Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession

Chapter 6: Marriage contract 1

Lorenzo’s POV

I have been watching her every move for the past six days. I know she is planning to escape. How stupid.

Sitting down beside her on the bed, anger builds up in my chest as I stare at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on my entire life. My little sister should be around her age now, if only she was alive.

Clenching my fist, I stand to my feet and walk out of the room, leaving the ghost of my past behind.

“Let me know when she wakes up,” I say to Viktor.

“Yes, Don,” he responds. “The ladies are in your room, waiting”

“Oh?” A dark smirk curlsmy lips. I need to release some serious tension.

I climb the stairs to my quarters and kick the door open. Three women lay stark naked on my bed. “What are your names?” I ask, my voice devoid of warmth.

“Mira, Vera, Lucia,” they respond, smiling seductively.

“We have been waiting for you, Don Enzo” Mira says, crawling off the mattress. She walks toward me, her hands drawing teasing circles on my chest. I grip her wrist, yank her against my body and crash my lips onto hers violently.

I have an incredibly high libido; one woman is never enough to burn off this kind of rage. I need the noise, the chaos, the Crowd.

Grabbing her ass, I stagger toward the bed, breaking the kiss and shoving her down. I walk over to the armchair, throwing myself into it.

“Crawl to me.” I command.

I watch as the three of them got on all fours. They move seductively, their breasts bouncing as they made their way toward me. The bulge in my pants getting tight, heavy and ready to drill.

I strip off my shirt, pants and underwear until I was completely stark naked. Grabbing Vera by her hair I guide her to her knees. she takes me in her mouth, sucking greedily as I f**k the back of her throat.

“Mmmmm” I groan as my pace quickens, I didn’t do foreplay. I pull out and bend her over a nearby table, slamming into her from behind in one, deep powerful thrust.

“Mira, get on the table and spread those legs wide for me. Touch yourself while I watch” I order.

She scrambles up, opening herself completely and moaning loudly, screaming my name as her fingers go to work.

I drive deeper into Vera, the slapping sound of my thighs against her skin echoing through the room. I stretch my hand out to finger-f**k Mira, while Lucia leans over to suck on her breasts, just the way I love it.

After a few hard, brutal thrusts, I pull out of Vera and push her aside. Bracing my forearms on the table, I position myself over Mira and thrust into her without warning.

“Aah… yess… deeper Signore, harder!” She moans as I increase my pace, slamming violently into her. Nearby, Vera and Lucia focuses on each other, grinding together to prep themselves for my intrusion.

My hand flew to Mira’s Neck, squeezing slightly to choke her as I drive deeper and faster before she could reach the peak, I pull out.

I grab Lucia, lifting her off the table, and carry her over to the bed. Opening my nightstand drawer, I bring out a pair of metal cuffs and lock her wrists to the headboard. I lift her legs, draping them over my shoulders to open her completely, and thrust into her. My fingers rub her c**t in a harsh rhythm with my hips.

“f**k!… Aahh… Yes!” she moans as I f**k her senseless.

“You, come here,” I order in a low growl, pointing at Vera. She crawls over instantly.

“Sit on her, let her suck you.” I order. Vera climbs onto the bed, positioning her wet heat directly over Lucia’s face, grinding her hips as Lucia’s tongue goes to work.

A low, hungry groan tears off my throat at the sight. “That’s more like it” I growl, still thrusting fiercely into Lucia.

After a few more violent thrusts, I pull out of Lucia, pushing her aside and grab Mira. Laying flat on my back, I pulled her on top of me.

“Ride me,” i groan .

She slowly slips my c**k into her swollen, dripping center, bouncing on it and taking all of me, crying out as I hit her core. I grip her hips tightly, applying more friction and slamming her down against me. Bending her a bit forward, I reach up so I could catch her breast, sucking on the n****e while she rides me.

I feel the climax building up, but I wasn’t finished yet. I kept hitting her core, my hands lock on her hips to control the brutal thrusts.

“Mmmm… Aahh… Spingi più forte!” she screams.

I did exactly that, increasing the pace until I am slamming violently into her. Right at the edge, I swiftly pull and grab Vera by the back of her neck.

“Open your mouth. Take my cum.”

She obeys, and I spill my warm fluid into her mouth, painting her face with the remnants of my rage.

I lie back on the bed, my chest heaving. After a moment, I straighten up, step off the mattress, and look back at the three of them. A wave of disgust suddenly washes over me.

I walk over to the bar, and grab a bottle of whiskey, pouring into a glass before taking a slow sip.

“That was one hell of a ride, Signore,” Vera murmurs, catching her breath.

“Viktor will take care of the rest. Get dressed and get out.” I order.

They know better than to linger. They scramble out of bed, gather their clothings and hurry out of the room. I gulp down the rest of the liquor before heading into the bathroom to wash them off my skin.

Nadia’s POV

I wake up to a deafening ringing in my ear. Peeling my eyes open slowly, I take in the unfamiliar surroundings as the terrifying reality of what happened earlier today replays in my head.

Suddenly, there is vibrations, shuddering through the ceiling just above the room. Ryhthmic thuds echoes, accompanied by the chorus of breathless moans and distant sound of skin slapping against skin. The friction so intense that the crystals of the chandelier hanging above rattles against each other.

I swallow hard, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. I gently step down from the bed and rush toward the door. I turn the heavy metal knob and it is locked.

Panic bloom in my chest. I bang my fists against the wood, harder and harder, screaming at the top of my voice.

“Hello?! Let me out! Is anyone there?!” I yell but got no response. My hands throb from hitting so much.

The sickening sounds from upstairs suddenly fade into silence. After what felt like a few minutes, heavy footsteps approach the door from the hallway. My breath hitches, and I stagger backward into the room.

The lock clicks, the door swings open and I come face-to-face with the Villain himself — Lorenzo Romano.

He walks into the room, wearing nothing but a dark silk robe. I continue to back away as he advances, his presence swallowing up the space.

“You!” I gasp, my eyes wide.

“In the flesh,” he responds, an evil, mocking grin playing on his lips.

“What do you want?” I ask, my voice trembling. All efforts to stay strong is gradually failing.

He stops a few feet away, crossing his hands behind him, “Your uncle used your life to settle his debts. In my world, that means you belong to me now.”

“I belong to no one!” I snap.

“Oh? Well, you belong to me now, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.”

I still could not believe my uncle actually sold me to him, and my aunt, my own flesh and blood consented to it.

“You cannot just kidnap me and keep me locked away here, let me go!” I yell.

His expression darkens, the temperature in the room suddenly drops. Taking long strides toward me, his hand shoots out. He grabs me by the neck and pins me forcefully to the wall, seizing my airway.

His face is so close I can feel his hot breath fanning my face, “You do not raise your voice at me,” he growls, his voice a low, lethal whisper. “You owe me much more than you think, and I’ll collect every debt that should be paid in blood. I will break you slowly, little girl, until there’s nothing left of you.”

I slap on his hand as his grip tightens, I could barely breathe.

“Le… let g… go,” I choke out, my fingertips clawing at his skin, leaving deep red scratches on his hand.

Suddenly, he let go, shoving me lightly away from him. I drop to the floor, sucking in air and coughing violently as oxygen returns to my lungs.

He looks down at me, his gaze burning with intense hatred. “The marriage contract will arrive in three days. Until then, just be a good girl and stay in this room.”

With that, he turns on his heels and walks out of the room, slamming the heavy door shut. The lock turns with a heavy click.

I sit frozen on the floor. Marriage contract? What the hell is he talking about?

No. There is absolutely no way I am marrying him.