Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Her eyes roamed around the room. It was the first time in weeks since she returned to the De Luca that she was in the room.

It was just the same way she left it.

Arabella wrinkled her nose and sat up on the bed as she heard a knock.

Opening the door, thinking it was Janice, she peeped. But recoiled as soon as her eyes stayed on Sandro’s.

“Belle.”

Sandro grinned at her. But Arabella knew the smile wasn’t from within him.

Heck, it was one of the most dangerous smiles she saw him smile often and when he did that, something often was about to happen.

She staggered back inside as Sandro moved closer to her.

He shut the door and stayed there, assessing her. Sandro’s lips stretch out in a full smile and he inhaled before letting it out slowly.

Arabella’s scent wafted into his nostril and he furrowed his brows as his dick reacted.

He assumed being with Thalia would wash away her thoughts from his system but it did nothing.

Being in the presence of Arabella felt as though he was drugged over again and it annoyed the fuck out of him.

He strode to her side, cornering her in the room.

“What do you want, Sandro? Did you come to punish me again?”

She tilted her pointed chin and Sandro snorted.

Ignoring her question he gripped her chin and placed a palm on the wall above her head.

“Tell me, Cara Mia. what are you doing to me? Are you certain you are not a witch? I can say you hit me the last time we were together and now, I can’t seem to get away from you. what the fuck did you do?”

He slammed his palm on the wall making her flinch.

Arabella grimaced. she chanced a glance at him and saw the murderous look in his eyes.

The monster was back. He look fine a few minutes ago but now he seems like someone else and each of his transformations scares her.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” She said.

“You fucking do,” Sandro growled. he gripped her hand and tugged her towards the large bed

“No, what are you doing? Please stop!”

She attempted to thwart his movement by gripping the pillar in the middle of the room.

Sandro hoisted her and pushed her to the bed. then he laid on it, gripping her leg as she attempted to run.

Just like always when he wished to punish her, he tied her hand and legs before lifting himself off her.

“Let go of me, Bastard!”

“I thought we said something about these Bastard words. I believe you enjoy it when I push you. don’t you Cara Mia?”

“Goodness, you are so sick.” Arabella spat in his face as he brought it close to her. “You disgust me and I won’t hesitate to shove a knife through you if given the opportunity.”

“You need not tell me what I know you can do.” Sandro chuckled. “You see, that’s the reason you remain here until you learn to obey me.”

“You’ll never get that from me. Never!”

Arabella knew her defiant side was getting the best of her. But she couldn’t stop it.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

As much as she wanted to cower in fear due to his presence and let him pity her, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he frightens her.

“Now, let me see what I acquired.”

“I’m not yours and I’ll never be!”

“Fucking shut up!” Sandro barked, smacking her hard on the cheeks.

“I’m the master here and you lowly slave must not talk back. Except when asked to.”

Arabella sniffled. The right part of her ear where his hand landed was partially deaf and it rang. Her cheek stung and she was certain it’d be red.

She bit the inside of her cheek and winced. “How long will you keep doing this to me?”

She blinked back the tears in her eyes as he ripped her dress.

“Why don’t you kill me? Don’t you feel that will be easier than punishing me? Let me die in peace!”

“What did I tell you the first time you came?”

Sandro exhaled as her scent sifted into his nose. Fucking hot.

He wanted to grip her that instant and unleash the beast of him in her, but he restrained himself.

“I am death, Arabella. I am known as Black Sandro for a reason and lest I remind you to stop seeking death because your death is in my hands.”

Black Sandro? Arabella didn’t know where she heard the name from but she heard the bearer was dangerous. Far more dangerous and shouldn’t be let roaming around.

She believed it was from the gossip in Blossom Plaza.

She believed when he said he was Black Sandro. He was even more mysterious than Blaze and might she add the aura that oozed out of him made her dizzy.

Sandro was Black Sandro?! How had she not connected the name?

How was she going to cope with the revelation? No wonder Blaze had told her not to get him mad because he knew him.

Jesus! She was fucking doomed. For the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to do.

Rather than let her heart lead her as she often did, she did the one thing he could have done a long while ago.

She gave up and let him use her as he pleases. But was that all she could do? Would that make her punishment less severe?

“Fuck!”

Arabella moaned as Sandro fondled her breasts. She opened her thighs granting assess to her wet fold and Sandro stood, a huge grin on his face as he assessed what was in front of him.

It felt as if it was the first time he was seeing her.

His head felt light as if he had drunk more than he should and he let out a low groan. “Tesoro. Do you know the gravity of what you are doing? You are making me go crazy for your body.”

“You want to fuck me, yes? Then go ahead.” Arabella bit her lips.

She grimaced inwardly. She didn’t know the reason she was egging him on. Maybe because she wanted it as well but she shouldn’t be fucking him.

He had taken her innocence forcefully, even taken her forcedly all the time without her consent.

But now, she was giving him her body freely. She shouldn’t fuck with the enemy! She should not fuck someone she was to plot revenge against.

“Offering me that way seems so sexy. But I have other ways to please you.”

“What way?” Arabella gasped and winced as Sandro cupped her pussy.

She writhed and her toes clenched. He slipped two fingers inside her, stretching her wall and she tossed her head back letting out a wanton moan.

Her eyes flitted to his and she bit her lips as a smirk formed on his face. What was he up to?