Her Sinful Desires

Chapter 004

Chapter 004

Raffaele ’s POV

Elisabetta is sitting on the counter, her hand rests on the countertop with her face buried in it as she stares into space. Her straight brown hair falls down to her lower back, covering half of her body. She’s only wearing a pink camisole and black shorts that barely cover her thighs.

My eyes greedily roam over her body; her skin is pale, and you can almost see the veins inside. Elisabetta isn’t short by any means, so her exposed long legs do nothing to kill the heat growing in me.

‘s**t! What is wrong with me!’

I try to focus back on the food, but my mind keeps going back to the lady beside me. She’s a mystery wrapped in an enigma, impossible to decipher.

‘Maybe it’s because you threatened to take her life the next time you see her,’ I remind myself. A frustrated scoff leaves my mouth, causing Elisabetta to turn on her chair and look at me. Our eyes meet, and I see the curiosity in her hazel eyes before she looks away.

I have every reason to want to kill her, she belongs to a rival family, even though it seems like she doesn’t understand what the mafia world is all about, she’s an asset and that could be both an advantage and a disadvantage to me.

I’m done with the meal, so I dish it out for both of us. Walking to her, I place the food on the countertop; she jerks away a bit when I’m too close, and I frown.

It’s one thing to have a lot of people afraid of me, but Elisabetta’s seems different.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, much to my hearing. I don’t say anything as I take a seat.

“I mean for…the other time. I’m sorry for what I did.” She’s fidgeting with her fingers and batting her eyelashes. She’s nervous.

“Apology not accepted,” I tell her with a dark chuckle.

“I’m your stepsister now; you possibly can’t hurt me.” Elisabetta says, trying to convince herself more than me.

“Not only are you my stepsister, you’ve become an asset to the Sicilians without your knowledge. You belong to the families that have been at war with us for decades, the same family that killed my mother. They could be using you to get to me right now so not only do I have the right to kill you, but I can wipe your entire family’s existence for revenge.” I see the fear in her eyes before she buries them back.

Then, she’s pushing her chair back and standing.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” I ask with annoyance.

“To bed, I’m sleepy,” is her reply.

“You didn’t touch your meal.” I state matter-of-factly.

“I lost my appetite.”

“Unless you plan on dying of starvation, I suggest you sit down right now.”

“Doesn’t matter seeing as you’ll kill me anyways.”

“Sit, Elisabetta!” There’s no room for disobedience in my tone, and she drops to her seat, she clenches her fist, and I smirk knowing she’d hit me in the head with any opportunity she’ll get.

“Eat, or I’ll make you,” I tell her, and when she doesn’t make a move, I attempt to grab the spoon, but she snatches it off the table before I reach it.

“Dig in, La mia donna.” I watch her slowly fetch the food and consume it, then she takes another.

I know I’m good at cooking, I learnt from my mom before she passed away.

Elisabetta eats in silence, stealing glances at me every now and then.

“Do you have something to say to me?” I ask her, she slowly shakes her head.

“Use your voice.” I demand.

“No, sir.”

Hearing her call me sir does something to me, I feel the heat growing inside me and the painful throbbing in my pants. The fact that she has such an effect on me without even trying makes me feel completely off balance and intensely drawn to her.

It also makes me realize she could actually be sent to seduce me with those big innocent hazel eyes, those sexy long legs and that flushed skin.

“Who are you working for?” The question comes out in a hoarse voice.

“His name is Zion” Elisabetta answers.

‘Zion.’ I’ve never heard any Sicilians bear pure English names, unless that’s his middle name and he didn’t tell her the others. I’ll have Salvator run check on him.

“How long have you been working for him?”

“Since my dad died. About five years”

“Did you meet anyone else who works with him? Did they say their names?” I pry, eager to gather as much information as I can.

“No. I’ve seen with a lot of people and I can’t tell if they work for him or it’s just business. I’m never in the same room with them so I can’t tell their names.” She’s staring at me as she speaks, eyes following my every move, when my eyes meet with hers, she looks away with a shudder.

“How did you get your tattoo?”

“It was a year after I started working for him, he said I was loyal and has proven worthy of belonging to the family. I had no idea what he meant but he called a guy over and had him draw the tattoo on me, it was terrifying cause I hate needles. When I searched what the tattoo symbol means, all I saw was that I could possibly belong to an organization. I knew then that my fate was sealed”

“And yet he never allowed you meet with others, why?”

“I honestly don’t know” Elisabetta says, her voice barely a whisper, eyes fixed on the remaining food.

I study her face, searching for any sign of deception. Her expression is a mixture of fear and genuine confusion. If she’s acting, she’s damn good. The tattoo—a symbol of the Sicilian organization—combined with her apparent lack of knowledge about the mafia, is a massive contradiction. Why would Zion brand her as a loyalist and then keep her so isolated and ignorant?

Sighing, I gather the dishes, carrying them to the sink. I wash them immediately, cleaning after yourself is something my mom took seriously even though we have maids in the house. Elisabetta is quiet all this while, I know she’s an over thinker, she’ll rather bottle everything in her mind than to say anything. When I’m done, I’m ready to continue the conversation with her but when I turn, I’m caught completely off guard.

Elisabetta’s fast asleep, her hair falling all over her face and body; she looks like a freaking goddess. I carry her bridal style and head to her room; when I step inside, I’m fully blown over by her caramel scent that fills the whole place.

I gently lay her on the bed, careful not to wake her up. She stirs in her sleep, and I don’t know what gets into me, but I sink my fingers into her soft hair and gently massage her scalp. She goes back to sleep, and I get this warm feeling in my heart.

Moving outside, I stare at the sleeping beauty one last time. I know I’m supposed to hate her, but after spending time with her today, I don’t know what to feel anymore. Closing her door gently, I whisper to myself “You are my enemy, La mia donna. And I swear, when I finally take you, I’m not sure which of us I’ll destroy first”