All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The party lasted until night.At first, around midday, the guests were business colleagues of Luca and his family: older men with thick jackets and bushy mustaches, women who spoke too fast in Italian. I just smiled, shook hands, received congratulations from people whose names I couldn't even remember.But the afternoon gave way to night, and the door of the ballroom opened for new guests.Luxury cars lined up in front of the mansion. The spotlights turned on in the garden. I saw from behind the glass men in black suits with guards everywhere, women in long dresses whose trains swept the marble floor."The ministers, the mayor, and some of the most important artists in Italy. Mr. Luca has contacts everywhere, madam," Elena said.I nodded without enthusiasm. I was too tired to be impressed. My feet had been hurting since three in the afternoon. These high heels were torture.But I stayed beside Luca, receiving the guests who arrived one by one. My smile already felt like a mask petrif

Luca sighed. He lifted my body, turned me over and placed me on all fours on the bed. I was too tired to resist. I just lowered my head, my hair fell covering my face, my hands trembled holding the weight of my body.He entered from behind.“Aahh…” a soft moan escaped my mouth. But this time, that moan wasn’t sincere.I was too tired. My feet felt as if they had been repeatedly struck with a hammer. My eyelids weighed as if they had a weight on them. Every muscle in my body was weak. The only thing I wanted was to sleep, but Luca kept moving behind me, his large hands holding my waist, pulling me toward him with every thrust.“Tonight you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear.“Aaaahhh…” I moaned again. The same moan. Fake.I didn’t know if Luca noticed, but I didn’t care. I just wanted it to end soon.Luca sped up the rhythm. His hands squeezed my waist harder.“Camila… almost there…”“Ahh… yes… come on…” I said. I didn’t even know what I was saying.He pushed deeper and harder. I bi

He looked at me steadily.“Sexual disease?”“Luca, I…”He turned around and walked toward the door.The door slammed shut hard, making the room vibrate. The pictures on the walls swayed. The flower vase on the nightstand almost fell.What had I just said?Sexual disease? Did I really say that?I covered my face with both hands. I was tired, yes, but was that a reason to say such cruel things?Luca was selfish. Luca used to force me. Luca never asked if I wanted to or not. But sexual disease? That was exaggerated, even for me, who had already said very hard things to him.But on the other hand, was what I said a lie?I just wanted him to listen to me, but the way I said it was terrible.I walked to the bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling.I just wanted to sleep.Maybe after sleeping everything would be better, or maybe after sleeping he would have left and abandoned me there alone.Whatever.A while later.I didn’t know how long I slept. What I do know is that I woke up to the sou

I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t sleep. Not because Luca was bothering me. He was calm. His hand was still on my back, but just resting there, not moving, not squeezing, not doing anything. His breathing was regular. I could feel his chest rising and falling beside me.But my mind was chaos.Why was I thinking about that hand somewhere else? Why was I imagining his warm hand going lower, touching my ass, sliding between my thighs? Why was I imagining his long fingers entering me, the way he used to?I bit my lip.What was wrong with me? He had behaved well, he had held back, but why right now were my thoughts so dirty?Why did I miss his rough caresses? Why did I want his wild passion? Why was I imagining him tearing my panties and penetrating me from behind like the night before?And now? Now I was lying beside him, naked, with my body wet and throbbing, wishing he would notice and do something.I felt like a crazy woman.“Camila?” Luca whispered. Maybe he noticed my restlessness.“W

Luca looked at me for a long time. I could see something in his eyes, like the patience of a man used to facing difficult questions."Do you think I'm that kind of man?" he asked in turn."I don't know. That's why I'm asking."He sighed. He put his hand in his pants pocket and took out his phone. He unlocked the screen, pressed a few keys and then left the phone on the table in front of me."Look it up yourself. Type my name in the search engine. Luca Vitale. See what you find."I looked at his phone, then looked at him. "Really?""I never joke about these things."I took his phone. My fingers typed the letters L-U-C-A space V-I-T-A-L-E. I pressed the search button.The results appeared in seconds.There were articles about his company. Photos of him at business events with officials and colleagues. Interviews about his business strategy. A brief profile in an economic magazine.And in the "personal life" section, only one name appeared: Serafina.I read those articles one by one. The