All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I lost count. Not only of the orgasms, but of time. I didn’t know how long we had been making love in that gym. What I did know was that my body felt as if it had been hit by waves. Waves of pleasure that came one after another, sometimes soft, sometimes fierce, but always leaving a sensation of heat in every nerve ending.Luca moved over me with a slow, deep rhythm. Not like other times, when he was rough and wild. Tonight was different. His cold blue eyes never left mine. Every time I was about to close my eyes from embarrassment or from the intense pleasure, he said: “Look at me, Camila. I want to see your eyes when you break.”And I broke many times. In his hands, under his body, in his embrace.“Camila,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse, almost voiceless, like someone who had just woken from a long sleep.“What?” I was hoarse too. The screams and long moans had dried out my throat.“I’m almost finished, but I don’t want to finish inside.”“Why?”“Because I want you to see it. I

A couple of weeks later, I already had full internet access on my phone. Luca kept his promise: I could call my father whenever I wanted, I could browse, I could open social media. At first I hesitated to open my old accounts because there were too many memories there.But curiosity eventually got the better of me.One night, while Luca was busy with his work in his office, I lay down on the bed and opened my phone. I opened Instagram. I typed a name into the search bar.Ethan Reeds.His account was still there. With the same profile picture: a photo of him in the operating room, wearing the blue uniform, the mask hanging around his neck, a confident smile. The smile that made me fall in love with him at the time.I bit my lip. I went into his profile.His photos were still the same as before. Dinners at luxury restaurants. Beach vacations. Photos with hospital colleagues. Then I saw his latest photo.The photo had been uploaded two weeks earlier. Ethan was standing next to a woman. O

The next morning.I went to the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth while looking at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were still a little swollen from crying the night before. My hair was messy. My face was pale. I looked like an exhausted person."Madam?" Elena's voice came from behind the door."Come in, Elena."The door opened. Elena entered with a stack of large books. They were thick, hardcover books, and they looked very heavy. She put them on the vanity next to the sink."What is that?" I asked while rinsing my mouth."Medical books, Madam. Mr. Luca ordered them. He says you need to learn medical Italian. They are university textbooks."I spat out the rinse water. I dried my mouth with the towel."I've barely learned to say 'ciao' and 'come stai'. I can't read medical textbooks in Italian.""Mr. Luca says you have to start somewhere."I walked to the vanity. I opened one of the books. Page after page filled with medical terms in Italian: anatomy, physiology, pharmacology, pat

I walked to the room. I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. I cried, not because of Serafina, but because I still wasn't sure whether Luca really loved me or whether I was just an escape because he wasn't ready to marry Serafina.I didn't know.I sat there for quite a while. I heard voices outside, the voices of Luca and Serafina speaking in Italian: fast, loud, sometimes rising, sometimes lowering. I didn't understand what they were saying, but I could catch the emotions: anger, disappointment, sadness.Then I heard the main door close. A car drove away. Serafina had left.A few moments later, the door of my room opened.Luca entered. His face was still tense. His eyes were still cold, but there was tiredness in them. A tiredness he couldn't hide.He walked towards me and sat beside me on the bed."Camila," he said.I didn't answer."Look at me," he said.I looked at him. His cold blue eyes looked at me with gentleness. Gentleness, but with care. As if he were holding gla

"If I have made Madam uncomfortable, it won't happen again."He bowed his head in a sign of respect, then turned and left, leaving me in front of the stables. I stood there, watching his back as he walked away. I wanted to say something, but my mouth felt sealed shut. I could only stand still, with mixed feelings I couldn't explain.I entered the stables. Three horses were inside. They looked at me with their big calm eyes. I didn't know much about horses, I had never ridden one.I took the phone out of the pocket of my dress. I wanted to take a photo of the horses to send to Luca. But when the screen lit up, the phone vibrated. It was an unknown number. It wasn't from Italy, or from Mexico, it was from the United States.My heart pounded hard. I knew who it was.I looked behind me. There was no one. Stefano had already left. The servants weren't near the stables. I was alone. I moved away from the stable door and walked towards a more hidden corner behind a brick wall.I answered the