Arranged Mafia Marriage

Luca

“He’s joking, right?” Her voice reaches me from where she’s been curled up on the bed for the past half an hour.

I stare through the skylight through which the sunlight pours into the room. It had been late evening when we’d walked into that house and tracked down the family we’d been searching for. Was that yesterday? It had to be. Surely, I couldn’t have lost more than a day? It’s hard to tell, though. But for the fact that I’m extremely hungry and feel like I’ve missed a few meals, I’d have no idea how much time has passed. My stomach grumbles and the sound seems too loud in the room.

“They’ll bring us food before the sun goes down. At least, that’s what they’ve done for the last two days. It doesn’t taste too bad and it’s freshly cooked, so they must have someone in the house.”

I don’t acknowledge her words.

After that announcement, Freddie backed out of the room and shut the door behind him. Of course, I wasn’t able to stop myself from stalking to the door and testing it. It was locked; no surprise there. I turned to find her staring at me. Her amber eyes were huge in her face, her hair mussed up and falling about her shoulders. She seemed angry and confused, and I half expected her to throw a fit or have a breakdown. Instead, she marched toward the bed, threw herself down on it, then turned to face the wall. I walked over to the wall opposite the bed, then slid down to the floor. Which is where I stayed, until she asked me if Freddie had been joking.

“Afraid not,” I finally admit.

“Eh?” She blinks rapidly.

“The answer to your earlier question.” I jerk my chin in her direction. “He wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of getting you and me here if all this were a farce. He’s planned it out too well.” I knock my knuckles against the wall. “This place is soundproof; so is the floor.” I dig the heel of my shoe into the wood floor. “The place is temperature controlled. And then, of course, there’s the camera.”

She sits up and folds her legs underneath her. “Who is he? Why is he doing this?”

“As you must have gathered, he was my father’s partner. And clearly, he’s upset with what he perceives as my father’s betrayal. My asshole of a father, who caused nothing but grief for me and my brothers.” I balance my elbow on my knee and lean forward. “For whatever sick reason, he’s determined to make me pay for what my father did to him.”

“Why me, though? Why is he putting me through this?”

“Apparently, he needed a woman to fit the bill.” I raise a shoulder. “You can’t expect a sociopath to make sense. I suspect you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“So, that’s it? I was unlucky? Is that it?” She firms her lips.

“Seems that way.”

“And when you said you perform better when you’re watched, what did you mean by that?”

I tilt my head. “Exactly what he said. I like to fuck in front of a crowd.”

Color smears her cheeks. “So that’s… That’s your kink?”

“Why, I do believe that’s the first time you’ve pronounced that word out loud.”

She tips up her chin. “Don’t be silly; I say it all the time.” She glances away, then back at me.

“No, you don’t.” I smirk. “You have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“Sure, I do. You like to have sex when you’re being observed.”

“And also, when I’m not,” I drawl. “In fact, in your case, I’d happily fuck you either way.”

“Oh, F off.” She folds her arms across her chest. “I am not going to sleep with you, just so you’re aware.”

Isn’t she cute? She can’t even say the word ‘fuck.’ I struggle not to smirk. “Don’t think you have much of a choice, considering…” I jerk my chin in the direction of the cameras. “He’s watching.”

“That’s precisely why I can’t.” She scowls. “I am not sleeping with you, period.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“A statement.”

“Are you always this stubborn?”

“Only when I’m locked up in a room with an a-hole-”

“-Alphahole.”

“-who thinks the world begins and ends with him.”

“It does,” I retort.

“Hello, open your eyes. We’re trapped in this room and a pervert- “she glances with distaste at the camera and shudders “-is watching us, and he’s made it very clear that he’s not letting us leave until you and I… Uh, you and I-”

“Fuck?” I supply helpfully.

“Yeah, that.” Her face seems to grow even rosier, if that’s possible.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who blushes so much,” I state.

“I’m not blushing.” She scoffs. “Who says I am blushing?”

“So, if you touch your cheeks, you won’t find them warm?”

She shakes her head.

“Hmm, I think you’re lying.” I rise to my feet.

She squeaks. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” I prowl toward her and she stares at me in horror.

“Keep to your side of the room, please,” she says crisply.

I chuckle. “Nice professorial voice you have going there. Is that one of the roles you’ve played? Speaking of… Do you like role-play?” I close the distance to her. “That’s one of my particular fantasies, actually.”

“I-it is?” She gulps.

I nod. “To play teacher-student… Where I’m the professor, of course, and I fuck my student after I’ve turned her over my knee and spanked her for being impertinent to me.” I reach the bed; she scrambles back into a corner.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re romantic?” She huffs.

“Only all the time.” I chuckle. “So, what do you say? You up for some horizontal action?”

“No, of course not,” she snaps. “And don’t think you’re going to get any from me.”

“Any what?” I can’t stop my lips from quirking. She’s so cute when she’s all hot and bothered. And why do I find that attractive, anyway?

“Any…” She bites the inside of her cheek. “Oh, you know what.”

“No, I don’t.” I tilt my head. “Why, my feisty little Angel, I do think you’re embarrassed by the ‘s’ word.”

“No, I’m not,” she protests.

“So, say it then.”

“Sex.” She throws up her hands. “Happy now? Don’t expect to get any sex from me.”

“Oh, but I am not going to get it. I am going to take it from you. But it’s not sex.”

“What?”

“I’m going to fuck you, Angel.”

“No.”

“Yes.” I can’t stop my grin from widening. “And when I do, you’re not only going to welcome it… you’re also going to ask for more.”

“Keep dreaming,” she scoffs.

“You do realize, until we do the deed, this bastard…” I nod my head toward the camera.” He’s not going to let us leave.”

“You and he can take a flying leap. I’m not sleeping with you, and certainly not when that pervert is watching us.”

“Hmm.” I drag my finger across my lower lip. Truth be told, I’m not a big fan of that bastard Freddie watching us, either. It’s not like I care if he watches me… But him watching her? A throb of anger pulses through my veins. Nope. No way am I going to let him get a glimpse of her in such a vulnerable position. But how am I going to stop it from happening?

“What was that ‘hmm’ for?” She grimaces. “I don’t like the sound of it at all.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” I use the phrase, knowing it’s going to piss her off, a-n-d bingo! She stiffens and her golden eyes blaze at me.

“Nice to know that you still think of women in such archaic terms.”

“You mean to say you’re not pretty? Or little? Or that you have a head of beautiful hair?”

She opens and shuts her mouth. “I think I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up when the food arrives.” She lays back, then turns toward the wall.

I rake my gaze down the length of her spine, the way her torso narrows down to that waist I could span with my palms. The swell of her hips, those strong thighs with which she would hold me when I position myself between her legs, those slender ankles, those narrow feet, the heels of which she would dig into my back…

She wriggles around, trying to find a more comfortable position, then sighs. She adjusts her body again, before she turns on her back.

She stares up at the ceiling, eyes wide open.

“Can’t sleep?” I ask.

She shakes her head, then blows out a breath again.

“Why don’t we play a game?”