The Mafia Don’s Temptation

CHAPTER TEN

MAXIMO

I sat in my office and stared at the laptop that was before me. I had been staring at the screen for some minutes now. I needed to be working, but thoughts of a certain redhead handcuffed to the bed in one of my rooms filled my head.

I should have just killed her last night. That would bring an end to whatever this was.

‘Nothing is happening,’ I said in my head. She’s just a captive who also happens to be incredibly beautiful and sexy.

My Red.

The door to my office was opened and I had never been happy to get distracted from my thoughts before.

“Scar,” one of my men greeted as he walked into my office and sat on the chair before me.

“Enrico,” I said in a gruff voice.

As he sat down, he dropped the file he was holding on the table and slid it across the table and towards me.

“What does it say?” I asked.

“The law enforcement are on us,” he revealed and I chuckled.

Enrico was a police officer and also one of my most trusted men. He also helped us get intel on what was happening in their organization. And the information he just gave me was funny, because I controlled the whole of Italy, the law enforcement included. I gave them what they wanted—money, protection—and in return, they stayed away from our business.

“What do they want?” I asked Enrico and he shrugged.

“As you know, a new Chief of Police has been appointed,” he informed me. “He was transferred from America…”

As he mentioned America, the only thing it did was remind me of my American captive.

“Well, we need to officially welcome him to Italy, don’t you think?” I said in a low growl.

A certain look crossed Enrico’s eyes, and I knew he recognized the threat in my words.

After he left, I rounded up some things I was doing in my office before deciding to head home. I entered my Rolls Royce, I was reminded of the fact that I had s*x with Aria in this same car barely twenty-four hours after I first met her.

I drove fast, trying to get home and get out of this car as quickly as possible. I finally approached the giant gates of my mansion and the gates automatically opened after scanning.

I drove in, parked my car in the garage and got out. As I entered the house and climbed the stairs to my room, I resisted the urge to turn and walk towards the other side of the hallway where Aria’s room was located.

I finally got to my room, freshened up and soon, it was time for dinner. As usual, I sent Maria to go bring her down, even though I knew she wasn’t going to willingly come down.

Dinner consisted of baked chicken thighs and roasted vegetables. I focused on the food that was before me, paying attention to the way the flavours burst in my mouth, instead of the fact that Aria wasn’t here and it was pissing me off.

Nobody ever defied me like she did. Nobody ever dared to do that because they were all scared for their lives. I knew Aria was scared for her life too, I saw the fear in her eyes yesterday while I had a gun pressed to her head, but her hatred for me was more than her fear of death. I knew she wanted me to kill her because she didn’t want to go through whatever torture I had in stock for her. And I should. I should just end her life.

But I don’t want to. Seeing her tied up for me gave me a sick and twisted type of pleasure.

I wolfed down my dinner and before I realized what I was even doing, I was heading for Aria’s room. I pushed the door open to see her gazing outside the window as she usually did. I felt a weird tug in my chest as I saw the glimmer in her eyes and I knew she craved her freedom. Gazing outside the window was the only way she could see the outside world.

I clenched my jaw and shook my head. The weird feeling disappeared and was replaced with anger and spite. Yes, that's what I wanted to feel.

“You should give up, Maria,” she said in a low voice. “I don’t wish to be subject to your boss’s weird fetish for embarrassing me,” she said.

Another weird feeling went through me and I realized I wanted to laugh. With another clench of my jaw, I stepped further into the room.

“You’re wrong, but close,” I said and I heard her sharp gasp before she turned to look at me.

I’ve seen her a couple of times—more than I should because she should be dead—but her beauty always managed to strike me. Her eyes, wide and green, stared at me and I saw a mixture of emotions in them. Surprise, fear and the most prominent one, hatred.

Good. I can work with that.

I smirked and I saw the way her eyes moved to my lips and remained there. My d**k became hard instantly, especially as my eyes trailed over her small frame. She was in a green dress which had bunched up to her thigh, revealing her smooth legs to my view. I stalked closer to the bed and she instinctively backed up to the headboard. I could see her freckles more clearly now, and I had the sudden urge to know if they were only on her face or on other parts of her body as well.

“I recently just discovered that I have a fetish of seeing you handcuffed and restricted to this bed, just for me.”

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ARIA

A strange flush went over my body as his words escaped his lips. Maybe it was the way he said it, with his low and husky voice that managed to send shivers down my spine. His words were dark, but they were dark in a way that made my breathing accelerate, and in a way that made goosebumps rise all over my skin.

He was standing close to the bed and I refused to stare at him the way I wanted to. His face held distant anger, but his hands reached out to brush my hair away from my face. He slowly ran his fingers over the side of my face, and the feeling of his rough skin against mine sent wetness pooling between my legs. I instinctively pressed my legs together and his eyes followed the movement.

I hated the way he made me feel. I hated the way my body seemed to have a mind of its own as it reacted to him in ways it shouldn’t, because this same man almost killed me yesterday, and I was still his captive.

He chuckled and I found myself wanting to hear the rough sound over and over again.

“It seems you have the fetish of being tied up for me as well,” he said.

That managed to snap me out of my thoughts and I stared at him, hoping he could see the anger and hatred I had for him in my eyes.

I bit my tongue to hold back my retort. Instead of telling him to go f**k himself, I smiled.

“The only thing I want is to get out of here,” I said with gritted teeth.

He smiled, revealing his white set of teeth. It always baffled me how someone so beautiful could be so evil.

“That’s one fetish I can’t satisfy, unfortunately,” he said and I saw something dark and sensual cross his eyes.

“But there are several other areas you’ll get extreme satisfaction from,” he said in an almost whisper, his hot breath coming down to fan my face.

My breathing became laboured as I stared into his eyes, and I was just noticing for the first time how grey they were. Tension hot and thick filled the air, but it dissipated quickly as Maximo abruptly stood up.

I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding as he clenched his jaw. The angry and guarded expression on his face was back, and I didn’t know if I preferred it to his previous expression.

But whether I preferred it or not, his anger was better. I couldn’t risk anything else.

“Maria will prepare something else for you,” he said as he turned to leave.

“And this time, you must eat Red.”