Sold To The Mafia Don

I sat down in front of the dressing table as soon as I got into the room. I did not even notice he was not behind me because my mind was going in the different directions after the awkward interaction with his ex. 

I picked up the makeup wipes and started cleaning my face slowly. 

Not long after, he came into the room. I stared at him through the mirror as he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He was not looking at me so maybe he did not know I was staring.

"Is there something you want to say?" He asked, still not looking up.

I thought about it. Was there anything I wanted to say right now? I could not even point out why I was slightly upset tonight.

So I shook my head.

"Words, Mira."

"It's nothing." I mumbled.

I faced the mirror again and picked up another wet wipe to clean off the foundation on my face.

I did not hear him approach me. Maybe it was because I was in my own head that was swarming with different thoughts.

I felt his hand on my bare shoulder and nearly jumped. He made me sit still. 

I looked up at him and saw him staring down at me. He took the makeup wipe from me and slowly wiped it over my red lips. He did it so slowly and intentionally, staring into my eyes for the most part, I knew he was trying to seduce me. I shut my eyes, trying to not fall for his seduction.

I needed answers not a night of the hot sex he had continuously promised me. 

I felt his fingers wrap around my throat and I gasped, opening my eyes once again.

"What's on your mind?" He rasped out, letting his Italian accent show and I felt goosebumps creep up 

"Caterina. That's her name right?"

His hold loosened around my neck. 

"Yes. Why?" He asked with his brows furrowed.

"Why didn't you tell me you were engaged?"

He chuckled. "How was I supposed to tell you that? We don't even talk much, wife."

"Can't you see how crazy this is? Did you even hear yourself?!" I snapped, unable to take it anymore. 

I kept wondering if he was crazy. 

"How do you decide to marry someone a week after kidnapping them when you've never met before? Now married, you hardly speak to your wife and you think it's normal???" I found my voice going up and that was because he was not giving the reaction I expected.

Jace Romano was smiling. Smiling!

That confirmed everything I thought of him. He was a sick psychopath and my life was in danger being around him. But even that was not enough to stop me from yelling at him.

"You are sick!" I screamed, shoving him in his chest. He did not move so I kept hitting him.

"Mira, stop it."

I was not listening to him as the tears spilled down my face the more I hit him.

It all happened so fast. He threw the vanity mirror aside, letting it shatter to the ground as he pinned me to the wall that was behind it.

A cold chill immediately ran down my spine as my teary eyes looked into his. He pinned my hands over my head.

"You need to calm down." He growled.

"You can't tell me what to do." I said back to him in a shaky voice.

"Yes I can. I am your husband. You are mine." He stated fiercely.

"I don't care. I hate you with every fiber in being."

"That's good. I'd hate for you to fall in love with me so soon." He smirked and still had the nerve to kiss my neck.

His free hand ran over my bare thigh. I whimpered, trying to shake off his hand.

"Don't fight it," he said in a whisper as he leaned down to kiss my bare cleavage. I shivered as soon as his lips touched my skin. 

His hand trailed further up my thigh and his fingers brushed past my wet panties.

"Just let me go." I said even if my body was sending a different message.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want to be another one of your playthings Don Romano." I said firmly.

That made him look up.

"You're letting Caterina's words get to you? She doesn't know what she's talking about." 

"Oh she doesn't?" I asked with a raised brow. "I saw the way you looked at her."

He smirked again. "My wife is a jealous one." 

"No I'm not. I don't even like you." I spat out bitterly.

"Your pussy is saying otherwise," He said and went ahead to dig a finger into me.

I gasped out his name. 

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me to fuck you." He challenged me. 

I tried to look into his eyes and say just that but he began to thrust into me with his index finger and his thumb was rubbing over my clit through the lace on my panties. I moaned instead. 

He pulled out just then and made me taste myself by inserting his finger into my mouth. My horny self licked it up.

"I thought so," He gave me a sly grin after that as he unpinned me from the wall and tapped my face instead.

"Go freshen up," he practically ordered me.

I shut my eyes, trying to gather myself as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Why did he have such an effect on me? I was supposed to be repulsed by the thought of the man who had forced me into marrying him touching me. But here I was falling easily into his seduction.

I needed to get away from this before it would get out of hand.

When I came out of the bathroom in my robe, I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"I need to have my own room."

He was on a call so he put his phone down and faced me.

"What would you need your own room for. This room is big enough for both of us."

"I don't want to be in the same room with you anymore."

"Running away from the inevitable I see." He smirked for thre umpteenth time tonight.

"I'm not running away from anything!" I said defensively. It was obviously a lie but he did not need to know that.

"If you aren't running away, prove it by staying here."

I stared at his face, his sharp jaw and his body built like that of a Greek god.

I could not resist the temptation so I stood my ground.