Claimed By The Mafia Brothers.

$11 Shopping Day

A dominant man and persistent man fills the head with unholy thoughts.

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Rebecca tugged at the hem of the dress and tried to adjust the spaghetti arm that dug too tightly into her skin. She scrunched her face, there was no hope for such a dress.

Most of her breasts were exposed and the fabric outlined every single curve of her body. Not to mention it barely covering her thighs.

She felt naked as Diego's eyes looked her up and down. She didn't see desire in his eyes, just a simple scrutinizing gaze.

"Next." He said coldly for the tenth time.

She should have expected that much when he dragged her out of her room very early in the morning to find her suitable outfits to wear around his house.

"Can't you just let me decide on what I want?!" She emphasized on the word "I" as she spoke.

Diego ignored her complaint and chased her off to try on the next dress.

With a scoff and a look of disdain, she turned around and waddled behind the curtains.

"He doesn't like this one too?" The designer asked her with eyes widened in surprise.

Rebecca shook her head, pouting softly.

The woman sighed and turned to leave. "Wait here." She said before disappearing behind the curtains and leaving Rebecca alone in the dressing room.

Rebecca stared at herself in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, checking out her curves. Her hair fell over her back and shoulders, she had barely brushed them when he came to get her.

It was so impromptu, she didn't even know what to think of it. "Why is he trying to buy me pretty outfits?" She wondered.

After their argument three days ago, she had disappeared in his eyes. He ignored her like she wasn't there and she did exactly what she was assigned to. Serve him his coffee and clean his room.

She never thoroughly cleaned his room though, she refused to spend a minute more than she was meant to in his bedroom.

She promised to be the stone in his shoe and he claimed to be looking forward to it yet she could not even figure out how to be the slightest inconvenience to him.

She bit down on her lips thoughtfully and sighed. "Diego truly is a mysterious man." She concluded.

Her reflection stared back at her, the dress would have been perfect if only they had given her her size.

The designer slipped back in with more outfits. "Well, let's get you into these ones. Hopefully, he'll like them."

Rebecca stared at the clothes. They were more simple than all she had been trying on. More comfy and her style. "What about winter coats? Boots too. Oh and a make up box." She asked.

She hated not having access to any make up at all.

The woman nodded and went to prepare them.

Rebecca slipped out of the dress she had on, trying hard not to rip it, then she put on a comfy button down dress. It was short and a little flared with a thin fabric belt.

She could imagine herself styling this with a pair of long leather boots. Her wish did come true.

When she went out to show the dress, Diego's brow arched thoughtfully and he nodded. For the first time ever. "Good. We won't be needing the boots, she'll be indoors most of the time."

The designer was surprised by his words and she couldn't hide it as her eyes widened but she dared not question him. "Yes sir."

He rose to his feet with a soft sigh and buried his hands inside his pocket. "Get a couple more comfortable clothes like this, as much as she wants, some glamorous ones but she won't be needing too many of those.

"Comfy slip ons, indoor shoes. Whatever she needs. Give it to her. Winter aesthetic clothes too."

She nodded her head and smiled at Rebecca. "Is there something on your mind?"

Rebecca shook her head. She would not be going anywhere anyway.

"Good." Diego commented. "Thirty minutes, we'll be in the car. Let's go, Cattivella." He ordered.

"I still want to look around." Rebecca stared firmly.

"We've spent enough time here." He responded briefly.

Rebecca hailed from a wealthy family, but there were always people who were wealthier than the wealthy people. Diego was one of those people.

She had always dreamed of shopping from Casa di Lusso but a single dress there cost more than twenty dresses from the kind of boutique she shopped from.

Who would have known that was where Diego would take her to? And after making her suffer through eleven uncomfortable outfits, he was just going to take her away like that? Not while she was still breathing!

"I need to check out their winter collection. I need warm clothes too you know, winter is just at the door step. Also, I want to look around and–"

She cut herself off, rather, Diego's gaze cut her off. She knew she was irritating him so much at the moment and it didn't bother her one single bit.

But she would not want him cutting her tongue off because he sure did look like he could and would.

The designer excused herself, not wanting to see where their argument would lead. "I'll prepare everything in thirty minutes." She said before disappearing.

Diego ran his fingers through his nearly combed hair and licked his lower lip. When his eyes fell back on her, she felt like she was going to attack her but then again, the man was unpredictable.

With each step he took towards her, she moved backwards until her back was pressing against the wall.

He leaned his hand against the wall, closing off her exit. "Cattivella..." he said softly.

"I have a name." Rebecca said boldly, glaring daggers at him.

He smirked, "I know, but I don't care. I'll call you whatever I want, because you're mine."

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her middle was throbbing and her n*****s were as hard as they could get.

Diego was undeniably handsome and he always had a strange effect on her body. Especially when he did things like this.

Maybe she didn't mind him being so dominant, if only he'd take it to the bed.