Lethal Romance

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"I never lie to any man because I don't fear anyone. The only time you lie is when you are afraid."
— John Gotti

Arianna Morelli's POV

Fire.

I was furiously fuming with extreme and intense anger. My eyes lit up with so much hate it was if there was actual fire in my orbs.

Fire.

That's all that was on my mind.

This fucking bastard just thinks he can take me and keep me here against my will, well he's got another thing coming. You fuck with one Morelli, you'll be seeing a whole lot more. The puttana wouldn't even see the fucking hit coming, you just wait De'Angelo, you'll fucking expect the unexpected.

Coming back to my thoughts, the door slightly open and in walked the Italian fucker himself. Glaring at with with harshness, I kept my cold stare on him like a predator spying its prey as he came closer then he pulled something out from his dress pocket of his suit and unlocked the sliver handcuffs.

Immediately pulling away from the handcuffs, my wrists had a red bruise almost as if I was hung upwards by some rope.  The devil threw a short black lace dress and a pair of black strapped heels onto the bed as I raised my right eyebrow.

"I expect you to be ready in five minutes, if I don't see you dressed by the time I collect you, I'll have no choice but to handcuff you again until you've learned your lesson" he barked in a stern voiced mixed with dominance and power.

Walking out, he looked back at me smirking and slammed the door shut as he finally left. As soon as he was out of the room, I quickly retrieved the dress and stripped my current clothing; pulling on the dress. Surprisingly, the dress fit perfectly almost hugging onto my slim yet curvy body whilst making my breasts appear more bustier than usual. Sliding my feet into the strapped heels, I stood straight as I pulled my hair tie out of my hair; leaving my dark brown wavy hair to fall out onto my shoulders.

I didn't know what I looked like until there was a loud banging knock at the door. Opening the door, my eyes capture the Italian motherfucker. He appeared to be dressed in his same all-black suit with a plaster smirk on his face.

"You look breath taking, tesoro" he said in a husky voice as I kept my cold-hearted face on whilst showing no interest at all.
(TRANSLATION: DARLING)

Whilst he motioned his arm out his a kind gesture, I hesitantly wrapped my left arm around his held right arms whilst all emotions were peeled off my face.

How the fuck can this man be so cold and mean then kind and gentleman-like the next?

Descending down the staircase, we made our way to the grand dining room where the scent and aroma of freshly cooked food erupted throughout the atmosphere. The scent smelt satisfying to the nostril of my nose sending a crash of freshness; washing it with the aroma of sweet roast being slowly cooked.

De'Angelo kindly pushed out my chair as a friendly gesture whilst I seat myself onto the chair, when he finished he seated himself opposite of me. I was sitting at one end of the table whilst he was seated on the other end with a dirty smirk planted on his fucking face.

You just wait De'Angelo, that smirk won't be there for long.

As I was eating my meal, I could feel a set of cold eyes stinging a whole through the back of my head. His stares were incredibly intense as if he wasn't willing to take his eyes off of me. I even had to look up just to make him stop looking at me. I didn't feel an ounce intimidated by him. Yeah he's fucking acting like a predator right now, but trust me, I can do much worse.

The sound of a heavy throat clearing stopped me mid-tracks whilst I look at the devil himself. He wiped his mouth with a white napkin as I did the same.

"I know you're wondering why you're here and I have a perfectly good reason for that" he commented with a heavy husky Italian accent. Rolling my eyes at his action, he quickly glared at me and the glare was now replaced with an empty look.

"Continue." Continue was all I said. Not why I'm here. Not how I got here. Which reminds me, I don't even know where I am.

"You're gonna be stuck here with me for the rest of your life" he said bluntly without any expression.

"WHAT!" Instantly standing up, and giving him a death glare as I clenched my jaw hard.

"YOU WILL NOT YELL OVER ME! I AM YOUR SUPERIOR AND YOU! YOU WILL SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH ME! YOU ARE MINE!" He roared loudly making me snarl in a hatred manner.

"YOURS! I WILL NEVER BE YOURS!" yelling across the table as he quickly made him way up to me and grabbed me by my neck.

Harshly grabbing me by the neck, his grip was tightened on my throat causing me to wince out in pain. Dragging me all the way to my bedroom, he slammed the door completely shut and threw me on the bed like I was a sack of potatoes. Using all the strength I had in me, it was no use. Kicking him in the leg didn't help because his rough hand was pressed own onto my stomach causing me to stay still.

"YOU WILL NOT DISOBEY ME!" He barked in a loud manner causing the room to shake with fear. I started cursing at him non-stop in Italian as he grabbed a hold of my neck.

In a swift moment, he ripped off the black lace dress and had pulled his suit jacket off of him. I was swinging my hands in the air as I attempted to punch him but he had more power and authority over me.

Pinning my arms above my head, he began to take his shirt off and dress pants; leaving him only in his briefs. Tears were forming in my eyes as I pleaded for my life.

Rape.

Trapping my body, he tore my black lace panties off and a crying scream left my mouth. He crashed his rough lips onto mine as I felt my helpless body being pumped inside of me. My body had been jerked forward with the feeling of something in my lower abdomen; leaving a tear to drop down my cold cheek as I squinted my eyes shut.

Thanks for reading!
~ Christina ~