Chapter 4

NEXT-MORNING

After tossing and turning in bed countlessly, Rosana was finally able to sleep at dawn. She had expected Sergio to join her in bed but he didn't. How could he when he was still pounding his mistress and making her scream the whole night? 

Soft beams of morning glow fell into the room, causing her to stir a bit. She didn't have enough sleep and that was because she didn't want any. Aside from the uproar that was caused by Sergio and his mistress, she couldn't sleep because she was afraid he might walk into the room and try to hurt her. 

Besides, she had not forgotten the deadly look on his face after she slapped him. Rosana sighed and rubbed her eyes lazily. She was not fully awake but she could sense another presence in the room. Someone else was in the room, beside her. Immediately, she forced her eyes open and the first person she saw was Sergio.

He sat beside her on the edge of the bed with a glass of whiskey, watching her with a pair of soul-piercing dark metallic eyes. Rosana forced herself not to stare at him. He was shirtless and beautiful, even with the inks all over him but he looked even more dangerous too. The sight of him did nothing but cause a shiver of trepidation along her spine. 

"Good morning, Amore Mio!"

"What are you doing here?" Rosana asked instead, raising her upper body from the bed.

"Watching you" 

Rosana scoffed. She was never going to believe a word from his mouth. "What do you want from me?"

Sergio smirked and slowly lowered his gaze to her chest. When he stared longer without uttering a word, Rosana had to check what he was looking at only to find out that one of her bre@sts had slipped out of the nightwear.

"Holy fuck!" The profanity flew out of her mouth as she immediately grabbed the duvet to cover her body. She was utterly mortified.

"Don't you dare!" Sergio warned and pulled the covers away from her body. Before she could think of slipping away, he grabbed her hands with one hand and pinned them above her head.

"Let me go!" She yelled and tried to escape but she couldn't. His upper body was now above hers and his grip was too strong. "Let me go!!!" 

"You are mine, do you understand? Every fucking bit of you is mine, you belong to me"

Her hands started hurting with each struggle and she slowly gave up fighting. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and her pulse pounded violently. His closeness was too much for her to bear, almost to the point of near brain death.

"What do you want from me?" She quivered, staring up at him.

"Everything, Bambolina, everything" With that being said, he lowered his head and nuzzled the hollow between her neck and her shoulder, sending goosebumps across her skin. "You smell like fucking paradise, Amore, my fucking paradise"

When he licked her, she shivered violently, her body almost leaving her soul. She couldn't stand what he was doing to her, she didn't want it. The only man who had made her feel this way was Allen and she had promised... But with Sergio, everything felt different. So maddening, so electrifying.

"Stop!" She shuddered and started fighting once again.

With one hand still holding her down, Sergio moved the other to her cup her bare bre@st. He grazed her nipple with his calluses, then he rolled it between his thumb and finger.

"No... Stop... Please...!"

He looked up at her and saw the desperate look on her face. She would do anything to make him stop. She never wanted any other man to lay hands on her, not even her husband, Sergio De Niro. She was scared of what his touch would do to her, what it would make her become.

Sergio smirked and lowered his head to her chest. With his eyes pinned on hers, he watched her breath cease while he licked her nipples, one after the other before suckling on them.

"Stop! Stop!" 

He looked up at her and smirked. "I love the sound of that, Bambolina" By the time he was done with her bre@sts, they were engorged and her nipples looked like tiny rocks. "Let's see what you are made of, hmm?"

The wave of adrenaline had vanished from her system, leaving a tremor in her limbs. She was helpless. She already knew that no amount of struggle would make him stop so she laid back and watched him invade her body and soul.

Sergio lowered his hand to her waist. When he dived it between her legs, her body stiffened beneath him. She started thrashing and yelling on the bed but it did nothing to stop him. Instead, it gave him more access to her V area.

"Sergio... Sergio please..."

"Yes, Bambolina, say my name just like that" He responded, slipping his fingers under her panties. "Sei così fottutamente bagnato!" [You are so fucking wet]

Using his thumb, he rubbed her clitoris gently while sliding his middle finger into her wet pûssy. She arched her back off the bed, writhing beneath him as sharp pulses of pleasure racked her body.

"No... Sergio!"

"I know you can be a hell a lot louder than that, Bambolina" Still stroking her clitoris, he began thrusting his finger inside her wetness. Torturing and tormenting her at the same time.

She couldn't stop yelling and calling out his name. With his eyes pinned on hers, he withdrew his middle finger and licked it, along with the pads of his thumb. His actions caused her eyes to widen in shock as all the muscles in her throat clenched. He just tasted her.

"So fucking good!"

Rosana lay on the bed, her nerves disarrayed. Sergio had released her and was now standing to watch her quietly. "Get ready" 

"Why?" Rosana asked. Her voice was shamefully quiet and embarrassingly stunted.

"You do not question my orders, Bambolina. You do as I say"

"Why?"

"Because I will not be this nice the next time"

After he left the room, Rosana took a shower and started dressing up. There were so many beautiful black dresses in the wardrobe but she refused to wear any because she didn't want to look like the rest of them. She had noticed that all the men wore black, including Sergio. She settled on a

She couldn't stop thinking about what had transpired between her and Sergio. How did she let it happen? She kept wondering.

She was supposed to feel repulsive after what had happened but instead, her body kept acting funny. She shook her head, clearing out the thought from her mind. She was never going to let it consume her. She belonged to Allen and nothing was going to take her away from him.

***

"And you are Rosana, sì?"

"Yes," Rosana responded, staring back at the elderly woman.

When Sergio had informed her that they were going to have breakfast with his mother, she had started imagining what the woman would look like. Would she look dangerous and ruthless like her son or Kind and loving? 

The latter was never going to be possible, she concluded. 

"I am Munika, Sergio's mother. Welcome to the family, Rosana!"

*

"She is not welcome here, Sergio. "Non mi fido di lei!" [I do not trust her!]

"That is not your choice to make, Mammà." Sergio responded, still facing the window. "I told you not to come to Italy" 

"Why? Why do you keep me away, Sergio? You married that girl after I told you not to. You did your wedding without informing me!"

Sergio sighed and turned from the window with his right hand tucked inside his trouser pocket. He was dressed in black neatly tailored trousers and a black shirt, leaving the first three buttons open.

"Faccio quello che voglio, Mammà. Now, I will ask you one more time. Go up to your room and have some rest" [I do whatever I want, Mama]

Munika let out an exasperated sigh and glared at her son. She knew she couldn't push any further because the next decision he was going to make wouldn't end well with her.

"I do not trust that girl. I hope you do not regret this later, my son" She said finally and turned to walk out.

"She is my wife. And you will treat her with respect."

Munika paused on hearing his voice. Without turning, she nodded. "Sì, lo farò" [Yes, I will]