“You belong to me“

My breath hitched as he whispered into my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck. I shivered as his palms massaged my waist.

My body ached for his touch.

Distasteful, yes I know.

I shut my eyes tight waiting for what was to come.

His hands gradually left my waist to my chest. I shut my eyes tighter as the sensation burst through me as he slowly massaged my breasts.

So this was it? He was going to have me in his study? I bit my lip as his touch on my body left me aching.

This was bad, very wrong but it felt so right. I shouldn't enjoy his touch so much, it shouldn't leave me wanting more.

This was Ermanno Sabdrino for God's sake. A power hungry underworld boss, a man who thrived on the tears of innocent people. He was a despicable man who was worth nothing good in this world. He lacked empathy, he lacked a heart.

My body responded positively to his touch but then, all of a sudden, he stopped. He took a step back, thrusting his hand into his pants pocket. “Get out.”

His grey eyes looked dead and his face was stern.

What in the world...

I stared at him with a puzzled expression. The more I looked at him, I got even more pissed.

Does he have a double personality or something!? Who the fuck switches like that.

My mouth was slightly open, I had a lot of things to say to this jerk.

“Get out. Leave my office.” he commanded but I wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't a light switch he could turn on and off as he pleases. I was a fucking person. And you need to give an explanation when you pull up shitty moves.

“Get out of here-”

“No!” I yelled, cutting him off. I wasn't going to walk into his office when he wanted and then just get out when he was tired of me. “You can't just...you can't..” I stumbled on my words.

He stared curiously at me, waiting for what I had to say. This was too much, the tension in the room, his intense gaze on me.

Don't do it, the logical part of my brain warmed me but at this moment, every inch of my body screamed for this devil.

I stared up at the ceiling to avoid his stare. If I hold back anymore, I could burst.

I took a deep breath before finally looking back at Ermanno Sandrino. His eyes, they were as beautiful as sirens, so irresistible yet so malicious as they lured sailors to their death in dangerous waters. I could feel them sucking me in.

“I am yours.” it took every ounce of dignity I had left to pronounce that. “I am yours, Ermanno Sandrino.”

He looked shocked for a split second, before making his way to me with a smug expression on his face. Upon reaching me, he hesitated for a bit, just staring. It looked like a tiger admiring its prey before pouncing on it.

He leaned lower to reach my shoulders before burying his head inside my neck. “I didn't quite hear that.” his voice vibrated on my neck, his lips tracing the veins on my neck.

“Too bad.” I kept a brave front but I was melting underneath. He chuckled, something about my bravery amused him. I gasped the moment his tongue came in contact with my skin.

My heart raced, causing all the hair on my neck to stand. He hadn't even touched me yet and I was so turned on. If I was going to stop him, now would be the best time. The only time I had left.

My breath was heavy, palms sweaty as he impatiently kissed and sucked on my neck frustratedly pushing back my hair. I bit my lips hard, trying to suppress my moan as he sucked on my neck even harder.

All my efforts proved fruitless as a silent moan escaped my lips, it sounded like a gentle pant. Almost immediately it left, I felt his warm breath in my ears.

“No Nocciola, I do not give you the liberty to enjoy this.” he gripped my laps, raising me from my feet unto his desk. Lucia left some minutes ago after cleaning up the mess.

He caressed my laps, slowly tracing his fingers to feel up every inch of my skin. “Now, here are my rules.” I almost gulped but I knew better, I couldn't show that I was intimidated by him. Not even in the slightest way. “I don't want to hear a sound from you, I do not need to be burdened with the thought that you are actually enjoying whatever I do to you. You must not scream, moan, gasp or pant.” he leaned close to me, his eyes staring deep into mine.

“Never keep eye contact with me. If I look at you, look away at all times.”

“Bullshit.” I unintentionally blurted. These rules were bizarre. I couldn't hold it in me and I'd prefer he hear it straight from my mouth.

He looked shocked, but not completely.

“This Mouth, Molina.” his eyes cut into mine. I was breaking his second rule. “You need to tame it. I don't understand why you would want to be locked in your cage again.” he threatened, his finger lingering on my jaw.

“Now,” he closed the gap between our faces completely, his two hands were in my shorts, resting on my bare butt. “Are you ready to be a good ragazza?”’ his lips were so close to mine, I could already feel them. I stared at his cold and lethargic eyes one last time before closing my eyes.

“Yes? Good.”

My nervous heart beat faster with every second it took for him to kiss me. I was worried, worried because I knew I wasn't going to follow any of his ridiculously stupid rules-

As if on command, my heart stopped beating and my brain stopped thinking. How couldn't they? Was any of this real? What was happening? My head shot up to the melodious tune of the piano. It was too familiar, way too familiar. I couldn't forget how many times Elle had told me she despised my ringing tone. She'd tried many times to convince me to change it to something more agile and less desolate. She'd called it a sound that could revive her grandfather from the grave, even though he had been gone since '78.  I have never been happier to hear this ringtone in my entire life.

Joyfully, I grabbed my phone from right beside me and it was her. Elle was calling me back. I jumped off from the desk as my trembling hands hastily answered the call.

“Merc, Merc are you there?” her tone was laced with concern, hopefulness but above all uncertainty.

I raised the phone to my ears, fighting the urge to cry because Ermanno leaned against the desk with folded arms watching me. He looked annoyed, with his brows arched up, probably because he was interrupted but I couldn't give a flying fuck about how he felt right now. I was on the line with Rachel, I could finally hear her sweet voice again. Her voice had been limited to my dreams but even then, they were altered because a mere dream couldn't capture how divine she sounded.

“Rachel?” I croaked out.

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