32. Sneak Peek - Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

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Elio slipped up once and told me that he liked me best when I looked like I'd just been fucked. I grabbed onto this information with both hands.

I check my reflection in the mirror one last time. I feel like I've nailed the look, but I'm hoping that my fiancé will agree.

I brought out the gold in my caramel-colored eyes with carefully applied eye makeup and I let my wavy hair fall down loose over my shoulders. Just the right amount of "mussed up".

I've been the promised bride to Elio La Rosa practically since the day I was born. Elio is the oldest son of one of the most powerful families in the US and I'm the eldest daughter of one of the most influential families in Mexico.

Our marriage was planned for us when we were infants to help shore up the family bonds and trade alliances that make our parents rich.

For me, this was never much of a hardship. I was always eager to please my parents and happy to help the family business in any way that I could.

It also didn't hurt that I had been naively and completely in love with Elio since we were kids. Elio was handsome, cocksure, impossible to impress, and I loved every arrogant bone in his body with blind adoration.

Elio, for his part, was not as eager to marry me.

He liked sowing his wild oats and had told his parents over and over when we were younger that he was not going to agree to marry a "stupid girl" like me.

However, as we blossomed into young adults and I outgrew my awkward teenage years, he warmed up to the idea of marrying me. I was never quite sure if he was dating me out of obligation or true desire, but I didn't much care.

Elio was as unattainable as a god among mere mortals and I was grateful for any moment I got to spend in his exciting embrace.

We had been officially dating for a little over a year now and I had begun to feel certain of his affection for me. Marrying him felt inevitable to me now. I regarded our marriage as something that was as predictable as the sun rising and setting each day.

I would relocate to the US. I would manage his social engagements and bear his children. He would bring in wealth and we would spend it together on the kinds of fabulous vacations and luxury items that I had always been used to throughout my spoiled, privileged life.

I glance at myself one more time, then spray a tiny bit of perfume into the air, letting the scent fall down over my body. Now I'm ready for anything that the night is going to hold for me.

"There you are," a deep male voice said from the doorway.

I turn to see Elio lounging negligently against the doorframe. His sleek, dark hair is swept back from his proud forehead, and his eyes that are so dark brown that they appear black are looking at me with frank appreciation.

I sashay toward him with a little smile on my face, hoping for a compliment. It's not like Elio to give compliments to anyone, least of all me, his arranged bride. But every once in a while, he does bestow me with one.

"You smell nice," he says to me by way of complimenting my appearance and I preen under his gaze.

He reaches out to tangle his hand in the mass of wavy hair tumbling down over my shoulders, twining his fingers into it before giving it a sharp yank to bring my face closer to his. I cry out a little in discomfort but feel a flare of heat spike through my body.

I'm fairly certain that the primary reason that Elio has become more excited about my company lately is that he has realized that I like being treated this way.

Pain and pleasure walk side by side for me, and I have welcomed every harsh bit of treatment that he has thrown my way.

A kiss without pain is almost boring to me, and Elio knows it.

"You look like someone already had his fun with you," he whispers in my ear, before drawing my ear lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. He nips it between his teeth, and I feel myself growing wet.

Maybe we won't end up going out on our date after all.

"There's only you," I say softly to him, meeting his gaze with a steady look. It's true too.

I have never loved anyone the way that I love Elio. Against all caution, against all wisdom, I am irrevocably in love with the frightening man standing before me.

His eyes slip from mine to fasten on my mouth. He smiles dangerously, his expression feral, before claiming my lips with crushing force.

My back is pressed against the doorframe, the wood biting into it painfully as Elio holds my body roughly against his, his slim fingers wrapping around my throat and squeezing.

"I know," he says harshly against my lips. "But if you ever fuck someone else, I'll kill him."

I felt my heart racing in response to his threatening words. Elio recently started taking over the family business and he has proven to be deadly, dangerous, and calculated in every possible way.

He knows how to instill fear in those around him and he uses the famous La Rosa temper to get his way, even with his family. His father intended to craft for himself a suitable heir for his fortune and he succeeded.

Sometimes I think he did too good of a job of turning Elio into a weapon. He unintentionally created a super soldier that cannot be controlled.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Elio pulls me away from the doorway and yanks my dress up over my body. I'm not wearing a bra under the skimpy scrap of cloth and my nipples instantly puckered in response to being exposed to the air.

I slink backward, away from him until my calves run into the bed behind me. Elio paces toward me and halts for a moment, his hands caress my breasts with threatening gentleness before he reaches up with both hands to shove me onto the bed.

My hair flies up around my face, and I swat it out of my eyes in time to see Elio throwing his clothing aside. His hair has become mussed and his eyes are narrowed on my body with a single-minded intention.

He climbs over me and pulls off my lacy thong. I hear the material tear before he tosses the underwear over his shoulder. I feel a moment of annoyance that he has ruined yet another pair of my underwear.

At this rate, I should just stop wearing them at all.

Elio swarms over my body and clamps his teeth into the place where my neck meets my shoulder. It hurts, but it also sends a sharp zing of pleasure dancing across my skin. I moan softly and angle my head away from him so that he can get a better grip.

He knees my legs apart, drags me back toward him, and thrusts into me in one aggressive movement. I cry out, the pain of his treatment all mixed up with the pleasure for me.

I wrap my legs around his hips as he drives into me over and over again, our skin already sticky with sweat as we struggle, grapple, and fuck.

I'm dangerously close to coming, and Elio knows it. "Not so fast," he says to me, his voice harsh.

He pulls out of me and rears back away from me on the bed. "Use your mouth," he demands, thrusting his cock toward my face.

I lean away from him on my elbows, a mocking smile on my face. "Make me," I say in a sultry voice.

His dark eyes narrow on my face, and I think how beautiful he is when he is angry.

He's so still that I start to get nervous about what he will do, but the nerves feel good jangling in my body. However, I'm still not prepared for the stinging slap that he delivers to my cheek. It whips my head to the side, my hair sticking to my sweaty skin.

I slowly turn to look up at him again, my pussy clenching with desire but a conflicting anger in my heart.

"Do as you're told," Elio whispers to me, pointing at his cock again. I look at it, then back at his face.

The skin of my cheek feels tight and hot. I push up off my elbows and take his cock between my lips, allowing him to dictate the rhythm as he fucks my mouth.

I look up at his face as he uses me, and the naked, greedy desire I see in his eyes makes me feel triumphant. I love reducing him to his need for me. It makes me feel powerful.

"Roll over," he demands abruptly, shoving away from me.

I do as I am told, desperate for release and knowing that he's finally going to give it to me. I come up onto my hands and knees, and he drapes himself over my body.

He presses a gentle kiss on the back of my neck as he enters my body and trails the pads of his fingers along my skin. I shiver at his touch, loving the contrast of his fury from before with this new gentleness.

It only takes a few thrusts for me to come, and I cry out his name, seeing stars dancing before my eyes.

I pant and gasp beneath him as he holds my hips to steady me and takes his own release. He never says my name when he comes. In fact, he never makes much noise at all.

All of Elio's noise and excitement is reserved for the part of our encounters when he subdues me and breaks my will. I have vowed that someday I will make him break.

I want him to call my name.

Elio pulls away from me and goes into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on, and then I hear him getting into it.

I drift in between sleep and wakefulness, lulled by the inevitable exhaustion of such rough sex.

My cheek stings, but the discomfort is a badge of honor for me. Elio will probably never tell me that I matter to him with his words, but his use of my body for such vicious pleasure tells a story that is just as poignant as declarations of love.

"Hurry up," he says to me as he walks back into the bedroom. He's pulling his shirt over his head. "We have a reservation at eight." He bends down, grabs my dress off the floor, and tosses it at me without a backward glance.

I watch him leave the room looking at his phone.

I contemplate lounging in bed for a few minutes longer, but I don't want to risk Elio's ire if he finds that I have disobeyed him.

I rise from the bed and go into the bathroom where I carefully tie up my hair on top of my head. I rinse off in the shower, then towel off standing in front of the mirror.

I check my reflection and sigh. I will need to put a little bit of makeup on to cover up the redness from his slap.

With my makeup sorted out, I once again slip the dress over my body. I give the mirror a cat-in-the-cream grin as I decide I won't put on any underwear.

Maybe, if I'm lucky, Elio will fuck me in the car tonight during the drive to the restaurant. I've discovered that I find having sex in public places exciting, but Elio rarely indulges me.

He says that it isn't safe for him to be distracted when we are away from home and that it's never safe out there for someone in his line of work.

I know he's right, but the reckless part of me doesn't care.

Satisfied with my appearance, I leave the bedroom and walk toward the kitchen. I don't see Elio, so I keep walking toward the front of the house.

I notice that the door to the balcony is open, and then I see Elio leaning against the railing with his back to me. I start to sneak up on him, eager to surprise him, but his words bring me to a sudden halt.

"I'm not bringing her with me. As soon as we are married and she's pregnant, I'm out of here. I have work to do, and she's just going to be in my way."