Chapter 8

She swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew she couldn’t refuse him—the ruthless Italian don would never take a “no” from her. More importantly, she knew she couldn’t give that devil any reason to doubt her. So she composed herself, trying to forget that a dead body was lying only a few feet away, and that the devil mafia king was about to fuck her right there.

“Mr. Mancini, I charge extra for such special conditions,” she said, and suddenly her tone turned sensual, making Luciano’s face twist in annoyance. He was enjoying seeing her terrified, reminding him of how she used to be five years ago—like a nervous kitten.

Now she was making the offer as if it were completely normal for her to be in the same room as a murdered man, his dead body lying there while having sex—as if she had done it many times before. It made him furious at her audacity. And hearing the reality that she was doing this for money—and with any man—made him feel disgusted. He spat with hatred,

“How much do you charge for getting fucked in front of a corpse?”

Rosa cringed at his choice of words but didn’t show it openly.

“Hundred grand,” she demanded, with a sexy smile.

“Deal,” he said. 

She wasn’t surprised—hundred grand wasn’t a big deal for him—but then he added,

“How much for fucking you beside that dead body?”

Her mind went blank. No. That was going too far.

“How about two hundred grand? I think it will be enough,” he said as he began to rise to his feet, lifting her with him from his lap. But Rosa screamed in fear.

“No! Please, don’t do this!” she cried, clinging to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, unwilling to be set down beside the dead body.

A muscle ticked in Luciano’s jaw. He knew she was pretending to be bold—there was no way she wasn’t terrified of a dead man lying in his blood.

“Too bad. Your loss,” he said, flipping her onto the sofa. His hands worked over his pants, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper.

The next moment, he entered her with one hard thrust. She gasped—God, he really did have to have such a giant cock. 

Every time he entered her, it felt like he was splitting her in two with the pain. But even that pain wasn’t enough to make her forget her fear—the gun in his hand still brushed against her, reminding her that one mistake and he could shoot her dead.

He began rolling his hips faster, lifting her legs onto his shoulders and slightly raising her hips from the sofa. The position was so painfully deep that she could literally feel him inside her to her womb, and she knew she could get pregnant this way if his seed was released where it needed to reach.

As he thrust into her deep and fast, she forgot about the dead body or the gun still in his hand. Her body was numb from pleasure, her mind spinning from ecstasy. No matter what kind of monster he was, he knew very well how to satisfy the women beneath him.

His cold, unreadable eyes studied her face, finding her flushed cheeks, parted lips, half-open eyes clouded with desire, and fast, heavy breaths fanning his face frustratingly fascinating. He never wanted to stop—but as she clenched around him, crying out loudly as she came, he couldn’t help but climax at the same time.

For a moment, he was blank, drowned in pleasure—but then he realized he had never lost control like this. No woman had ever made him climax without his will. That thought only fueled his anger further.

He stared down at the little vixen beneath him, her eyes now closed, breathing heavily, panting loudly, seeming almost breathless.

He crashed his mouth onto hers with fierce anger, kissing her roughly and making her already swollen, red lips bleed. Rosa cried and moaned, clenching her eyes tightly in pain. She tried to free her lips, but he was so overpowering and heavy that she couldn’t move him an inch. It was so difficult for her to breathe, and she felt herself about to faint before he finally broke the kiss.

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears and anger, but he only gave her a dark glance. 

Wiping the blood from her lips with his thumb and then sucking it into his own mouth, he rasped, “I’m paying a hundred times more for this—so why can’t I get my money’s worth?”

The taunt and mockery in his tone made her avert her eyes. She knew he was a devil incarnate in human form, yet she still couldn’t bear to see him so cruel and inhuman. She couldn’t believe that the man she once loved could be like this, even after everything that had happened.