I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night

Chapter 16 Desire In His Car

Chapter 16 Desire in His Car

"Fuck!"

When Antonio's smiling face entered my line of sight, I blurted out a loud curse.

I had forgotten his advice that a mistress should always have manners!

"Who do you want to fuck?" Antonio pinched my face hard enough to leave a mark, causing me intense pain.

Furious and overwhelmed, I swatted his hand away and shouted back, "Fuck you!"

My revulsion now surpassed my fear.

The area around us fell silent, and followed by a snicker, Matteo gave me a thumbs up. Even his brother Dante couldn't bear to look directly at me. It was then I realized the foolishness of my outburst. My face turned both red and white, a mix of embarrassment and fear.

I sneakily glanced at Antonio, whose face had darkened, but to my surprise, he laughed despite his anger and grabbed my waist tightly.

"I'll give you another chance. Who do you want to fuck?" It seemed as if one wrong word and Antonio would really pin me down right there. Terrified, I quickly responded, "You fuck me, you fuck me!"

Antonio chuckled, took the camera bag from my shoulder, and handed it to Matteo, then almost dragged me forward. I was terrified, clinging to his arm, refusing to move. "Where are you taking me? Help!"

"To a hotel to fuck you," Antonio replied matter-of-factly. "Or would you prefer I do it right here?" He glanced around at the people and traffic, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I didn't know you had such tastes."

My face flushed as I tried to break free from his grip. "Let go of me!"

"Stop squirming!" Antonio slapped my rear and warned in a low voice, "Move again and I'll really fuck you!" Nothing was beyond the Mafia; public humiliation was a minor concern. I dared not resist further and let Antonio drag me to his car.

Dante drove, Matteo fiddled with my camera in the passenger seat, and the divider between the front and back seats was lowered, making the rear space more private. The enclosed space smelled strongly of Antonio, making me shift uncomfortably.

As my back almost touched the car door, Antonio grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace. "I quite like your fearful expression; your eyes are like blue crystal beads," he said, pinching my chin to make me look up, easing his access to bite my neck. His other hand, gripping my wrist, moved toward his groin, where his arousal was evident. "I like the tremor of your body; it shows you are anticipating me. Are you thinking of me?"

The heat and size of his arousal made my hand jerk away, and my body trembled. "Bastard!"

"What is it like to be fucked by a bastard?" Antonio was undeterred by my curse; in fact, it seemed to excite him more. He bit heavily into my neck. I cried out from the pain, sure it would leave a mark. "Don't... don't bite," I tried to push his head away.

He deliberately bit harder, the sharpness of his teeth threatening as they clamped onto the flesh of my neck, causing me to gasp in pain.

I didn't want to make any noise; I didn't want the brothers in the front to know what was happening, though such a secret seemed unnecessary to hide.

"You don't have the right to refuse me." Antonio kissed me, passing the metallic taste of blood to my mouth. I unconsciously clutched at his shirt, forced to endure his passionate kiss.

"Don't touch me ... Antonio..." I suddenly thought about Antonio's fiancée; he was about to be married, and here I was, doing what I despised most- moaning beneath another woman's fiancé.

I felt humiliated and dared not moan loudly, only shaking my head desperately under his pressure, pleading, "Take your hand out, ah!"

His fingers were kneading my private parts, and a tingling sensation crept deep inside my body along his submerging fingertip.

My body began to weaken, and my fair skin gradually blushed under his touch. Tears of pleasure clouded my vision, and I faintly heard the familiar squelching sound coming again from my lower part.

The fear of being discovered by outsiders stimulated my brain, and the irresistible pleasure overwhelmed my senses.

Antonio removed his fingers from my body, and when he parted them, they were still wet and connected by obscene strands. "Your body at least is more honest than your mouth, Sienna."

I bit my lip hard, my eyes reddening. I was furious, and opening my mouth to bite him, he pinched my chin, preventing me from closing my mouth properly. "Behave, and you'll suffer less."

After humiliating me, he threatened me! I muttered a string of curses, but Antonio just mocked me like a small pet, his eyes filled with scorn. Finally, he stuffed his fingers into my mouth and stirred around.

I tried to spit them out but couldn't. Instead, my face was smeared with saliva. I was furious, "Asshole, mmm..."

"Still want to bite me, huh?" Antonio looked at me with a cold smirk. In that moment, even his gaze felt icy.

Antonio was warning me. If I continued to defy him, he would kill me. Members of the Mafia despised the law and were merciless. They would not become kind because their opponent was weak.

Finally, I collapsed weakly into Antonio's arms. He hadn't really got into me, and I didn't understand why he was holding back, as if he was still taming his prey.

I had only had a cup of coffee earlier, and I was famished, my stomach growling loudly. Fortunately, this time Antonio hadn't ripped my clothes.

He truly treated me like a pet, even playfully helping me dress afterwards, then mockingly chuckled.

My face burned red as I covered my hungry stomach and slid off Antonio's lap, my parted thighs brushing against his groin. The contact made him stiffen instantly, and I heard Antonio inhale sharply, his gaze changing.

I quickly covered my rear and scooted to the car door, shaking my head in panic, "I can't do this, I really can't, not here!"

Antonio narrowed his eyes, the amber orbs swirling with dark desire, "Come here."

"I can't..."

"Sienna!" Antonio's voice was threatening, "The first thing a proper mistress must learn is to obey."

How could I have forgotten? I was Antonio's mistress now... Humiliated, I bit my lip and slowly crawled towards him on my weak limbs. Antonio swiftly pulled me onto his lap, making me straddle him back-to-front. His sizable arousal pressed against me, and I dared not move. "Why are you running?" Antonio scoffed coldly, his fingers unbuttoning my blouse and slipping inside to pinch my breast.

While teasing me, he spoke casually

through the car's voice system to

Dante. I was too distracted by his

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hands on my chest to listen to their

conversation, so when the car

stopped in front of an Italiano

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restaurant, I was still dazed.

"Button up," Antonio said, noticing the men's stares in the restaurant before I did. He frowned slightly and shielded me as I fastened my blouse.

The driver opened the door, and I scrambled to tidy my disheveled hair and hurried out of the car.

"Sit here." Antonio led me expertly to

a table, pulled out a chair like a gentleman, and even pressed his hands on my shoulders as he placed the menu before me, whispering close to my ear, "What would you like to eat?" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Outside, he acted like a considerate lover, but I knew every action of his had a motive of dominance; he was an excellent trainer.

I ordered a Panzanella and Italian salami, while Antonio chose a plate of spaghetti with meat sauce and braised veal shank.

I began to take in the restaurant's

decor-classical Baroque style, with

crystal chandeliers and carpets, even the ornaments appeared to be genuine antiques. The atmosphere, filled with fluent Italian speakers, almost convinced me I was actually initaly.

"I had no idea such a wonderful restaurant existed!" I covered my heart, regretting what I had missed.

Antonio gave me a meaningful look, "As long as you like it."