not accumulate it. Why did he care that I looked nice at this ball?The contradicting thoughts created such dissonance I began to feel weird. And then I realized he p