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Amelia's POV

"Amoretto!" Alessandro's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked up and as he walked closer to me, I could feel my heart thud loudly in my chest.

I now feared this man a fuck lot. It wasn't like I was cool with him before but yesterday's blood shedding event was no child's play.

"How're you, amoretto?" He asked, his voice like music soothing my ears; yet, I could still feel the dark aura around him.

As his intimidating green eyes locked unto mine, the memories of yesterday came rushing in.

I remembered how Julian refused to stand for me, the revelation about his involvement in the Russo Underground Mafia and Alessandro's bullets firing his skull.

I was told by Julian to hack an account I never knew belonged to Don DeMarco. It was the secret account where the funds of the gold shipment were kept.

I never knew I was playing with the tiger's tail. Julian promised we'd relocate and get married in the Bahamas if the operation went successful.

Oh hell, of course here I was in 'The Bahamas'. Tch, I've been a fool.

Julian was only using me to execute his own plans. His master had promised him an high rank in their Mafia; an high position if he was able to get access to Alessandro's secret fund account.

The Russo Underground Mafia wanted nothing but Don DeMarco's downfall.

Julian was gone— dead and here I was, tied down like a lamb.

"Wondering why I didn't kill you yesterday, Amoretto?" Alessandro rasped, his fingers trailing down my skin as he grabbed my jaw.

I flinched, my face wet with tears. I shook my head, I didn't know why he chose to spare my life. Maybe he was waiting for a better way to end my life or better still wanted to make my life more miserable.

"Words, Bella Vita. Speak!" He groaned, slapping me on the face.

"No, Alessandro." I shook my head, speaking up.

His claws dug into my skin as his eyes locked unto mine, holding a deadly glare. "It's 'Master' for you, amoretto, because you're nothing but a slave to me now."

My brows widened at his words. Did I just hear him say 'slave'. Ah, ah I think I heard him wrong.

"I only kept you alive because I thought you'd be useful." He said. "And…" he paused, kissing me hungrily and like the idiot I was, I kissed him back. "Ah, Amoretto. You're so smart!" He remarked, chuckling.

"You are a skilled hacker, you'd be useful for me. Most especially, Dolcezza, you're sweet!" He licked his lips in anticipation as he grabbed my boobs, earning a moan from me as he rubbed my tits.

Hell, that was my weakness. One rub on my tits and I'm gone.

"You're sweet, Amoretto and you'd serve as my sex slave. Your duty is to pleasure me and make me feel good. I have to feel good down here." He led my hand down his groin, placing it on his hardened cock.

"M—master." I stuttered, contemplating whether to speak or not. "I'd accept any other task but being your sex slave? I...I can't do that." I declined, biting my lips.

"Oh, Amoretto. Shut the fuck up!" He hissed, his face contorted in disgust. "You will do as I say and not otherwise, am I clear?"

"Yes, m...master." I quickly answered.

"Baciami, amoretto." He rasped but I frowned as I wasn't understanding his language at all. Yes, I spent most of my life in Italy but I barely understood the Italian language.

But, I guess 'baciami' meant, 'kiss, me.'

"Master, how do you expect me to..to do that when I'm tied down?" I asked, raising brow. This was the only opportunity I had to be freed from this pain.

In the twinkle of an eye, I was let loose and he laid me on the desk, flipping me over.

"Vada pure, Bella Vita!"

"I'd prefer you speak English, Master." I said, cupping his cheeks. I bit my lips, grinding my waist back and forth.

He grinned as he was satisfied by my obedience. All I wanted was to be in control, make him do what I wanted and get a little bit of sympathy.

"Kiss me, Amoretto."

Now, I get it.

Our faces were an inch apart and I could feel his warm breath brushing past my face. I moved my lips closer, making to kiss him but I paused as I was captivated by his beautiful face.

My eyes wandered down his green eyes, his straight nose, small pink lips with a slight cut on the edge and most especially his cologne which smelt like strawberries.

The tattoos he had on his neck, his tanned chest, built abs; everything was driving me crazy.

"Go on, amor…"

"Shhh." I shushed him up, placing my index finger on his lips. I pulled off his shirt, revealing more of his tattoos.

He raised a brow as he watched me do my thing. I guess he noticed I was going crazy.

I was doing things against my will, I felt like I'm being controlled by something and that was the inner bitch in me.

I wonder where I learnt all these from. Julian doesn't like to waste time, he just go ahead fucking after a slight kiss. He never teased me or engaged in foreplay, all he was good at was riding my ass but not making me feel pleasure all over.

His dick was never enough for me but I've learnt to be satisfied with his little rod since I couldn't cheat on him.

I locked my lips with Alessandro's, my hand pulling off his pants. I chuckled, seeing his dick pop out.

Oh, what a nice cock he's got right there. Exactly what I had always dreamt of, not some crooked, little member of a nerdy.

Fuck Julian!

Alessandro groaned as I went on, stroking his dick. He didn't leave me to pleasure him alone, he tore off my pantie, sliding his fingers into me.

Oh, Master! Oh, Don Alessandro DeMarco!

"Amoretto," he whispered, his voice raspy. "Damn it, you're so good at this."

"Mmm…." I moaned, "Scopami, Don Alessandro. Fuck me."