Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Chills ran down her spine, accompanied by a burst of adrenaline. Even with how sore she felt, her p*ssy still clenched and throbbed at the sound of his voice. His touch… The warmth in his eyes… His scent filled her nostrils and did funny things to her stomach.

“Time to take a shower” Sergio announced and took his fingers off her. Rosana mourned the loss of his warm touch but didn’t utter a word. She tried to get up from the bed but he stopped her. “I will take care of you”

“I can take care of myself”

“Of course you can” He smirked and looked down at her legs. “But I am not sure they agree with you. I think they are out of commission”

“And guess who is responsible for that”

“No one else but me, Bambolina” He smirked and picked her up from the bed in a bridal style. He took her into the bathroom and placed her gently inside the bathtub.

“What are you doing?” She asked when he took off his t-shirt and made for his pants.

“Taking care of you”

She gulped hard and tried not to drool over his body. “By taking off your clothes? I doubt that”

What was he planning to do? Rosana wondered as she watched him take off his pants. His big and hard c? ck bounced out and she gasped, scared for her life. She had not even recovered from what they had the previous night.

“Sergio… No…” She was cut off by his laughter which did nothing to calm her nerves. “I mean it. I am getting out”

“You cannot even walk” He replied and continued laughing. It was one of the few things he started doing but only because he was with Rosana.

“I will crawl if I have to”

Sergio studied the frightened and serious expression on her face and laughed once again. He walked over and crouched beside the bathtub. “And right now, you do not have to”

“Sergio…”

“Relax, Bambolina” He got into the bathtub and settled down behind her.

“Not when your c0ck is digging into my back”

He laughed and whispered into her ears. “And guess who is responsible for that, hmm?” Pulling away, he grabbed her shampoo and poured it into her hair. Then he started massaging her scalp.

“You should not be afraid of what is yours, Bambolina. My c? ck is simply the best for you”

After washing her hair, he bathed her, dried her body, and carried her back into the room. Rosana sat on the bed and watched as he went through the closet, searching for a dress for her to wear. He had taken his time to dry her hair so she wouldn’t catch a cold and also lotion her body.

“Where the f*ck are all the clothes?”

Rosana smiled and shook her head. “There are in there.”

“They’re not” He replied and turned to look at her.

“You said that three weeks ago and we went shopping”

“That’s a long time ago” He replied and grabbed his phone. “You need new clothes and every f*cking thing in this world. Just tell me what you want”

“No… Wait. I have not even worn most of the clothes” “Yes Sir…”

“The vehicles will be there in twenty minutes!” With that, he ended the call and turned to face the closet. “This should be cleared out”

“Sergio…”

“Yes, Amore mio” He responded quickly and walked over to her. “Do you need anything else? Just name them”

Rosana shook her head and smiled. It was hard to believe that this was the same man she got married to. As she opened her mouth to speak, her tummy growled and she winced. As if on cue, Carmencita knocked on the door and walked in with her breakfast.

Once she served the food and left, Rosana turned to Sergio. “Feed me!” He had never done that before and she knew it. But instead of giving a negative response, he walked over to the table and took the seat beside her.

“I want dessert first” Rosana said happily and opened her mouth wide.

“You can have it after the meal”

She slammed her mouth shut and folded her arms. “Before the meal”

“After”

“Before”

“After”

“Before and after” She groaned impatiently and opened her mouth again.

“Alright, fine. Anything you want” He laughed and started feeding her. To his surprise, she finished all the meals Carmencita had served and was now stuffing her mouth with all kinds of fruits.

“I hate apples!” She grimaced and placed it back on the tray. “And I hate strawberries too”

“But those are your favorites”

“No, they are not. I hate them.” She retorted and folded her arms. “I want grapes. Plenty of them”

Sergio stared at her with amusement in his eyes. She was getting grumpy and stubborn at the same time. “You will have them”

“Oh, wait… And one more… I… I…” She gagged and threw up at once, emptying all her breakfast on his body. Sergio was too stunned to speak and just sat there, staring at her. “I… I am sorry. I… I tried to tell you”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

When he didn’t respond, she stood up at once. “I am sorry… I …”

“Shut up and sit down. I will grab some water and towels”

Rosana squeezed her mouth shut and did as instructed. She sat down and waited for him to return. “I am so sorry… Please forgive me!”

“Bambolina…”

“Please…” She hiccuped and choked on a sob. “Please do not kill me”

Was she crying?

Sergio grabbed her hands at once and tried to calm her the best way he could. Taking care of someone was something he never imagined he would do, let alone being patient with them, and trying to comfort them. But with Rosana, he felt the strong urge to learn and try.

“F*ck, don’t do that. Just remain calm, I will get you cleaned up”

Rosana nodded and wiped her tears while he carefully cleaned up the mess. “You are not gonna kill me, are you?”

“Why will I do that?”

She bit her lips. “Because you kill people that offend you”

“Sadly, they are not you”

Not knowing what else to say, she sat still, thinking about his words. What does he even mean by that? She wondered and kept thinking until she dozed off.

“There. You are all…” He trailed off when he looked up and caught her sleeping peacefully. Gently, he carried her to the bed and watched her sleep.

“I know you think you are a monster but you are not” She muttered and wrapped her arms around him, falling back to sleep.

Sergio watched her as his chest tightened. If only she knew the truth, she would never have said such words. She would’ve kept away from him because, in the end, she would be broken and shattered into a thousand pieces.