My Mafia Daddy Tastes Like Sin

ARIANA'S POV~ “Useless b***h!" He snarled, next the room echoed with the sound of a slap as it landed hard across my face, sending a sharp sting through my skin and causing my head to jerk to the side. My ears rang, and the unmistakable taste of blood filled my mouth. Tears began to well up in my eyes. "Are you a virgin?! f*****g answer me!" I cowered back, my back hitting the bed as I tried to put distance between us. My eyes darted towards my father, his hateful gaze locked onto me. Beside him, my stepmother and sister wore cruel, triumphant smiles, which tore at my very soul. "Yes..." I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. Sniffling, I gingerly touched the throbbing spot where I had been struck. More tears dropped. My father let out a heavy sigh of relief and dropped to the floor, making the sign of the cross and offering thanks to the heavens. Even through the pain, I couldn't help but feel confused by his reaction. "Thank God, finally I can have you sold. For the first time in your life, Ariana, you've pleased me." My blood ran cold as the horrifying realization of what my father was saying sank in. I had never felt such dread before. My heart plummeted into my stomach and I struggled to breathe or even think clearly. "What do you mean, Papa?" I managed to whisper. "Silenzio!" he snapped, standing up and glaring at me with his usual icy stare. "We owe the Caruso family a staggering 182 million Euros, and they want it back in just two weeks! Where on Earth am I supposed to find that kind of money?!!" he roared, his face contorted with rage and veins bulging in his forehead. I felt as though my lips had been sealed with glue, but deep down, my throat was itching and boiling with something painful. I wanted to speak yet couldn't find the words. My father was a chronic gambler, a bad man who worked for the mafia, dealing in ammunition and drugs. It was no surprise he could quickly squander such an enormous amount of money. Bitterness crept in as I realized he had never bothered to help with my mother's treatment at the psychiatric hospital or provide me with financial support for my education or a business venture. I bit my lip and remained silent. "You will take the Caruso family's offer and become the bride of their son. I told them you're a virgin, and he will breed you." Disgust and shame washed over me at the thought of the man I called my father. I wished I could die right there and reincarnate into a more reasonable family. I still didn't speak, fearing my father would bruise my face or traumatize me further. "Why are you silent? Parla!" he ordered in Italian, his expression turning cold. "Why choose me? Why not your precious Carmilla?" I snarled, wanting to know the reason behind his decision. "Because that girl has shamed me. Ragazza stupida!" he cursed in Italian. "She's not a virgin. I don't even know how Martina is raising that Carmilla!" My stepmother's face fell alongside my stepsister's, and despite my anguish, I felt a small sense of satisfaction at their distress. "Be prepared. They will be coming to discuss the marriage plan." He abruptly stood, preparing to leave my room, but I stopped him. "Do you think I am some sort of commodity that you can use and dump anytime you want? Where have you been as a father figure in my life while I work my ass off just to earn a single Euro? Where have you been when I kept struggling with my everyday life, falling and picking up the pieces? And now, when I'm trying to piece my life together, you're selling me off?" I was shocked to the marrow. "I reject it! I will never agree to your nonsense. I'm done here, Father." He instantly fell silent, his expression darkening into one of a brewing storm. I wasn't ready to back down, even if he decided to hit me. I expected him to yell, but instead, a twisted, cruel smile spread across his lips before he let out a cackle, turning to stare at me fully. "I dare you to do something stupid, mia figlia, and watch your mother breathe her last. Watch your mother kiss the earth goodbye after just one phone call to that hospital..." My face instantly paled at his words. "So if I were you, you'd be a good girl and listen to Papa." Without another word, he walked away. My stepmother and sister followed him, my stepmother marching away with heavy strides, perhaps to confront my father, while Carmilla stayed behind. "If I were you, I'd watch my back, virgin sister," she sneered before slamming my door shut. I slumped to the ground as my tears broke forth like a dam. Just then, a notification popped up on my screen. "Wanna hang out? Girl, you can't miss this opportunity!" ~ ~ ~ “What the hell am I doing in a club?" I asked dreadfully, as I turned to my best friend, Elena. She had somehow managed to sneak us into one of the deadliest clubs in Sicily. "Come on. You're always paranoid. I got a job offer," Elena whispered, pulling me into the noisy main club area where the smell of tobacco and alcohol was almost overwhelming. Several men scattered openly across the area were armed with firearms. It was clear they were members of a notorious mafia, their presence sending chills down my spine. "What sort of job?" I yelled through the noisy hall, the blaring music and raucous laughter forcing me to raise my voice. Elena turned to look at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Just sit here, and I'll be right back," she shouted back, leading me to a deserted corner. Her familiarity with this dangerous place made me feel uneasy. Then, without another word, she slipped away into the crowd, leaving me alone and uncomfortable. My eyes darted nervously from one corner to another, my senses on high alert. Just before I could try to distract myself with my cellphone, my eyes snapped to the area where a few men where coming to sit. Oh my f*****g world! I swear I literally froze. Ariana, you stupid girl! Look away… but I couldn't. A man in a black shirt and pants, taller than the rest of the men surrounding him, came into my eyesight. He had a large cigar in his mouth, his hair dark and long, a large tattoo on his neck, broad shoulders and with a piercing blue eyes which mesmerized me. Wow! How could someone like this, so handsome and sexy exist? I thought they were just only in my fictional books. My throat turned dry when my eyes lingered on his lips which screamed of the bad things he could do to a woman's body, and although here was cold, I wanted to fan myself with my palms. And just before I could pull my eyes away from him, he stopped midway in his conversation, his eyes gliding at my direction. I expected him to look away because I wasn't his type. Wait! What was I saying? This man looked like he was a decade older than me or even more. He could be my father's age mate. I hated to admit it but my n*****s instantly hardened when his eyes didn't look away. Look! I'm a good girl okay? I hardly went intimate with the guys I've dated but right now I was feeling my s*x clench and it was embarrassing. Still he didn't look away. One of his men looked my way, pointing at my direction and I could feel that he was asking permission to get me to their table but he refused which slightly disappointed me. Better anyways. My eyes still couldn't pull away and I watched another group of men approach their table. I saw Mr. Sexy Devil whisper to the man beside him before standing. The next thing I saw was a punch being thrown and next the whipping out of a gun. Oh s**t! My attraction for this older man instantly died and I quickly stood, taking my old purse along. No way! I was getting involved with these type of men. "Where are you going?" Elena asked as I nearly bumped into her. "Let's leave right now," I urged. She gave me a puzzled look, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Here, have some," she offered me a cocktail before adding some powdery substance to it. "What's this?" I asked, sniffing my drink suspiciously. My eyes narrowed. "It's anti-dizziness medicine. I want to take you to the boss; you'll be a cashier. Come on.” God knew how much I needed the money, and there was nothing suspicious about what Elena had done. We had both done crazier things during high school and always came out unscathed. Pulling me toward a waiting area, she instructed me to wait for her to fetch someone. As I sat there, minutes ticked by, and I started to feel an unsettling sensation creeping over me. My skin began to burn, a wave of heat that seemed to spread from my head, down my neck, through my abdomen, and into my thighs. What the heck was happening? My phone was no longer in my purse. I was alarmed. Was I now feeling horny or what? Sweats pooled at my brows, my palms turned clammy. I began to make my way down the area only to see it deserted. I didn't know my way and couldn't find anyone either so I took my right, hoping I could find my exit. I stopped at a door, where it was written VVIP area. The heck! My head wasn't functioning anymore and I began to pound on the door. The door clicked open, and to my horror, it revealed a man and what I did next horrified the s**t out of me. I slammed my lips on him, pushing him indoor and heard him curse out in shock. I began to peel off my dress and watched his mouth hung open. I couldn't see his face but Holy molly! I just wanted his hands on my body. “Please…” I begged him like a slut. But I didn't care. " Touch me… just once… I'm dying." Without wasting time, he slams his lips on mine, moans into my mouth and works his fingers deeper into my hair, until he’s tugging and angling me to take his tongue just so. He slides his other hand down the neckline of my borrowed dress, to slip beneath the fabric and palm my breast. I gasp against his lips as he captures my n****e between his thumb and finger and twists, and then I press closer. It’s exactly what I wanted, and he knew just how to give it to me. Next our clothes were gone and I was on his bed and him on top. “So f*****g pretty." I heard him mutter before I felt something hard press at my entrance. I screamed in pain when I felt him plunge into my s*x, my hands flew to his back, digging into his skin and he began to pump in and out of me. “Yes… take it like the pretty little girl that you are.” I had no idea how time flew but the next thing I felt the man slipping off me before kissing my lips and then pulling me into his chest. “Now sleep." He ordered. And like a spell cast, I shut my heavy eyes.