Chapter 1
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“Nooo!”
“Ple..ase!”
“I'm dying”
“Som..body save me!”
“It's hurting me!”
“Please, take it out!” She cried in pain.
The young beautiful lady screamed on top of her voice, the continuous thrusts from the man causing pain to her body. All her screams only added up to the man's energy, as he moved at a fast pace, slamming his d**k into her tight wall, which could only take in half of his size.
“Damn it!” He muttered as he struggled to get his full size into the girl's V.
“Plea..se” her voice came again, in a tired and worn-out sound.
She felt her strength losing out of her body. She realized it was already done, she had lost her virginity to the most dreaded stranger she met just hours ago.
Amber couldn't speak but only whimpered until the fierce handsome-looking guy stood up from her chest.
Salvador Sylvester, the Italian Mafia ring Boss wanted to look back at the mess he had made out of the lady, sold to him but he couldn't bring himself to, as her silent sobs rang into his ears.
All through his life, all his ears had heard were nothing but just the cries of helpless humans. Those that his father stood him up to watch the brutal treatment he imposed on them, those he grew up torturing himself.
He is the infamous ruthless mafia boss, Lord Sylvester of the Salvador family. The deadly family that controlled the whole Italian mafia world. He is named Lord Salvador after his father as he despises anyone calling him by his birth name.
“It's better you stop crying. There's more of this to face in the future” his husky voice thundered Amber's ears.
He stood up from the bed, reached for his robe, and put it on, he stopped tying the silky rope of the robe when his eyes came in contact with the blood at the tip of his shorts.
“Geez!” He muttered and turned to leave in a hurry.
More of this? It wasn't going to last for just once? What deal have those bastards she called brothers done with this ruthless freak? Amber wondered.
She jerked up from the bed in an attempt to stop him from walking out of the room, but was abruptly drawn back making her back hit the bed frame, when a sharp cut ran through her abdomen.
“What do you mean by, in the future? I don't want to have anything to do with you again” Amber said, glaring at his back.
He stopped and turned to face her when he heard her.
What type of girl is this that doesn't know him and keeps getting on his nerves? Salvador thought.
“Does putting up a show makes you feel more like a decent lady? You collected my money to offer me your body, you don't dare say you won't want more of me” he said, his eyes shooting dagger at her.
Anger was written over his face, as he stared at the lady on the bed more carefully. He admired her beauty and her well-shaped figure. On top of all that, she is a f*****g tight asshole, he has never f****d before. That piques the hot desire for her in him and would want more of her until he loses interest in her.
“Why are you finding it hard to believe me? I was brought here with having fore knowledge of all what's going on!” Amber yelled in frustration.
“Shut the trap! You f**k girl, you women are hypocrites. You don't deserve to be believed” he said, his voice mixed with sadness.
Amber noticed this and wanted to flare up at him for his wrong view of her, she is not like any other woman and she's not an errand f**k girl, as he thought her to be.
“And you don't dare raise your voice at me ever again if you don't want to drop dead at that very moment”.
Amber's throat dried immediately when she saw his darkened eyes, reddened with fury. A quiver of uneasiness stacked up in the pit of her stomach as she watched Salvador storm out of the room, his robe flaring behind him.
I have angered his wrath, but this is surely not about me, I know that for sure. Could the great Lord Salvador have a bitter past his memories lingered on, she wondered, seated still on the bed with the duvet clutched tightly on her chest.
She can't believe a mafia Lord just ripped her off her first ever s*x, the memory she has always wanted to be with a man she loves and also loves her in return. And not on any just day other than her wedding night.
“I will kill you both!” She muttered, clenching her fist tightly, the image of Andrea and Luis laughing clanged on her vision.
*****
“What should I do with the girl?” A lady in her mid-fifties asked, helping Salvador take off his robe.
“She pisses me off already. The innocence on her face is so spiteful, take her to the vineyard to work” he said and slipped into the jacuzzi tub.
His eyes were tightly closed as the cold water caressed his bare skin.
“The vineyard?” The woman gasped, forcing Salvador to open his eyes.
“I'm sorry but the vineyard is a bit. Will that not be too harsh on her? Not to hinder what you want from her” she spoke with caution.
“Is that why you brought in a virgin?” He said, his eyes entwined on the woman's soft gaze.
“I..mm..I..” she stuttered confused at what she should say to appease her Lord.
She had brought in what he hates most, knowing fully, he hates the sight of pureness and innocence.
“Her taste is different, tight, and good to explore, I admit. But you shouldn't betray me, Cynthia!”
“I'm sorry, Lord Salvador. I only wanted the best. I thought we could follow what the doctor said” she explained, her head bowed in fear.
Salvador kept his gaze on Steward Cynthia as he fondly called when he was little. He can't understand why she always trembled before him when she's literally a mother to him right from a young age. She must be seeing his father's image in him.
Is he any better? Even still worse than his father. The third successor of the deadly Mafia group after his grandfather, Lord Salvador, a man he hates but ends up taking after his steps.
“I looked into her and found she's fertile. Even her mother had six sons in total before she died” Steward Cynthia added when she noticed the dark silence in the room.
“You still care a lot about me. Even though I turned into his replica” he said.
“No, you're different from him” Steward Cynthia reassured, tears forming up in her eyes.
“How? I've killed more than he does, tortures in tough treatment just as he does, even crueler than his tortures” he said, his voice trembling with mixed sorrow and rage.
“That's all because you wanted to live, out of their dominance, to instill the exact fear you endured in them. I know you are doing all this to survive,” she said, sniffing in her tears.
“No, Cynthia I've changed. From the little cute boy you mothered. I'm now just a beast like him”.
“No, you're…”
“Stop the act! You also hate the sight of me just like others do. The tremble you had for him is just the exact of what you showed me” he stood up from the jacuzzi tub.
“Don't you dare bring in what I hate again! Trying to change me? You will only worsen it.” he said and walked away, water dripping from his hair down to the floor.
TBC
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