He frowns and his lips turn up in anguish. “Lex is not going to let you leave, Corsetta. You’re in the mafia, the women are not allowed to live away from their husbands and what about rose bug? She needs her mama.”
“He has to live with it, and I’ll take her with me.” I play along.
“Be safe. And as long as Draco approves of it, then you should be fine.” His breathing is rigid. He still thinks Draco is still alive and still the Don.
“You want to watch Golden Girls? For old time’s sake?”
“Of course.”
I pick up the black remote and change the channel.
Roselyn
THE FOLLOWING WEEK, I’VE BEEN on my best behavior. I did everything Devious said, being the well-behaved woman he wants me to be. It’s disgusting I have to bow to him or any man. He made me feel like I was a trophy wife when we had to meet with the other Dons for dinner every night. I had to wear elegant dresses which cost an arm and a leg. Apparently, since I’m marrying a Don, I have to become acquainted with the other Don’s wives. They were too shallow and materialistic for me.
My gaze drifts to Devious as he rolls over on his back. His muscles are hard and cut but scarred with different permanent marks. Each scar is pale and pink. Some stretch across his back and some are small as a paper clip. Who put those scars on his back? I heard some men beat their boys to make them tough for the mafia. His tousled dark hair makes his olive skin seem brighter. He doesn’t look like the ruthless Don before me, but a normal man. He twists around and his eyes pop open, then he lifts up, yawns, glancing my way.
“Get dressed,” he orders, tossing the soft blanket from his body. The way he says this makes me wish he was already dead. There is no way in hell I’m going to spend the rest of my life with his controlling, dominant ass. He’s fucking bossy and it pisses me off. “We have our engagement party.” He rolls out of bed, waltzes to the bathroom and the sound of the shower awakens my body. He’s naked, and my core starts tingling. I imagine the water gliding down his firm muscles. Is he touching himself? I shake my head. I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking him. He’s forcing me to marry him and he’s a monster. My brain and pussy are at war with each other. Shaking my head, I twirl my legs off the edge of the bed.
My phone dings with a message and I pick it from the nightstand. A message from Tommy.
Tommy: The packet is ready. I talked to my friend and he said you can crash at his sister’s place when you get to Frankfurt.
Me: I wired you the money. I’ll text you when I’m ready to pick up the package. I’ll send you my location. Thanks for helping me find a place to stay.
Tommy: Anytime, beautiful.
Immediately, I delete all our chat conversations so if Devious decides to go through my phone, he won’t find anything.
I set my phone back on the nightstand. Devious strolls back to the room, fully naked. His thighs are huge as trees and my eyes stay on his hard dick. I try to tear my gaze from it, but it’s gigantic. It’s the size of a skyscraper. He’s planning on sticking that inside of me. Hurting my virgin pussy. No thank you.
“Why is your dick freakishly huge?” I blurt out. His eyes venture down to his cock.
“Your pussy is expandable. It can handle twelve inches.”
The head is so red, it’s almost purple and precum sits at the tip of it. It curves and he has a birthmark in the shape of a circle on the shaft. My core aches, and knots form in the pit of my stomach. There is something seriously fucked up about me lusting after a man who is holding me against my will and forcing me to marry him. Humiliation dampens my cheeks.
Devious strolls up to me and rubs my cheeks. His touch is gentle, and my ovaries are ready to explode. I smack his hand away and I expect him to threaten to kill me, but he chuckles.
“Keep fighting me and you’ll find out if my freakishly huge dick will fit into your tiny pussy sooner than later.” His eyes drop to this see through black nightgown which he makes me wear every night. “The more you fight me, the more you sass me, the more my dick gets hard.” He swipes a few of my hair strands from my forehead and uses his index finger to lift my chin. “I want to bury your head in the pillow and fuck you from the back as you scream my name. Don’t tempt me, Nymph.”
My cheeks flush as I pad to the walk-in closet. It’s twice the size of my old small bedroom and the cherry wood shelves are smooth and shiny. My clothes are organized by different colors and I have to stand on a stepping stool to grab a dress.
Devious walks to his side of the closet and grabs a black Armani suit from a wooden hanger.
“Since you’ve been a good girl, you can wear any fancy dress you like.”
All week he’s been picking out what I wear to those ridiculous dinners with the other Don’s famiglia.
I nod, snatching a green long gown from the hanger and wiggling it on. It pushes up my small perky breasts, making them appear larger, and it hugs my torso like a glove.
I feel Devious moving my hair over my shoulders, then he zips my dress. He spins me around and his gaze lingers on my breasts.
I clear my throat as I go to the bathroom. After I comb my hair, I put on light make-up. I’m not been into makeup, but
