Blackmailed By The Ruthless Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 5~SAY YES

“Is that so? That offer is alluring enough…especially since I like ‘everything’ about you.” His hand reached for her face, and Larisa flinched when he swiped the loose strands of hair sticking to her wet cheek behind her ear. “But you need to understand that I hate nothing more than a tardy person. I’m always on time…I got here several minutes before 7:00pm…if you were going to bring my boys to visit, you should’ve brought them eleven minutes earlier."

He clicked his tongue. "You shouldn’t have made me angry…your beautiful face is now ruined with tears, and your arm’s bleeding…god, I hope it doesn’t leave a scar.”

He leaned closer, analyzing the nasty wound he created; one she hadn’t even known was there. “It’s not deep, I’m glad you apologized before things got even worst.”

'Even worst...?' Larisa thought, her breaths shallow and hard.

She nodded, not knowing what else to do. She kind of found it hard to speak, she was scared to the point where even his words were almost incomprehensible. She didn’t know what he was planning to do with her, and anticipation was causing everything, including her heart to shake.

“Speak, little reporter. Say something. The fear in your voice turns me on a little.”

See? She knew it. He was a psychotic killer and a r****t. She knew this meeting would go in this direction, and that's exactly why she didn't want to come.

His hand cupped her cheek, and though she wanted to turn away, she couldn't move an inch. “You’re so pretty…everything about you…but making me angry could have me destroying that beauty. Don’t ever do it again, okay?”

Larisa nodded again, and he lightly tapped her lips. “Speak beautiful…I prefer to hear your voice.”

“Yes…” Larisa finally said. “I-I won’t ever do it again.”

“Alright, good.” His arm wrapped around her waist, helping her up, and then he led her over to the bed, sitting her down. “I need to clean up that cut.”

He turned his back, walking towards the chest of drawers in the room, and that was when Larisa noticed the tattoo on his back; words written in a foreign language down his spine. She didn’t know what it meant, but she didn’t want to. The only thing she needed to know and understand was that he was a madman. He wasn’t a normal person…how could he blame her for what he did to her?

And how could he try to kill a person for merely being late? He said he wasn’t angry that she told the police; any normal person would’ve been angrier about that. However, he... he wasn’t f*cking normal...! He was a monster... and Larisa would make sure never to anger him again.

She tensed when he turned back to face her, holding a first aid kit that he took from one of the drawers in hand. “I found it…I’m glad.”

He smiled and suddenly Larisa remembered how kind he had looked on Tv. He really didn’t look like a thug which was why so many people failed to believe it. His appearance was gentle, his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, his auburn hair styled in a way that fitted him perfectly, and his lips were even more perfect than hers. He was a gorgeous man, but it was sad that his personality wasn’t as pretty.

He took a seat beside her on the bed, placing the little container between them. “Does it hurt?”

Larisa didn’t answer, for how could it not hurt?

“Larisa…your voice…I told you I like your voice…talk back to me.”

“Y-Yes…it hurts.”

“I’m sorry it hurts, but people only learn their lesson when their mistakes cause them pain.” He took a piece of cotton from the kit, lathering it with alcohol. “It’ll hurt more now…bear it.”

He tapped the cotton against her arm and Larisa whimpered when pain hit her like a brick. It hurt, it hurt so damn bad.

She flinched away from him when he pressed down too hard, and he glared at her. “I said to bear it…it has to be done.”

“Ok..okay…”

And she did as told. She endured the pain until a band-aid was placed over the cut. “All done…does it feel better, Larisa?”

Larisa nodded, glancing up at him. “How do you…how do you even know my name?”

“I did my research…I know everything about you…however, there’s one thing I never got the chance to thoroughly explore…” His hand lifted her blouse and Larisa quailed when he gripped her hips, pulling her onto his lap. “This body…I want so bad to."

No…Larisa shook her head; his touch…Larisa despised everything about it. "Please don't. I'm a virgin...I-I'm saving myself."

“What happened to giving me your everything? What happened to giving me anything that I want?” He lifted her blouse higher. “Did you lie? I hate liars too. The only person you could ever be saving yourself for is me."

"Please..."

Her eyes ~filled with tears~ drifted up to stare into his. They had the colour of the ocean and just like the waves, they looked rough. "Okay, I won't enjoy it if it's forced. I believe that the same fate who led you to me will eventually have you willingly climbing into my bed. Speaking of bed..."

He looked over at her. "You must be tired after everything that happened tonight. Get some sleep"

Larisa shuffled out of his laps, feeling something gard beneath her bum as she shifted. She knew what it was, ut she didn't dare acknowledge.

She wasn't sure if she could fall asleep beside a man like him. Every instinct screamed at her to stay awake, to keep watching him in case he tried something. But after everything that happened today, exhaustion was stronger than fear. So she closed her eyes, pretending to sleep...hoping he couldn't tell the difference.