Chapter Two. Amelia

Of all the things I expected Rafael to ask of me, giving him a fucking blow job didn't fall among the first one hundred

I like to think he's joking, but the look on his face proves otherwise.

“I…I can't do that,” I protest and he simply shrugs.

“Oh well. I'll just have to fill my uncle in on the latest developments regarding his new fianceè.” He makes to stand, but I am quick to place my hands on his thighs, stopping him from making any further movement.

“I'll…I'll do it.”

His lips curve fully into a sexy smile. “That wasn't hard now was it? Go on, take out my cock and give me a good reason to keep our secret.”

My hands fumble and shake as I reach for his belt and undo it. I pull down his zipper, reach into his boxer briefs and take out his monstrous cock.

Holy fuck!

I've seen plenty of cocks in my life but none has ever left me this speechless.

It's thick, and veiny, and long, and really hard, with precum glistening at the tip. It must be at least twelve inches. How the hell will I fit it in my mouth?

“Hands behind you and mouth open wide,” his husky voice sounds distant in my ears. His molten orbs look almost like dark orange now and his expression appears darker than it was a few minutes ago.

Needing this to be over as soon as possible, I place my hands behind my back and open my mouth. My core throbs in anticipation. Of what, I don't know exactly. He rises slowly from the couch, lazily pumping his cock with one hand. He reaches behind my head with the other hand, using it to undo my bun, letting my hair fall in curly waves around my shoulders.

He wraps it around his fist, and without warning thrusts into my mouth with one savage movement. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag.

Any sane, reasonable person would stop, and give me time to adjust. But Rafael is not sane,or reasonable. He proves this by continuing his merciless thrusts in my mouth. While his right hand grips my hair so tight that my scalp hurts, his left hand settles under my chin, tilting my head a little, and keeping my gaze focused on him.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good,” his voice comes out in a husky wave and Jesus, I feel my arousal dripping between my legs. I've given a blow job to several men in the past, but I've never once gotten my mouth fucked so brutally and unforgiving. And I sure as hell have never been turned on by one.

That's why I can't seem to figure out why on earth my pussy is throbbing with need and my nipples are so hard they hurt.

Drool runs down the side of my lips, and my eyes sting with tears from the force of his brutal thrusts. His thrusts don't slow down. If anything he increases his pace, going harder and deeper down my throat, forcing me to gag with each thrust.

He goes on and on till I think he'll never come. But after what seemed like hours, when in fact, it is just a few minutes, he hardens in my mouth and I feel the rush of warm, salty liquid down my throat, and I have no choice but to swallow it since he doesn't let me go.

After a few seconds,he slips out of my mouth and my hands fly to my sore throat. “You bastard!” I wince at the pain.

Fuck, I'll definitely have a sore throat tomorrow.

I glare at him as he tucks himself back in, a smug look on his face. Gosh, I can't believe I just gave my fiance's nephew a blowjob.

“Riposa bene, piccola,” he says, stepping out of the room. I don't know Italian so I don't understand whatever he just said.

Urgh!

My throat hurts like crazy. I move to my dresser and search for a pain reliever in one of the cupboards. I swallow the pill then my phone starts ringing.

I pick it up and sigh when I see it's my mom calling. I don't have any money to give her if that's what she wants.

I pick the call nonetheless. “What do you want?"

"Amelia ! I'm your mother, don't you miss me?” She says in the fake sugary voice, I'm sure works perfectly on the men she fucks.

“Get to the point, Mom." I tell her, voice curt. I'm really tired and don't need any of her tantrums right now.

“I want some money. Say a hundred grand, maybe."

I let out a wry laugh. Of course it's money, why else would she bother calling? " You should be ashamed to call yourself a mother, you know that? First you sell me off to a man three times my age to cover your drug debts and now you have the fucking nerve to ask me for money.”

Her laugh crackles through the speaker, brittle and unapologetic. “Oh, don’t be dramatic, Amelia. It’s not like you’re suffering. You’re living in luxury now, aren’t you? Engaged to a wealthy man. I did you a favor, one you should be grateful for.”

“A favor.” I repeat flatly. “Selling me like property was a favor.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffs. “You always were ungrateful. If you’d listened to me years ago, learned how to use what you’ve got, then maybe you wouldn't have had to marry Alberto.”

My jaw aches. Whether it's from what Rafael just forced on me or from clenching my teeth, I’m not sure. “If you hadn't drowned yourself in debt, I wouldn't have had to marry Alberto.” I sigh and massage my temple. I'll definitely have a headache come tomorrow morning. “I don’t have money,” I tell her. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t give you a single cent. Find someone else to fund your addictions.”

Her tone shifts sharply, losing the syrupy sweetness. “You think you’re better than me now? Because you're wearing diamonds someone else paid for? Don’t forget where you came from, mia figlia. Don’t forget who made you.”

I close my eyes, leaning back against the dresser. “Trust me, I could never forget.”

“Fine.” She huffs, irritated. “But when things fall apart—and they will—you’ll come crawling back. You always do.”

I hang up before she can say anything else. I'd die before I went back to her.

Silence fills the room again, thick and suffocating. My throat burns. My eyes sting. My entire body feels heavy, like I’m sinking beneath invisible weight.

I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek and wince at the soreness.

“Great,” I mutter. “Just fucking great.”

The room feels colder somehow. I turn off the light, crawl into bed, and pull the covers over my head, desperate to shut out the world.

My last thought before sleep drags me under is the same horrible one I’ve been trying to ignore all night: How the hell did my life end up like this?

∞∞∞

It's Saturday!

I'm in a good mood as I get ready for my visit to Elsie. Breakfast today was less eventful, gladly. Rafè wasn't at breakfast. Alessio said he had to take care of some urgent business, thus he left early.

For some stupid reason, my heart sank at his absence. But then, my throat hurt as I swallowed a piece of meat and my hatred was renewed.

Alberto stepped out after breakfast, so did Trevor and Dominic. Just Alessio and Valiente. The later returned home from some business dealings in Cuba. He is Alessio and Rafè's older brother and much more decent and tolerable.

I put on a black polka dotted dress that stops few inches below my ass. I would normally prefer jeans and a T-shirt, but Alberto says I'm his fianceè and should look the part, ALWAYS.

I let my curls wild and loose, apply a bit of gloss and I'm out. Nadia will be pissed at my hair, but she can go kiss the devil's ass for all I care.

When I step out of the room and get to the living room, I am not surprised to find my fianceè with All three of his nephews.

What however scares me is the deadly look Alberto is giving me.

He rises to his feet, walks to me and before I can register what's happening, slaps me hard across the face.

“You bitch, how dare you!"