Semua Bab The Mafia's Dark Obsession: Bab 51 - Bab 58

Isabella gasped and jumped to her feet immediately. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled. "Mi dispiace, signòra. I'm so sorry." Lucia scrambled around the table, whipping a towel out of her apron to wipe Isabella's shorts. But Isabella saw through the fake apology. She knew immediately that Lucia had done it intentionally. "You did that on purpose." She snapped. "I'm sorry...""That's enough, Lucia." Mario snapped angrily at her. Then he turned to Isabella and bowed. "Please forgive her, signòra.""Mario, she did this on purpose." Isabella repeated angrily. "I will make sure she's punished for it." Mario assured her, then turned to Lucia. "Get out of here."Lucia had felt immense satisfaction pouring the juice on Isabella, but the feeling was fleeting. Now she regretted her actions. She lowered the pitcher to the table and quietly excused herself. Isabella watched her go, utterly annoyed. Since Lucia wanted to play games, she would show her. She lowered to her seat a

Isabella stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the side of neck. Dark red spots dotted her skin, from beneath her ear to her shoulder. It didn't hurt when she touched them, and a moment later, she realized what they were. Hickeys. Proof of Antonio's sinful lips on her body last night. She touched the spots, her finger grazing over them. It brought back memories of that wild night. How he restrained her with chains and tortured her body wickledly, and how he bent her over the couch and fucked her from behind, his lustful groans, the spanks... She shut her eyes, soaking in the memories. The thought of having such wild, erotic sex every night excited her immensely. She could already picture herself in the pleasure room, suspended with the chains, helplessly submissive to him. Her train of thoughts embarrassed her and she quickly changed into the t-shirt and shorts just as Antonio entered the room. She took one look at him and knew immediately that he was pissed. A deep frown furr

It had been too easy for Isabella to find the perfect gown, the type she knew Antonio would love. It was the first thing she saw when she walked into the mall. Black, glittery, short with a sinful high slit, topped with a silver bow. She found the perfect heels to go with it and by the time she stepped out of the mall with Mario behind her, her face was hot with a blush. The ride home was silent. Mario didn't talk much, but the silence around him didn't feel intimidating anymore. Isabella sat at the back of the sleek maybach sedan, watching the other cars blur as they zoomed past the express. Her shopping bag lay beside her on the seat, the sides digging into her waist. She had added a pair of red lacy bra and matching thong, and now that she thought about it, she wondered what Antonio would say when he saw it. She had intentionally bought it because of him, to cause a little trouble. She envisioned it on her body as Antonio led her to the pleasure room. He would restrain her

While Isabella tried not to squirm on top Antonio's lap, one of his acquaintances excused himself from the women seated beside him. He made his way over to Antonio's lounge, sucking on a cigar stick. He was buff, his wide shoulders filling out the brown tuxedo he had on. He had a faded scar running from the top of his left eye to his jaw, and when he flashed a smile, gold incisors peeked from his mouth. Isabella recognized him from the casino. He was the same man who sat beside her on the roulette table, the one she told to bet on a different number. "Don Antonio." He said with a wide grin, easing into the lounge. He puffed out the smoke and lazily glanced at Isabella. "Signòra, I doubt you remember me."Of course she did. When she opened her mouth to speak, the stimulator vibrated against her core and she shut her mouth immediately. She turned and glared at Antonio, but he had his eyes on the acquaintance. "Vincenzo Bianchi." Antonio murmured in greeting. "The club is never compl