Chapter 6

Luciano’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning with anger when he heard her absurd reason.

“You’re very adventurous, Rosie,” he gritted out with disgust, and Rosa smirked, sensing the hatred in his tone.

Well, yes. Hate me and get lost from my life again, she spoke in her mind.

But outwardly, she just shrugged, making an innocent face.

He snorted, making a sarcastic expression, and spat out, “You want a different man every night to sleep with? Not even for double the payment?”

“No, Mr. Mancini, not even triple payment will work. I work on my conditions,” she said with an impassive face.

He glared at her for a while. She knew who he was and what he was capable of, yet she still dared to piss him off. This little Rosie had surely become very bold. But Luciano Mancini wasn’t used to taking a no.

“Well, it wasn’t a proposal but a demand. I want you in my bed for two weeks, and that’s not negotiable.”

Rosa’s mouth dried, and her heart sank with her sense of doom. Fuck—she had never thought he would be so intrigued by her after one night, when he had never paid attention to her even while living in the same house for six months. 

What an idiot—an absolute masterpiece of idiocy and assholeness.

She masked her terror with feigned confidence and spoke in a calm tone. “No, Mr. Mancini. I am sorry. But I don’t do one-week bookings. I only work per night. If you want a booking for two weeks, find someone else,” she stammered, trying to come up with a quick excuse.

God help her escape this ruthless mafia boss.

Luciano’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t pull away and remained hovering over her face. His expression remained unreadable. “You work only at night, huh?!”

“Y-yes,” she mumbled with nervousness.

“Alright then, I will book you for every night for two weeks,” he said with an intense, dark expression. 

Rosa’s face turned pale with nervousness despite her efforts to remain composed. And now the Italian don became very angry. 

Was he really that bad in bed that she was making excuses not to be with him again, and was that one night really a mistake? Now he wanted answers, and the only way was to take her to his bed again and see whether she screamed in fake pleasure or reached a real orgasm when he buried himself deep in her dripping pussy.

“But Mr. Mancini…” she started to make another excuse to refuse him, and this frustrated him further. Without warning, he slammed his lips onto hers and kissed her hard—rough, almost punishing.

Rosa’s eyes slid closed, and an involuntary moan left her mouth when he thrust his tongue between her lips and tangled it with her tongue.

Her body surrendered in his arms, and her hands unknowingly clutched the suit jacket of her ex-husband as his passionate kiss made her knees weak and her legs turn to jelly. But the next moment, he broke their kiss, panting and breathing heavily, his lips still hovering above hers. But Rosa didn't open her eyes. She didn't dare to.

“What’s your rate?” he asked, remembering what she had told him. “Ten grand? I’ll pay you double,” he murmured, his voice low, hoarse, and dangerous.

Though the offer was tempting, the risk was even greater, and Rosa was unwilling to give in.

“No, I…” she began to reason. But again, he caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting hard and pulling roughly, making her gasp and close her eyes again before he released it with a pop and whispered, “Fifty grand per fuck. And there’s no limit to how much you can make in a night.”

Her eyes fluttered open in shock. Why was this cruel mafia ex-husband of hers so desperate to torture her in his bed? Yes, torture—that was all he wanted to do to her for having sex with him last night by fooling him. And she knew that if she refused his offer, he would surely suspect her motives. No, she couldn’t take that risk. She couldn’t let him find out.

So she curled her arms around his neck and arched her back sensually before smiling sweetly.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were so happy with my service, Mr. Mancini,” she said. “Is it because no woman has ever pleased you in bed the way I did last night? I mean, seriously… you must have had countless women in your bed, but none of them compare to me, right?”

She batted her lashes at him, feigning innocence, though her taunting tone betrayed her amusement.

“Don’t be so happy about it. I only like to own things, and now I want to own you for two weeks,” he said in his deadly cold voice, and Rosa shivered at the effect of his icy tone. Of course, she was right—he wanted to torture her, and now nothing would work on this devil who seemed determined to ruin her soul, as if he hadn’t already ruined her life.