The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA.

“Who is it?” I quickly asked.

Leaning in, he planted multiple gentle kisses on my neck, causing heat to rush to my core.

“Don’t give me a hickey.” I said, a soft moan escaping my lips.

He flicked his gaze at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Too late.”

“Oh, no.” I worried as I wiped my neck with my hand. How was I supposed to hide it with the off-shoulder dress I had on?

“Kidding.” He chuckled.

He got me.

“I dislike you.” I gritted out, obviously not meaning it.

“It’s quite the opposite, Love.” He sought my lips, engaging me in a soft, sweet kiss.

“So, who is it?” I got back to the matter at hand after we pulled away from the kiss.

He brushed my lips with his thumb, staring intently into my eyes with sinful desire. “I’m not sure yet. But I’ll tell you once I confirm.”

“There he goes again. With the secrets.” I remarked, rolling my eyes.

A small smile touched his lips as he continued staring at me with intense desire. “You pretty woman.”

Before I could reply, he smashed his lips against mine, kissing me so hungrily, like we hadn’t just kissed moments ago. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

I flung my arms around his neck as we devoured each other’s lips. My entire body lit up with heated desires, and my core tightened in anticipation. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck my brains out.

Remembering that we were in a hallway in a house filled with people, I quickly pulled away from the kiss.

He raised a brow at me.

“Anyone could catch us here.” I breathed out.

A smirk touched his lips. “Do you mind?”

Of-course!

“Uhm…” I swallowed.

He placed his hand on my right cheek, massaging it gently. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll make you mine soon, my wife, and we won’t have to hide anymore. I promise.”

I was taken aback by his words; my heart was pumping so fast.

I wanted Antonio. So much. But I had never actually thought about becoming his wife. He had just ended his engagement with my sister, and being with him felt morally wrong.

That aside, I wasn’t sure I’d want a life with him. For the rest of my life. I had always been against the Mafia and everything they stood for, even though I was born into a Mafia family myself. I had always craved a life beyond the violent realm that surrounded me. So, willingly agreeing to marry Antonio-a ruthless mafia boss-would mean going against my own beliefs.

But I had already deviated from those beliefs when I fell in love with him. He was just so irresistible.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with concern as he studied my face.

“Nothing.” I smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. “You look good.”

He placed a kiss on my forehead, trailing it down to my nose as he replied. “I dressed to impress you. I’m glad it worked.”

My blush reached my ears and I suddenly became speechless.

“I hate to leave you. But I have to see Marco urgently. There’s something I want to talk to him about.” He suddenly said, and I drew my brows together.

“Can’t it wait?” I pouted, not wanting to be left alone.

“No. It can’t. I need him to confirm something. I’ll see you later, Love.” He leaned in and captured my lips with a kiss.

Straightening back up, he painted a smile on his lips before starting to walk away from me.

“And-” he suddenly stopped and turned to look at me, pointing a warning finger at me. “Stay away from Lorenzo and every other man.”

A soft chuckle emanated from my throat as I nodded obediently. He looked hot when jealous.

My eyes remained glued to him as I watched him continue his journey until he disappeared from my sight.

And that was when I remembered that I was supposed to be looking for Sofia.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed.

I got swept away by Antonio’s charms, and I totally forgot about my promise to Oliver.

Without hesitation, I continued my search for Sofia, checking every nook and cranny of the building. But I couldn’t find her.

Just when I was starting to get worried, I stumbled upon her in one of the corridors, having a heated make-out session with Oliver.

He found her first.

I let out a sigh of relief as I marched towards them.

“Get a room!” I exclaimed, scrunching up my face.

They quickly disentangled from each other’s arms, and they turned to look at me, both breathing heavily.

Sofia swallowed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Rosa.”

“Your room is not far. Just take a turn to the left, and you’ll arrive at your room in no time.” I teased as I walked past them, a wide smile pulling at my lips.

I made my way back to the party, hoping to spend more time with Antonio once he finished with Marco.

But upon getting there, the first thing I saw was the figure of two people standing together and discussing. Antonio and a tall, slim lady who didn’t look familiar.

My heart swelled with jealousy, and before I could stop myself, I trotted towards them, a deep frown crowning my features.

“Excuse me.” I plastered a fake smile on my face as I came to a stop in front of them.

I glanced at the lady briefly before flicking my gaze at Antonio.

“My father asked me to pass a message to you. It’s urgent and important.” I lied unashamedly.

A smile touched his lips before he darted his gaze at the lady. “Please, can you excuse us?”

“Sure.” She said. I didn’t miss the glare she shot at me before walking away from us.

“So, what is the message?” Antonio asked when we were finally alone, and with the smile playing on his lips, it was certain that he knew I was lying.

But I spelled it out anyway. “I just wanted you to get away from her.”

“Is that jealousy I smell?” He teased, wiggling his brows playfully.

“At least I didn’t flare up and tried to hit her before everyone. Unlike someone.” I grumbled. I didn’t even try to hide my feelings. “Who is she, anyway?”

“You know that was a different situation, and-” a sudden outburst of commotion caused him to trail off.

We both turned to look at the source of the noise, and we saw guests gathered around a particular spot, seemingly looking at something dreadful.

Without hesitation, I scurried to where they were gathered, worry washing over me.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

My eyes widened in horror, and my heart pounded at a dangerous pace. Panic consumed my entire being when I saw what they were all looking at.

Papà had collapsed on the floor, lying unconscious.

Oh, God. No please.