Chapter 6

Amora sat up in her seat, “Your mistress?” She asked, touching one side of her hair and he nodded his head, forcing out his breath.

He can't deny that she looked so beautiful in her mini dress which showed off the right proportions of her body. On a normal occasion, he shouldn't be getting aroused by the few skins a woman is showing off but he was with Amora's case.

He could still remember her face that night, how she grabbed his hair, her hair sprawled on the couch, her eyes shut tight and her mouth screaming his name all night.

He was dying to see that again, for so many times actually and that's why he put up that offer, MISTRESS. That's the only way he can keep someone as useful as her to his side.

Afterall, almost every rich Italian man with a wife has a mistress. It's not so bad if he was to keep one too. Buccolini and his daughter won't dare temper with that.

He threw his leg on top of the other. He brought out his wallet, pulled out a cheque and scribbled.

“This is a cheque of 1 million dollars,” he handed it to her and she collected it, “I have a house in the middle town of Venice Bambino, I'm giving it to you.”

Amora's face widened just like every girl he knew would be over the sight of money and a little show of affluence.

Now she would have no reason to reject him. She stared at the cheque for quite a while, “Name anything you want and I will get it for you.” He continued, “I will make you a real woman Amora. I will make sure you won't have anything to lose when you agree to become my woman.”

“You're married.” She voiced out. Her eyes blinked, flapping her lashes and biting her lower lips which made his breath hitch in his throat immediately.

He was already undoing his tie without knowing, if he never gets a fill of this girl, there's no way he's leaving her alone. He could feel his hardness growing as he kept staring at her face.

“And what if I'm married?” He furrowed his brows at her question, “You can't become my mistress because of that?”

“Don't you love your wife?” She asked again and he came close to her, put a hand on her thigh and caressed her lightly.

“Is that question really necessary?” He asked, touching her nape, he could notice her shaky movement when he touched her nape, “Being my mistress is a big ticket into a life you can never wish for.”

“A life I've never wished for?”

“Yes…” his hand dropped on her shoulder, “I will give you everything you want, name it, money, assets or Affection. I can love you more than your father can ever afford to do.”

Amora looked up to stare at his face, his eyes. The burning desires inside of them made her stomach sing with happiness and pleasures.

“Everything I want?” She asked while he nodded his head, “Do you know what I want?” she asked, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest.

She shifted on her chair, she gripped the handle of her cup but never drank it. She was feeling so many things inside of her.

She could smell every bit of him. His maleness, she loved the way he was speaking to her. He loved the way his palm felt on her skin.

She wanted him. It was written all over her face. The love she wanted, she knew that it was only him that could give it to her the way she wanted it.

“I know what you want the most, bambino.” He said, reading her eyes. “Affetta. (Affection.) You want someone to love you as much as you want.” He added.

“Make your choice, being my mistress is a ticket to a good life.” He whispered, “And you look so beautiful in this dress.” He nibbled her ear slowly.

Amora's brown eyes got darker as she suppressed a moan which made him smirk heavily, “That's it, this sound you make has a way of disrupting the way I think, Bambino.” he whispered again, “I will treat you far more better than your father ever did.”

Her head was swaying, the slow rubbing of her thighs or is it the feel of his words on her ears or is it the way he nibbled at her neck.

“Sarò la tua amante. (I will be your mistress.)” She said and his eyes dilated with satisfaction.

Like he knew that she wouldn't reject this offer, there's no way any girl would've rejected his offer to begin with.

“You don't know how much you have helped yourself Bambino by accepting this offer and I'm going to show you.” He said coming close, taking up their space, one pull of his weight on her and she was sitting down on top of his laps.

“Potresti avere tutto quello che vuoi, Bambino. (You could have me when you want, Bambino.) It's a promise.” He said and touched her hair, her neck going down downward until he was holding her waist, “Did you have enough of me the last time we met?” He asked her and she shook her head.

“I know you wouldn't have enough of me. There's no way you would've…” his phone started buzzing like crazy in his pocket.

He pulled it out and checked it, Vittoria was calling which changed his mood immediately.

He stood up and strolled out to take his call, “Why are you calling me?”

“Why am I calling you? Is that a question you're supposed to ask me? Get your ass down here, don't make me find you Antonio!” She hung up while he roared in anger.

“Is everything okay?” Amora asked, standing behind him, he turned, ignoring her presence.

“Take her home and always keep an eye on her.” He ordered one of his guards, brushed past her like she never existed walking out, got into his car and the chauffeur drove off.

“Antonio,” Buccolini called when Antonio stood in front of him, “Follow me.” He said and took the lead while Antonio followed him closely behind until they went into Buccolini's lounge.

Buccolini's men were there, a man was kneeling on his feet, blood all over his body and face. He was whimpering. “Please, spare my life.” He was pleading while the men kept beating him. A gun pointed to his head.

Buccolini came in with Antonio, grabbed a gun from one of his men and aimed for the man's head. He pulled the trigger and the man fell dead.