The Mafia Don’s Temptation

CHAPTER NINE

ARIA

My heart pounded heavily in my chest as the cold barrel of Maximo’s gun pressed tightly against the side of my head. I pressed my eyes shut and tried to ignore the way my heart started to race.

So this is it. This is how I finally die.

At that realization, a cold sensation spread throughout my body, causing my breathing to become shallow and rapid. Fear clawed it’s way into my blood stream and I couldn’t focus on anything else but the weight of the gun against my flesh.

I heard the sound of the gun c*****g and I realized how much I didn’t want to die. If I die now, there will be no chance of me escaping, or even trying to escape.

I inwardly scoffed at the thought. Escaping from Maximo won’t be as easy as escaping from my stepfather. Maximo’s weight was pressed on my body, and there was no way I could ever overpower him.

“All it takes is for me to move my finger, and you’re gone,” he said in a low growl.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as a wave of terror washed over me. My palms became sweaty and my stomach churned with a sickening feeling of dread.

I didn’t want to die, but I couldn’t beg Maximo for my life either. I bit my tongue tightly till I tasted blood. Suddenly, I was filled with overwhelming thoughts.

Being alive meant having hope, but if I die now, all that hope is gone. I used to be a girl who had dreams and aspirations. I wanted to be a fashion designer, I wanted to fall in love and have children.

My mind briefly wandered to Evita and my grandmother, and I wondered if they will be sad that I’m gone, but my heart sank at the thought that they might never even find out that I’m dead.

That brought me to the sad realization that I am truly alone. I don’t have any family, friends or anyone that would miss me when I’m gone. I didn’t even live a life. I don’t have any legacy. I would be gone and forgotten like I never even existed.

I didn’t even realize that I had been crying until I felt Maximo’s rough finger wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Crying won’t save you, Red,” he roughly whispered.

His voice sent chills down my spine, and I could feel the goosebumps rise on my skin.

I wanted to open my mouth to say something, anything, but for some reason, I couldn’t speak.

“But why should I kill you when I haven’t even gotten another taste of you yet?” He growled.

My breath hitched as I felt his hand roughly grab my thigh, just the same way he had done it during dinner. His skin slid against mine as he dragged his hand up, and I subconsciously pressed my legs together, to stop his hand from moving further and to ease the throbbing feeling between my legs.

Maximo chuckled lightly and that was when I opened my eyes.

His face was close to mine and I could feel his harsh breaths against my skin. The fear I felt earlier had suddenly disappeared and I was overwhelmed with another feeling I didn’t want to admit to myself.

His eyes skimmed my face and I tried to calm my harsh breathing. His hand was still trapped between my thighs and the heat made my skin flush.

Maximo smirked and before I could realize what was happening, he used his second hand to spread my legs apart.

“f**k!” He growled and I exhaled a sharp breath as his hand moved further up, getting close to the main source of my heat.

How did things escalate so quickly? Just few minutes ago, I had a gun pressed to my head by this same man. Now, his hands were roaming on my flesh, leaving a feeling of heat along their path.

He said he wanted to have his way with me before he finally killed me. Maybe this was it. Instead of killing me, he would make me his s*x toy. After all, what other type of pleasure would he derive from keeping me alive?

A spiteful feeling filled my chest. Despite the fact that he was evil, my body still reacted pleasantly to his touch. I hated it, and the fact that I couldn’t seem to control my reaction.

I shut my eyes tightly as I realized that even if I didn’t want him to, I was no match for his physical strength. If he really wanted to use my body, he could, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

I felt another tear run down my cheek, and suddenly, the hand against my thigh disappeared. A cold feeling suddenly went through me as Maximo swiftly got up to his feet. I opened my eyes to see him tucking his gun in the waistband of his pants.

“You don’t have to waste your tears, Red,” he spat with venom.

He walked over to the side of the bed and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“How often will I have to wipe your tears?” He said and I gritted my teeth.

He sounded like he was doing me a favor. Maybe he was, after all, he didn’t kill me. But I hated it still.

“As long as you keep me here,” I spat, finally finding my voice.

Even though I had no plans of ever crying in front of him again, the words just tumbled out of my lips.

He smirked.

“There’s only one particular type of tears a man like me can condone, and that is the tears that’ll escape from your eyes when I’m buried deep inside of you.”

My heart raced as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against my forehead. His lips were soft and warm, a contrast to how cold and evil his heart was.

“Sleep tight, Red.”

He turned and walked out of the room, leaving his promise hanging in the air.