All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I could feel his warm breath on my face. His cold blue eyes looked at me with an intensity that made my knees feel weak.He didn't move, just stood in front of me at a very short distance, trapping me between his large body and the river railing behind me.I could see every detail of his face from there. The pronounced line of his jaw. A small scar on his left eyebrow. His long, thick eyelashes.I couldn't breathe."Do you know why I keep getting closer to you even though you always push me away?" he asked."Because you're insane?"He smiled. "Maybe, but that's not the reason.""Then what is it?""I get closer to you because every time you push me away, your eyes don't hate me. Your eyes shine like there's fire in them. A fire you can't put out, no matter how hard you try.""I don't...""You can lie with your mouth, but your eyes always tell the truth."His hand touched my cheek."You're trembling," he said."I'm cold.""You're not cold. It's hot today.""I..."He covered my mouth wit

"AARGHHH! CAMILA!"He pushed my head away roughly. I released from his lap and fell onto the seat beside him, my mouth still burning and I tasted a slight hint of blood, but it was enough to make me realize I had just bitten his penis. It wasn't a game, it was something serious.Luca doubled over in his seat, both hands pressing his crotch. His face was pale. Cold sweat dampened his forehead. His breathing was ragged, not from desire, but from intense pain."What... what have you done?" he said.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. There was a little blood at the corner of my lips."You told me to suck it," I said flatly."Not... not to bite it, idiot!""You should have been more specific," I said.Luca groaned in pain. His body was still bent, his hands still pressing the area I had bitten. I could see the mark of my teeth on his pants: the upper and lower teeth, clear, horseshoe-shaped."I could lose my penis because of this," he said."What a shame.""Camila!""What?"He look

That afternoon arrived faster than I thought.I had already showered, changed my dress, and fixed my hair. I chose a cream-colored long dress, long-sleeved, modest, simple, without too many adornments. I wanted to look like a good daughter-in-law. At least for that day, for Luca's father.The clock showed four in the afternoon when the same black car entered through the mansion gate.Luca got out of the front seat. He opened the back door, and from there an elderly man in a wheelchair emerged.Luca's father.He looked better than the last time I saw him in the hospital. His face was still pale, but his eyes were no longer dull. He wore a white shirt and a gray knit jacket. On his lap, a thin blanket covered his legs.Luca pushed his father's wheelchair along the path to the main door.I walked toward them and gave a slight bow."Good afternoon, father," I said in Italian, which I had been practicing all day. That was all I could pronounce. "Benvenuto a casa."Luca's father smiled. A w

Luca returned the whip to the shelf. I sighed in relief. But my relief didn't last long, because he took something else.A candle.I knew what was going to happen."No..."He lit the candle. A small orange flame danced at the tip of the wick. His eyes looked at me with an intensity that made me tremble."I'm not going to hurt you, but I'm going to make you feel every drop, every second, and every moan."He brought the candle closer to my chest. The heat was already felt even though it hadn't touched my skin yet. I held my breath."I want you to scream with pleasure, because I know you can feel both things at the same time."Luca returned the candle to the shelf. I sighed in relief. But my relief only lasted a few seconds, because he walked toward a small refrigerator in the corner of the room, whose existence I hadn't noticed until now. He opened the refrigerator door and took something out.Ice.Not one or two, but a bowl full of small ice cubes that gleamed under the dim light of th

Two weeks later.I stood in front of a large mirror, surrounded by the team of makeup artists and stylists who were busy working on my face and hair. It was only the grand reception. The party to celebrate a wedding that had taken place weeks earlier.Luca had already said it that morning: “We’re already married in the church, there’s no need to repeat the ceremony. This is just a party. I want everyone to know that you’re my wife.”There I was, in the white dress Luca had chosen, with the diamond jewelry adorning my neck and ears, with the heavy makeup that made me barely recognize myself in the mirror.I looked like a queen. Or at least, the wife of an Italian millionaire.Elena rushed in.“Madam, all the guests have arrived. Mr. Luca asks that you go to the ballroom now.”I nodded and stood up with a slight tremor. My legs could barely support my body. Not because of the weight of the dress or the high heels I was wearing. But because I knew that out there, among hundreds of guests