Chapter 2

Gianna.

“Please let me go…” I shrieked when Stefano shredded the last piece of clothing which was barely covering my body.

“I’ll let you go when I decide to… I command it!” He bellowed, grabbing my neck and tightening his grip around it.

“You spoiled mafia piccola.” He frowned, the ugly scar on his jaw glaring.

I couldn’t breathe… I gasped for breath but it failed me. I just stood there, eyes shut and my hands slapping his hand as I begged to be let go.

Finally, he pushed me away and I fell right on the bed. He stared at me as a lion would at its prey. The beads of perspiration flooded his face and chest.

“I’ll do anything to pay off the debts… I can cook and I can clean,” I hadn’t finished my sentence when he let out a wild laughter with a glint of scorn in his tone.

“I’ll let the servants watch as I fuck your cunt right here.” He dug his hands in his belt as he loosened it while I watched in horror, gasps escaping my lips. I quickly grabbed a pillow to cover my nakedness.

He tilted his head to one of his servants with a smirk. “Wouldn’t you love to watch as I ravage her innocent body? The bitch said she’s a virgin. We will find out.”

A servant merely smiled hungrily, his eyes traveling from my dirty feet to my bare breasts.

“Stay away from me!” I scampered farther into the bed, but that only excited Stefano, his eyes glinted with possession and desperation.

“I’ll fuck you and clean your cunt real good with this…” he waved a paper tissue to my face.

“And I’ll send it to your father as a souvenir,” he nodded in satisfaction at the creepy idea in his head.

He let go of the black leather pants he had on, revealing his hairy muscled legs which also had tattoos crawling over to his groin.

“See how hard I am?” His cock sprang up with thick veins threatening to tear it apart.

I gulped down a little saliva, my mouth watered. I had only read about men with cocks as huge as this in books and it never left my memory. Today, I was seeing a real cock, only that it was not in the most pleasant way.

The way he stroked his cock, gently, deliberately, till I could see the clear cream of pre-cum on the tip of his shaft.

He walked toward the bed slowly. I only stared at him, I screamed internally but that didn’t even stop him.

His huge form was towering over me now. My lips only quivered in fright, there was no way that huge cock was going into my pussy. I was still a virgin and… wasn’t he at least going to make me feel relaxed to take him?

I never knew it was going to be this hard when I signed away my freedom… my life.

“Hands above your head,” he breathed close to my ear, his voice deep and commanding.

I hesitated, my eyes lingering from one servant to the other. Were they going to really stand there and watch him fuck me? In their presence?

“You only look at me!” He growled, yanking my face back to him. His eyes were dark now and that sent shivers through my spine.

Tears peeled from my eyes, trailing down my cheeks.

He didn’t repeat his commands. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

“You’re wet,” he mumbled as he kissed my lips, his mouth grazing my neck as he ran his fingers through the folds of my pussy.

I only shook my head with my eyes shut, bracing for the pain I was about to go through.

His chest heaved when he breathed. He stared into my eyes, and for the very first time, his gaze was soft and filled with emotion I never knew he had.

“Fuckkkkkk!” I cried out loud when he lunged at me.

The pain was so unbearable that I wanted to break free and bolt out of the door, but I had to endure it… at least for Papa. Tears trickled down my face again... plenty of them. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, the ring on my finger meant nothing… I was engaged to Javier but that wasn’t happening. 

“No… please,” I begged, trying to pull away from the grip he had on my wrist but I couldn’t even move a muscle.

“All I want to hear is your moans… don’t talk,” he spat.

“Now, moan for me,” he thrust deeper, jolting me into another round of pain.

I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never had sex… I didn't know how to moan.

“You love the way I fuck your cunt?” He asked while he continued thrusting, gently this time.

“Ye… yes,” that was obviously a lie.

“You love how I make you feel like a woman?” He asked gently.

“Yes,” I muttered. That was another lie, I hated him for stealing away my virginity in this manner.

This wasn’t what Papa told me… I felt betrayed and dirty.

“Fuck, I’ll stretch this cunt till you can take four big cocks,” he didn’t stop slamming into me as he confessed all the dirty things he would do to me.

“Now, I want you to beg me to fuck you harder,” he said, releasing my wrist finally.

I hesitated. “Please… fuck me,” I found my voice crackling in pleasure. The deed had been done, now I should enjoy it… no pretense.

I didn’t feel the pain anymore. The wetness of my pussy made his big cock go in without friction unlike the first time he thrusted.

“I want to cum inside your mouth, your breasts, and cunt,” he rasped in shaky breaths.

“Yeah… fuck me harder,” I moaned my eyes rolling backward as the dopamine hit me.

“Yeah… like that,” I grinded my pussy to the rhythm of his thrusts.

His hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard and roughly till I could feel the hardness of my nipples. 

“Moan harder,” he said, yanking my thighs apart and fucking me harder, sweat breaking out on my forehead and chest.

I could feel a warm milky liquid spill out from his cock as he moaned loudly.

“Yeah, take it like a slut you are,” he grabbed me by my hair and shoved his cock right into my mouth, pushing it down my throat. 

“Suck it good, piccola,” he went deeper till I went numb, gasping for air… I could feel life slipping away.

His sperm emptied in my mouth while he groaned loudly, his hands tugging tightly on my ginger hair.

“Swallow it,” he ordered and I did so immediately without hesitation while trying to catch my breath.

I wanted to puke, the cum tasted funny. I read it tastes salty or has no taste at all… but this cum… I couldn’t tell.

“Good girl,” he wiped the pink tip of his cock and forced his fingers into my mouth till I licked off every sperm on them.

“Now… let’s make you cum.” He got up from the bed slowly with his eyes on me.

I sat up too, confused by what he meant by that. He took a seat opposite me, and he held out his cigar to one of his servants who lit it.

“Finger your pussy till you cum. I want to watch you do that.” He puffed a smoke in my face.

“Wha… what?” I stuttered in disbelief amidst coughs.

“You deaf?” He cocked a brow with a frown.

I swallowed hard, the taste of his sperm now bitter in my mouth. Slowly, I spread my legs apart, my fingers trembled as I slipped them into my cunt filled with blood and sperm.

“I want to hear you moan, bitch!” He said impatiently, his eyes resting on my bare pussy.

“Oh my…” I groaned while I thrusted my fingers in and out of my cunt.

“Fuck…” tears streamed down my face.

My legs were shaking. I felt almost the same way he made me feel a while back, just that I needed his cock to do the job.

“I want you to go harder,” he grinned in partial satisfaction.

I did as he wanted. I let my fingers run deeper into my pussy till I moaned loudly. Warm milky cum flooding right out of my pussy through my wet folds.

“Fuck!” I breathed, trying to catch my breath.

And this was where my misery began... stay with me.