I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night

Chapter 3 Deadly Desire

Chapter 3 Deadly Desire

I swallowed hard, mustering a foolish grin under Antonio's menacing gaze. "Look, we might have a misunderstanding..."

Antonio snorted coldly, his face dark as he shoved me into his car.

"No, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Half-sobered by fear, I clung desperately to the car door, "I dropped my phone."

This claim made Antonio turn back to help look for it, and in that moment, I seized the chance to jump out of the car and run. I hadn't made it far when Antonio's grip, strong as a vise, seized my arm. A shriek of terror escaped me as I scratched and kicked, trying to break free from his hold.

Before I could attract the attention of any passersby, he hoisted me up and threw me into the car's cabin. He pulled out his tie, used it to bind my hands behind my back, and pressed a gun to my head, threatening, "Be a good girl, Sienna."

"I was..." My voice faltered with fear, "Please don't kill me."

"Of course, we haven't had sex yet."

"What... Ah!" Antonio flipped over the front seat, took his place behind the wheel, and floored the accelerator, driving the ordinary sedan like he had a lap record to break.

Amid the roaring engine, I thought I heard gunshots chasing us.

Oh God! I struggled to suppress a scream that threatened to burst forth.

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Continuous fear and a jumble of thoughts drained my energy. As the dissipating effects of alcohol returned, I was dozing off when suddenly my head dipped down-Antonio had slung me over his shoulder! My soft belly pressed against his broad shoulder, and my stomach full of alcohol could hardly withstand such treatment. Before I could even feel fear, I worried Antonio might just find someplace to kill me and bury me there.

"I can't hold it, put me down, I'm going to throw up... Hey, stop, don't do that!"

"Shut up!" Antonio growled, smacking my butt twice more, his teeth gritted in warning, "If you dare vomit on me, I'll shove it back down your throat."

I retched twice, but clenched my teeth, desperately holding it in.

Finally, Antonio threw me onto a soft, bouncy bed. I bounced up immediately, pushed him away, and rushed into the bathroom to vomit violently.

Damn it, I never want to drink again in my life!

I hugged the toilet, vomiting painfully, my mind a mush as I recalled the last time I had been this drunk.

It was on the third anniversary of my relationship with Nico.

In agony, I called out his name.

Someone lifted me from the bathroom; squinting, I saw Antonio's clouded face. "Who is Nico?"

I didn't answer, so he bit my ear.

"Ouch!" I winced in pain.

Antonio bit down harder, intentionally causing me pain.

All these men were just the same! I had had enough!

"Bastard! Get out!" I lashed out, attempting to scratch Antonio's face.

His expression grew even darker as he dragged me under the shower, dousing my body with cold water.

The cold water shocked me into a semblance of clarity. I wiped my face and cursed at him, "Damn it!"

Antonio cupped my face, leaned down, and bit my lip.

"Ow... mmm..."

Antonio took my breath away, the suffocating sensation squeezing the last bit of reason from me. I opened my mouth under the force of desire, sharing the scant breath between our lips until the cold water cascaded down my naked body. Only then did I realize that at some point, Antonio had stripped me completely.

"No... we can't..." I protested, pushing against Antonio's hand as it kneaded my breast, his rough fingertips grazing my nipple, pinching it as one might a bean, then rolling it harshly.

"Ah!" I moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure electrifying my body, "It's too much, stop..."

Despite it being our first meeting, Antonio precisely targeted every sensitive spot on my body, his skilled hands teasing me into ecstatic shivers.

He aroused my desires more than Nico ever could!

This was scandalous, this was absurd!

"No, we can't, I..." I resisted.

Antonio, grasping my waist and breathing heavily, demanded, "Who am I?"

"I..." I reached for Antonio's robust chest, suddenly parched, "Antonio, you are Antonio."

"Good, remember that, Sienna." Antonio effortlessly carried me from the bathroom, shutting off the shower with a flick of his wrist. "I am Antonio!"

"Don't..." I pleaded as he laid me on the bed, the silky linens entangling me, hindering my any movements. "I don't want this, I can't..."

I tried to crawl away from him as far as possible.

"Where are you going, Sienna?" Antonio flipped me over, and I inevitably caught sight of his imposing manhood, heavily hanging between his legs.

This was... impossibly large!

Nico always boasted that his was the biggest among men, but compared to him, Nico was merely a thin, short carrot.

Antonio's hands were large; his one hand easily pinned my wrists above my head, while his other hand roamed, touching my sensitive spots.

The tingling pain overwhelmed me, tears involuntarily clouding my vision, blurring Antonio's face, though I could feel him losing control. He leaned down, biting softly at my vulnerable neck.

"Ah, Antonio, stop..." I struggled futilely like prey clutched in a cheetah's jaws, my body trembling as I called out his name.

But none of this could awaken Antonio from his lustful trance; his hot, moist manhood slid across my abdomen, impatiently thrusting upward towards my tenderest spot.

"I'm going in now, Sienna."

Antonio, his eyes bloodshot, his hot breath on my collarbone, ignited a fire within me.

"Don't … Don't say it..." I kicked my legs, the hands pinned above my head grasping at the air, seeing nothing clearly but feeling everything intensely.

His thick manhood pushed open the tender flesh between my thighs, inching deeper into my body...