The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA.

“Liam, please don’t do it. Just withdraw the gun.” I urged him when I didn’t get a response from him.

Liam tilted his head, his menacing gaze lingering on Antonio. “Not until he gets his hands off my collar.”

“Antonio. Swallow your pride and comply.” I said to him, and his frown deepened. After a few seconds, he reluctantly withdrew his hands, sighing.

A sigh of relief escaped me as I lifted Carlo up and pressed him to my chest.

“Just so you know, the only reason I won’t kill you is because she hates me right now, and I don’t want her to hate me even more. Consider yourself lucky, because no one threatens me and gets away with it.” Antonio warned, his eyes dark as he poked Liam hard in the chest.

“Antonio!” I groaned, eying him for trying to stir up another trouble.

“I really don’t have time for this,” Liam said calmly, crushing Antonio’s ego once more.

I turned to look at Antonio, hoping Liam’s words wouldn’t provoke him further.

But when Antonio shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head before opening them again, signalling that his rage was in control, I let out a sigh of relief.

Liam flicked his gaze at me, and his contortion swiftly changed to a smile. “I guess the coast isn’t clear then.”

“I am sorry. I-” I rubbed my palm over my forehead in frustration, struggling to find the right words.

“You don’t have to apologise for other people’s bad behavior. Have a nice day, Rosalinda.” He gave me a slight nod before walking away without even waiting for a response.

There was something about him. He seemed calm and gentle, but I could tell that beneath those qualities was an unwavering darkness.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I couldn’t shake the fact that Liam knew who Antonio was off my head. It could only mean one thing. Either he was a law enforcement officer or part of the Mafia. I was curious to know, but I couldn’t ask Antonio, as he still looked visibly enraged.

He didn’t utter a word to me until we got to our destination, which was a favour I appreciated because I wasn’t eager to speak to him after everything he did.

“We are here.” He said, opening the front door and holding it for me to enter.

“Welcome, Ms. Sofia.” A middle-aged woman greeted us warmly, smiling as she approached us.

“Uhm…” I turned to look at Antonio, hoping he’d explain the situation to her. But when he averted his gaze, I realised he had no interest in doing that, and I had to do it myself.

“Hi.” I curled my lips into a sweet smile, extending my hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you. I am Rosalinda. Sofia’s sister.”

“Oh.” Confusion etched her expression as she received my hand. “I thought-”

“Sofia is not feeling well, so I had to come here in her place.” I explained, cutting her off.

“Oh.” She nodded, a smile still lingering on her lips. “Welcome, Ms. Rosalinda.”

“Selene, can you look after him while I show her around?” Antonio requested, motioning at Carlo.

Selene didn’t hesitate to spread her lips into a wide smile as she inched closer to Carlo and crouched to his level. “Hello, boy. What’s your name?”

As they got to know each other, Antonio and I walked further into the house, and I allowed him to take the lead as he showed me around. The house was beautifully decorated with pastel colours, just as Sofia would like.

“This is her bedroom.” He stopped in front of a door, opening it.

Slowly, I walked into the room with a king-sized bed situated at the far end. The thoughts of Antonio having sex with Sofia on that bed flashed through my head, and I couldn’t stop the sharp sting I felt in my chest.

Antonio suddenly towered behind me, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me closer before I could even get the chance to turn around. Tingles rippled through my body at his touch, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel his touch all over my body until he sent my senses into overdrive. But I couldn’t get it. We were in that house to inspect it for Sofia, and that shouldn’t be happening.

“You know everything I did; I did it for you.” He whispered into my ears, causing shivers to run down my spine.

I swallowed, not giving him a response, because I knew that every reckless thing he did wasn’t for me. It was for himself. To satisfy his curiosity, ego, and what not.

“Please just say something. I hate this silent treatment.” He pressed on.

“Just as much as I hate you.” I retorted.

The longer my body remained pressed to his, the more I craved more of him. Just a few minutes ago, I was angry at him, and I thought that with the anger harboured within me, I would be able to resist him. But I was wrong. Here I was, unable to push him away when I knew I should.

“No, you don’t.” He groaned confidently, running his hand into my blouse and trailing circles around my belly button.

“Bold of you to assume.” I countered, and a soft moan left my lips afterwards, betraying me.

“Oh, really?” His lips collided with my neck, kissing me softly in spots that made the air travelling to my lungs insufficient as my breathing became laboured.

“Antonio. Please, stop.” I pleaded, even though I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

“Believe me, I want to. But I can’t. Your voice alone is doing crazy things to me, Rosalinda. Look at the bed over there. I could already imagine myself and you on it, having fun.” With the way his voice rasped, he was undeniably as attracted to me as I was to him.

I turned to face him, wrapping my hands around his neck as we stared into each other’s lust-filled eyes.

He leaned his face so close to mine that I could feel his warm breath on my face, and crashing my lips on his was all I could think about.

“You are one sexy ass temptress.” He groaned.

If, at that moment, I wanted to give into my burning desires, no one would know, as we were both far from home. But what would that make me? a whore that couldn’t resist her sister’s fiancée. No, I couldn’t be that type of person. I was better than that. I could resist him. I had to.

So, drawing in a long breath, I willed my body and mind to resist him, and they worked in sync to do just that, but reluctantly.

As I tried to quickly withdraw myself from him, he held me back, pressing me tightly against his body.

“Where do you think you are going?” He rasped, staring lustfully at me.

“Who do you think you are?” I countered, and a confused expression crossed his face. “You’ll be married to my sister soon, but here you are, lusting over your sister-in-law. What type of man are you? You hypocrite!”

A taste of his own medicine must have been really bitter, because he didn’t hesitate to release his grip on my waist as his face contorted into a hard frown.

I didn’t exactly say that to get back at him for what he said to me at the club that night, but I couldn’t stop the satisfactory smile that crept to my lips at his reaction.

Turning around, I resumed what I was there to do as I ventured further into the room, inspecting it. As I looked around the room, I spotted a lacy material peeking from under the bed, and I really hoped it wasn’t what I thought it was as I rushed to get it. But my suspicion was right. It was a fucking purple thong!

“Start talking.” I fired as I turned to look at Antonio, rage burning within me. He better have a good explanation.

His hand went to his temple and started scratching it. It was clear that whatever he was about to say was a lie.

“Maybe it’s for Camilla.” He muttered.

There it was. A blatant lie!

“I guess your sister gained weight overnight. Because this-” I opened the thong for him to get a better view of it. “is for a plus-size woman.”

“Fuck.” He groaned as he ran his hand through his hair, realising he was busted.

“How many women have you brought to this house?” I demanded.

“And don’t you dare lie to my face again.” I warned him when he hesitated.

“About four?” He was obviously unsure of the actual number, which intensified the rage burning with me.

“Take me back home!” I spat as I began to walk towards the exit. “My sister won’t stay in a house you turned into a brothel.”