"No, I don't want to learn!" she yelled, pushing him back. She was about to run, but he grabbed her by the wrist, and in seconds she was under him."It's not nice for you to run away when I’m talking.""I'm old enough to think and decide about what to listen to, whether to leave or stay during a talk. "If it's too strong for you to understand what I’m saying, then let me simplify it. "It’s my wish to either stay or leave." She scowled back at him.He took a step back at her sharp reply. He had known she had a quick tongue, but he had expected a scared little kitten, not the tigress now standing in front of him."Talking back to me is bad for you," he said."How else can I break it down for you? That’s my wish!"Vincenzo leaned in and pecked her lips tightly. Her eyes widened in shock."This is my wish," he murmured.She pushed him back and got up from the bed, but Vincenzo stretched out his leg in her path. She lost her balance and fell back onto the bed… right over him."This is what
The meeting finally ended, and Vincenzo stepped out of the conference room. He didn’t walk away immediately… instead, he leaned back against the wall, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his eyes were as sharp as a blade. He wasn’t looking at just anyone. His gaze was locked on Seraphina.She stood a short distance away, tossing playful remarks at his security team, who were clearly trying to hold back their laughter. Every time she poked fun at them, their lips twitched, their shoulders shook, and a few snorted under their breath. It was harmless fun to her, but one look at Vincenzo’s eyes said he didn’t find it harmless at all.The instant she caught his glare, her grin faltered. His eyes were pure danger with a mix of evil and warning that made her instincts scream at her to run. Without another thought, she slipped her shoes off in one quick motion, spun on her heel, and dashed straight toward Emma’s room. She slammed the door behind her and twisted the lock until it clicked
He couldn't resist after seeing her cuteness. He sealed her lips. She gasped in shock by his sudden kiss. He used his tongue for axis, and he entered her mouth while playing with her tongue. His hands were exploring her waist, he grabbed her lower lip in between his teeth and placed a sharp bite on her lip.She moaned with pain, which turned him on more. He sucked her lower lip, tasting her blood.He slowed a little to hold some air. Seraphina used the opportunity to push him back with force.********Tears started flowing down her cheeks, each drop sliding stubbornly like it refused to stop. The sight made Vincenzo angry and confused at the same time. He couldn’t understand her. ‘Why are women so hard to understand?’ "Moments ago you had a gun on my goddamn head, and now you’re crying?!" His voice cracked through the air like a whip, deep and sharp. "It’s all your fault; you provoked me." Now stop crying!"His scowl darkened, but instead of shrinking away, she stepped right into hi
"Emma, I am asking you a question.""Boss is actually not as evil as you thought," Emma began, her voice trembling slightly. "He only tortured me as he should… but he'll never ill-treat any girl. He's not a monster, Seraphina. Maybe it's just unfortunate that you happened to see his cruelty, to be on the receiving end of his wrath.""Why me?" Seraphina asked in tears, her voice breaking. "Why did it have to be me out of everyone?""I don't know," Emma said quietly. "I was just a pleasuring tool for him, for his business partners. No matter how I throw myself at him, he will not even look at me. We never had any intimate relationship. Every mafia don has a female for pleasure, so he had me. My work was just to be as sultry as he wanted, he just saw me as an employee. My role with him was only in the spa. I had never set my foot in his room until the day you fell ill after punishment."Emma's confession shocked Seraphina."He's good to everyone, but why did he ruin my life? If he was an
Seraphina was trying hard to comfort Emma. Finally, she got tired since she wouldn't stop crying. Her patience was wearing thin. The sound of Emma’s sobbing had begun to grate like a sharp blade scraping against stone, and her eyes burned with both frustration and pity."Emma, it’s fine if you want to cry, you can cry," she said in a slow, heavy tone. "But answer me truthfully first… then you can go back and cry until your voice is gone, if that will make you feel better." She mumbled the last part while taking a deliberate step back, folding her arms, her gaze locked on Emma like a hawk.Emma swallowed hard. "What did you want to know?" she replied, her voice trembling, shivering from fear as though every word was dragged from her throat with a hook."Did Vincenzo force you yesterday?" Seraphina asked, her words cautious but laced with suspicion, biting her tongue as if afraid of what the answer might unleash.Emma blinked at her, confusion flashing for a fleeting second before sheer
The next morning, Serafina’s eyes fluttered open, swollen and heavy, as if each blink carried the weight of the night before. Her body ached, her chest tight with the memory of what had happened. She was in her own bed. The room was still, almost too still, as if even the air held its breath.Her tears refused to fall now; they had abandoned her in the dark hours. She forced herself to get up, splashing water on her face until her reflection in the dressing table mirror stared back cold, wounded and unrecognizable.An opened ointment sat on the table, the cap loosely hanging. She froze, her eyes narrowing. ‘He had been here.’The thought sent a surge of irritation through her chest. Without another glance at the ointment, she grabbed it and turned toward the connecting door.Her steps quickened. She didn’t bother putting on slippers; the faint slap of her bare feet against the marble was sharp, almost defiant.She reached his door and slammed it open. The sound reverberated through th