ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴏʀ
ˈʟᴀŊꞬƏ/ɴᴏᴜɴ
ᴛɪʀᴇᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ
The day rolled by quickly as Angel attempted to avoid running into Salvatore...
As soon as she returned to the estate, she ran up to her room and locked the door. A migraine had attacked her brain, her head was spinning and she felt drowsy. The pink room around her began to spin and her view blurred.
Sighing, Angel stumbled to her soft bed and fell clumsily on the pink satin which engulfed her. She did not know why she felt so drowsy, her once colourful and artistic world was gradually turning grey.
Salty tears began to fall down her face, her breathing caught in her throat as she sobbed hysterically. She brought a hand to her mouth, in attempt to muffle her wails. She wasn't in the mood to face anyone and to explain her agony.
Her eyes eventually felt heavy, shutting slowly and entering a peaceful slumber. She slept through her parents calling her for dinner, she slept through the animalistic banging on her door, she slept through Salvatore entering, and she slept through his soft touches along her skin.
Waking up, her eyes were met with her bed side table which was cluttered with her books and a few trinkets. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt an iron grip on her small waist, and a warm chest pushed up against her back.
Looking down at the hand which was rubbing small patterns on her exposed stomach, she gasped when she saw the familiar silver rings and tattoo designs which decorated it.
A dark chuckle emitted from the person next to her, the sound was melodious and sent shivers down the doe's spine.
Angel was suddenly flipped on her back, her dainty wrists were pushed above her head and her widened eyes met dark ones.
"Did I wake you bambina?" Salvatore taunted the scared girl as a smirk danced upon his plump lips. Angel remained silent as her heart rate began to quicken.
Salvatore snuggled his face into her neck, leaving wet kisses against her soft skin. She shivered as he sucked delicately on her collarbone, and a small whimper left her lips.
Smirking down at the girl, he brought his lips to hers and attacked them. His kiss was passionate and rough, his hand had wrapped itself around her neck and pulled her face closer to his.
She wiggled under him as she felt his hardened dick rubbing against her stomach, he chuckled at her adorable reaction.
He brought a hand to her soft breast, toying with her sensitive nipple and massaging her soft flesh. A low moan escaped her pouty lips as Salvatore fondled with her large breasts.
"Cazzo" He cursed in the foreign language which sent arousal to Angel's heat. His raspy morning voice was so alluring and sounded like honey dripping off his tongue.
"Salvatore..." Angel whispered as she looked up at him through her big bambi eyes. He hummed as he continued to assault her neck with rough kisses.
"Signore Marcello will be visiting today, for my private" She explained lowly as she nervously waited for Salvatore's response. Hearing the name of another man flow out of his bambina's mouth sent him to rage internally.
"That figlio di puttana will be visiting?" He threatened in a mocking tone which frightened the girl. She nodded timidly at his words, a scowl painted his face.
(son of a bitch)
"Do you like him piccola ragazza?" His breath tickled her soft cheek, his voice was low and sent shivers down her spine.
Angel shook her head rapidly. Marcello was much much older than her, and he scared her too. Her heart dropped in her chest when she remembered what had occurred yesterday. She was somewhat grateful that Salvatore would be present in the room with them during the private. Otherwise, who knew what could happen.
"Good, I don't want you looking at another bastardo" Salvatore chuckled as he was satisfied with her response. He wanted Angel to devote everything to him. Her mind, soul, body, and love. He was her lord, and he wanted her to rely and depend on him.
(bastard)
Angel remained timid as her mind was full of worry. What if Marcello tried something in front of Salvatore? Would he kill him?
"What's going on in that little head of yours hmm?" He murmured huskily in her ear, biting slightly at the soft flesh.
"N-Nothing" Angel stuttered anxiously as she didn't want to explain her worries about Marcello. Salvatore raised a thick brow at her failed attempt to lie to him. Her eyes remained down as her thick lashes tickled her soft cheeks.
In a flash, Salvatore grasped her jaw in a tight grip and pulled her face towards his. The silver rings which decorated his fingers dug into her flesh, Angel whimpered at the slight pain.
"Don't lie to me darling, or it won't end well for your pretty face. Do you understand?" He threatened darkly as his tone was laced with venom. Hearing his warning, Angel shivered under him and nodded her head rapidly.
Salvatore squeezed her jaw tighter, Angel gasped as his fingers pushed her lips together to pout.
"Words" He demanded sternly as his face grew unfamiliar to the girl.
Not too long ago he was cuddling me, now he's threatening me...
"Yes" She stated bravely and attempted to keep her eyes up. However inside of her dwelled anxiety and nervousness.
Smirking wickedly at her obedience, Salvatore removed his grip from her jaw and brought his hand to trace her cheek.
"Brava Ragazza" He kissed her cheek softly as his hands played with her silky brunette hair. Angel remained quiet under him, she felt on edge and did not want to further anger the beast.
(good girl)
"Now...tell me what you were thinking about" Salvatore instructed as he placed a delicate kiss on her rose-coloured nose.
Angel did not know what to tell him. She did not know whether she should mention Marcello. She did not want Salvatore to grow furious or jealous.
Angel took a deep sigh before explaining herself. Her heart was racing and sweat illuminated off her skin.
"I'm just nervous... for my private with Signore Marcello" She began lowly as she felt embarrassed to open up in-front of Salvatore.
Hearing her words, Salvatore grew baffled as to why his kitten would be so nervous.
"Why bambina?" He questioned softly as he traced his finger down her neck to her collar bone. The action scared Angel and she flinched at his chilling fingers.
"I don't know... i don't want to humiliate myself in front of him, he's one of the best ballet directors in Italy" She explained as her voice came out brittle and soft. Her pouty lips trembled as she felt completely vulnerable opening up to Salvatore who just stared blankly at her.
"Gattina, you're lying in bed with the most dangerous mafia Don in Italy, and you're worried about some silly man who does ballet?" He chuckled as he mocked the foolish girl. He was amused by her and the way her brows crinkled together.
Angel cursed herself when she realised how foolish she looked. Her heart dropped in her chest when she remembered that a ruthless and cruel mafia Don was laying on top of her, yet he was kissing her so softly.
"It's alright darling" Salvatore comforted the meek girl in his large arms, he radiated such protection and warmth.
"Salvatore" The quiet girl spoke as she looked up to him with her worried eyes. He hummed against her neck as he placed a kiss under her ear.
"Why do you want to stay in the room during the private?" She questioned with curiosity as she tried to push off the man who laid on top of her suffocating her.
Salvatore removed his face from her neck, placing two strong arms on either side of her frightened face. Angel felt trapped as she wiggled under his large form.
"Because... I want to see you dance for me" He replied quietly as his lustful eyes connected with her bambi ones.
Salvatore had not yet seen his darling perform for him, however he knew what true talent she obtained.
The way her father would gush about her skills and constantly praise her for her determination and improvement, certainly meant that she was gifted.
Angel did not reply. Instead, she grew uneasy and nervous at the thought of Salvatore watching her dance. She began to think of all the various possibilities which could occur.
What if i'm not as good as he thinks?
What if he's unimpressed?
What if i fall and look foolish?
Salvatore noticed the worry in her beautiful orbs. He saw the way her brows would crinkle as she bit her pouty lips.
"Stop overthinking amore" He whispered softly as his hand caressed her soft flesh. Angel shivered under his touch as his silver rings chilled her jaw.
"You're perfect" the girls cheeks grew rosy at his compliment and she looked away shyly.
"Your heart is painted with gold and your soul is Persephone reincarnated, and i'm your Hades" He murmured as his eyes darkened, which were filled with something unfamiliar to Angel.
Hearing his witty wordings and comparison of their relationship to the rulers of the underworld, Angel was amazed.
Salvatore truely was her Hades, he captured and introduced her to his world of chaos and darkness. Her purity was tainted by his corruption and sadism.
He had caused her so much agony and messed with her thoughts, she felt uneasy around him.
However, as much as Angel feared the cruel man, she couldn't help but feel a sort of warmth and protection radiating off him.
Salvatore ensured that he would be the only person to hurt his bambina, he wouldn't allow anyone else to harm her.
He was such a puzzling man.
A true mystery which Angel was eager to solve.
***
"Posture straight, shoulders down, chin up... and begin" The dominating tone of Marcello erupted within the small private room. The stern man wore all black, and stood in the centre of the room near a speaker.
The skilful ballerina flowed alluringly to the mellifluous rhythm of the classical music. Marcello observed like a hawk, his thick brows fell heavily on top of his dark eyes which were fixated on the girl ahead.
In the far corner on a wooden bench, sat an observant Salvatore who watched his beautiful darling perform. His heart warmed slightly as he watched her move like soft silk, her dainty arms flowing graciously to the rhythm.
"Straighten your supporting leg when you developpé"
"Eyes up"
"Keep your hips square and head straight when you arabesque"
Corrections after corrections flowed out of Marcello's mouth, he was insanely tough on the girl and critiqued every little detail.
Angel felt nerves rising inside of her, she did not want to displease Marcello or embarrass herself in front of Salvatore.
Salvatore noticed her uneasiness and the way her chest would rise and fall heavily. A light layer of sweat glistened upon her skin, and her brunette locks were tied in a low bun with a pretty pink ribbon.
The music ceased and Angel awaited in first position to hear Marcello's remarks.
"Your dancing has certainly improved, however i can sense your lack of confidence. Your eyes always remain on the floor and you second guess yourself"
Hearing the words of Marcello, Angel frowned slightly. Confidence was something she definitely struggled with. She often felt as if her words were ignored by many, her shyness was overpowered by others.
Hiding her slight sadness, she nodded obediently at Marcello's comments. She ached to impress him, to blow him away and be the best ballerina in Italy.
She wanted to prove everyone wrong. To prove that she wasn't just some shy damsel who needed to be protected by her father. She wanted to build a name for herself, to create her own journey and achievements.
"Angelita, i want to see your piece for the audition, for the solo" Marcello instructed as he crossed his arms in front of his torso.
Angel was anxious to perform her piece in front of Marcello and Salvatore. She had not yet perfected it and she did not want to look like a fool.
"Of course signore, however it isn't flawless. I'm still practicing it" Angel replied timidly as she fiddled with the pearl bracelet which decorated her dainty wrist.
"I don't mind. That's what these privates are for, to perfect your dancing" Marcello chuckled as he raised his hand to instruct Angel to begin her piece.
A mellow rhythm played through the speaker, and Angel commenced her dancing. Her body moved like a temptress, alluring the men's eyes to the way she elegantly melted to the beat.
Salvatore grew amazed by her performance. His eyes widened and his mouth slightly parted ajar when he noticed her almost flawless technique. He could tell she was deeply concentrated and dedicated to her ballet skills.
Marcello stood darkly with a smug grin on his face. Angel was like a perfect little doll, obedient and timid. He could tell that she strived for his approval and wanted to impress the profound man.
The music had ceased and Angel concluded her piece. Marcello nodded his head as Salvatore remained quiet and in awe.
Marcello clapped his hands as Angel blushed slightly at the praise. Her eyes landed on Salvatore who stared blankly at her nervous form.
"I'm impressed" Marcello stated as he strode towards where she was standing. He looked down upon Angel as he stood in front of her.
"However, when you go on relevé you need to ensure that you're tightening your core and pushing your tail-bone down to have better control" He stated lowly as he instructed Angel to rise on her relevé.
Angel held her arms in fifth position and rose on her tiptoes. Her eyes were fixated on a spot on the wall to allow her to balance easily.
She felt a hand being placed bellow her bellybutton, near her lower belly. She flinched at the touch and her breathing quickened when she felt Marcello apply pressure.
"You need to squeeze here, for better restraint" He instructed as his eyes darkened. Angel nodded her head rapidly as she felt uneasy.
Looking over at Salvatore, she noticed his brows crinkling and his muscles tensing. Her eyes widened when she felt Marcello place a hand near her lower back.
"You need to tuck this under, your hips square" Angel applied his criticism obliviously and he nodded in approval.
"Much better" Marcello praised the girl as she felt her heart racing. She noticed Salvatore watching closely and felt a slight embarrassment.
The private had concluded and Marcello begun to pack his belongings up to leave, yet he was stopped by Salvatore.
"Signore, i'm holding a grand ball this Sunday and will be inviting reputable business people from all over Rome. Its a charity event, and considering you are the director of one of the most prestigious ballet academies in the country, i thought to invite you"
Salvatore explained as Marcello nodded his head at his words.
"I would also like to invite your diligent ballerinas, Angel will be there too" Hearing Salvatore say this, Angel grew perplexed. Usually she would be instructed by Salvatore to stay upstairs in her room whenever he held these events.
"Beh, certo" Marcello sent a toothy grin and bowed his head down towards Salvatore.
(Well of course)
Marcello wore his thick brown coat as he bid goodbye to Angel and Salvatore. Angel sent him a respectable smile, however Salvatore remained cold and only gave a slight head nod.
Angel begun to feel suffocated when she noticed it was only her and Salvatore in the room. She remained in her spot and avoided eye contact with the intimidating man.
She jumped slightly when he strode towards the timid girl. Her heart begun to race as she felt his hand caress her soft cheek.
Angel grew baffled and crinkled her brows at Salvatore when he spat the following words before exiting the room.
"I fucking hate that bastardo"
(bastard)
—-
poor Angel :(
I'm so sorry for the long wait, i have been so busy with christmas and new years!
i don't think most of you guys know that Marcello is NOT a love interest and i want the readers to dislike him.
Also, i have seen quite a lot of people not understanding that this is a DARK ROMANCE book. There will be themes of toxic relationships, abuse, manipulation, etc
Salvatore is the Don of the italian mafia, obviously he isn't going to be all lovely and sweet. He's a ruthless asshole, and i am in no ways trying the romanticise/glamourise his actions.
I want my book to be realistic and convey the darkness of the mafia. Many books on wattpad make the guy fall soft for the girl (that's not a bad thing!), however i did not want my book to follow that same trope
I often find it quite cliche to read the same plot over and over again. "The guy is incredibly nice to the girl and loses his cruel nature". I find it quite unrealistic.
NOTHING AGAINST THOSE BOOKS THO!
Its just that i want my book to be different and have some sort of depth to it.
I had also given a warning at the beginning of the book. I don't understand why some readers are claiming that they will stop reading if Salvatore gets worse. You don't have to read this lmao. i'm not forcing you to read this!
Please read the tags of this book too! Its not my fault if you chose to ignore them.
Anyways!!! sorry for this rant :)
I just got a bit mad because some people were complaining even tho i put a warning and the tags mention the dark themes present.