Adrian's Vengeance: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Isabella Starling

  "Not tonight."

  "What? Yes, tonight!"

  "No," he growls, teeth grazing my nipple. "Tonight you only suffer for my enjoyment."

  Letting out a cry of protest, I try to crawl away, but he's already grabbed me. He forces me to straddle him, and the moment I feel his tip pressing against my clit I know I won't be able to resist anymore.

  "Beg for my cock inside you," Adrian orders.

  I shake my head.

  "No? Fine, you little fucking brat, have it your way." He turns me around, holding my arms behind my back as I lie on my belly. His cock is inside me in seconds.

  I whimper in protest as I feel my own body responding. Fuck, he's stretching me out. I'm still getting used to being taken like this, and it always fucking hurts. My body forgets about the pain until next time, when I'm forced to enjoy it again. "It hurts!" I cry out, panicking already. His body stills above mine. I swear I can hear our hearts beating in unison.

  "Do you want me to stop?"

  I look up at him and shake my head.

  He keeps fucking me, but this time he pays my helpless whimpers no mind. "Take it, Marzia. Take every inch of my cock."

  "Put your cum in me," I whisper. "Please, Adrian!"

  "What about her, what about Nicoletta?" he grunts in my ear. "Don't you care about your new friend?"

  "N-no," I stutter.

  "Tell me I'm the only one that matters."

  "You're the only one that matters."

  "Tell me your pussy belongs to me," he snarls.

  "Please, Adrian... My pussy is yours."

  "Everything else, too. No one else touches you. No one else looks at you." He punctuates his sentences by thrusting deep inside me,

  It makes me cry out, as I get closer to an inevitable release.

  "I catch someone fucking looking, I'm going to gouge their goddamn eyes out. Come for me, bambina. Come on my cock. Let everyone hear what they can never have..."

  I can't hold back any longer. I don't give a damn whether Nicoletta and Silva are still outside, listening. I come apart on Adrian's cock, screaming his name as he pulses inside me. I can feel my pussy clenching, holding on.

  He fucks me harder.

  I realize a moment later, someone's hammering on the door, but I can't help it, can't stop myself. I'm going to come again. My nightmares come true the next moment when the door flies open and a furious Nicoletta stands in front of us.

  "Get the fuck out," Adrian sneers before he sees her. Then he stops still, cock still throbbing inside me. "Nicoletta, you can't be here."

  "Why not?" She sounds hysterical. "Since it's not a secret anymore, I might as well watch. Maybe I'll learn a trick or two from Marzia for when we're finally married." Her words are dripping with bitterness.

  I want to apologize or cry, but instead I'm coming again.

  Except Adrian drags me off his cock and heads toward the door where Nicoletta recoils at the sight of me.

  I flush all over, feeling ashamed.

  "Look at her, Marzia," Adrian tells me. "Look her in the eyes and tell her what it feels like."

  I swallow, closing my eyes, but Adrian grips me by the throat. I stutter, and he pulls on my hair, forcing me to meet Nicoletta's eyes.

  She looks as disgusted as she does turned on.

  "It feels amazing," I find myself whispering. "His cock is so huge, it stretches me out so much..." He enters me again and I let out a gasp.

  Nicoletta looks from one of us to the other. "You're horrible."

  "Then walk away," Adrian mocks her. "Just leave."

  She hesitates.

  This makes him laugh. "You can't, can you? You need to see this. Poor little innocent Nicoletta can't stand the idea of knowing about our illicit affair and not watching it happen. Does it turn you on, Nicoletta?"

  She flushes, staring me down. If eyes could incinerate people, I'd already be a pile of ash. "No," she spits out.

  "You're a liar." Adrian laughs again. "You know, Marzia was a liar once too. But look at her now." He thrusts inside me, tugging on my hair in his fist.

  I'm forced to meet Nicoletta's eyes. More tears slide down my cheeks.

  "Fuck me," Nicoletta blurts.

  "What?" I hiss.

  "Fuck me. Teach me how to be like her. I want to learn," she says.

  I want to fucking claw her eyes out.

  Adrian laughs, saying, "I only fuck her. Sorry, I don't think she likes to share. But you can wish you were her all you want. Marzia, you want to come?"

  I mewl out a yes, but my heart swells with emotion as he makes me keep eye contact with Nicoletta as he pounds me again and again.

  We're still looking at each other when Adrian grunts my name, telling me, "We come together. Right now."

  I can't speak anymore. My body is too overwhelmed, pulsing with need. And just before I explode, Adrian grabs my throat with both palms and bends my back so I look deep into his eyes as he comes inside me, with his fiancée a foot away from us.

  Shame burns me from the inside as my orgasm subsides. Adrian's cum drips down my thigh as he pulls out, wiping his cock on my ass cheek.

  Nicoletta lets out a cry, and slams the door as she leaves the room.

  Adrian puts his shirt over me.

  I button it quickly before tripping in an effort to get away from him.

  "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he growls.

  "I have to speak to her," I murmur. "I have to apologize to Nicoletta." I run after her, catching up with her on the hallway and tugging on her long robe. "Nicoletta, please!"

  "What?" she snarls, turning around. "Don't even try to apologize. I trusted you, Marzia."

  "You shouldn't have," I whisper. "I don't even trust myself around Adrian."

  "You know this wedding needs to happen," Nicoletta hisses.

  "I do," I admit miserably.

  "Then stay out of my fucking way," she snaps.

  29

  Adrian

  I collapse on the bed after both of them leave my sight. I can't believe what I've just done. I just risked my position in the famiglia, my marriage, every-fucking-thing for my bambina. But I can't help myself around her. My lust took over and I couldn't stop myself in time. Now Nicoletta knows for sure, and she looked pissed as fuck about it, so I'm in trouble if she decides to tell one of our fathers.

  And I'm not wrong. It's the next day that I'm summoned to Father's office again.

  Even the guard looks fucking worried as he escorts me there.

  Father is waiting with his lips pursed, his eyes thunderous. "Are you fucking crazy?" he snarls at me. "You fuck Marzia in front of the girl you're supposed to marry and the fucking wedding planner?"

  I smirk. So she only chose to tell him part one of the story. Interesting. "Come on, she knew on some level already." I light a cigarette.

  He glares at me as I smoke in his office.

  I know he hates it when I do this, but I don't give a damn. And I need a smoke. I'm missing Marzia's tight little ass dancing on my dick. "I just made her connect the dots. It's not like she's going to tell her father."

  "What makes you so sure?" Father narrows his eyes at me.

  "They're hiding something."

  "What makes you say that?"

  "She knows now and yet, she hasn't told him, or attempted to cancel the wedding. Any woman with a shred of self-respect wouldn't go through with it after seeing me fuck her maid of honor. But Nicoletta doesn't care. She needs me to marry her."

  "They have enough money." He shrugs.

  "Then it has to be something else. Have you done much research on her?"

  "Not much out there." He shakes his head. "Gustavo and Nicoletta used to live on the continent, but moved to Palermo last year. They're very private, not in the public eye much."

  "Keep digging," I mutter. "You're going to find something on those two, I just know it."

  "Are you trying to change my mind yet again?" Father demands. "I'm not going to change my mind, Adrian.
Marzia still needs to die. If it's not Nicoletta, it's going to be someone else you end up marrying."

  I glare at him, refusing to acknowledge his words. As if I'm going to let him kill Marzia. I'm more determined than ever to make her my wife. Fuck Nicoletta, and fuck Gustavo.

  "You need to sort this out with your fiancée," Father goes on. "We don't want her spilling the beans to Daddy dearest. So make sure she's happy. Or else."

  "Or else what? More threats, Father? Thought you were above that."

  "Don't make me hit you," he warns. "It's been a long time since you were disciplined, but I can still dole it out."

  My gut feels cold as I remember him hitting me when I turned eighteen. He told me I needed to learn how to take a punch like a man, and how to hit back like a killer. He taught me well.

  "Fine, I'll fix things with Nicoletta," I reply. "But don't expect me to stop what's going on with Marzia. I told you…we are meant to be together. You can stand in our way as much as you want, but you aren't going to stop us from ending up together."

  Father keeps his gaze trained on me.

  I casually reach behind my back. I bring out my gun, thoughtfully placing it on the desk between us. "See this?" I point to the gun.

  Father keeps staring me down.

  "I could kill you right now. I won't, because I believe you will change your mind and do, as you should. Let me have her. If you don't, I'm not above taking your life over hers."

  "Is that so?" Father chuckles. "You'd kill me to have Marzia?"

  I don't answer, but my silence speaks for itself.

  "You never saw me as your family," Father says. "You cling on to the fact that you're adopted. No wonder you'd kill me to have her."

  "That's a fucking lie!" I exclaim angrily. "You are my family. All of my brothers and you, Father. Always have been. But she's my destiny. And I'm not letting any-fucking-one stand in the way of what's meant to happen." I put the gun in the holster behind my back again, leaning forward to say, "Oh, by the fucking way? I've been doing my very fucking best to give you a reason not to kill her, and I fully intend on doing it every night from now on."

  "Is that so?" Father smirks. "And how exactly are you trying to achieve that?"

  "Let's just see… three months is a long fucking time," I smirk. "More than long enough for me to fuck a baby inside her. You won't hurt her when she's pregnant."

  He pales.

  I laugh at his crestfallen expression. "What? You didn't think I'd go there? I'll go anywhere as long as it means I get to keep her," I go on. "I told you, we're meant to be together. As for the kid... she'll give me heirs eventually, plenty of them. Might as well get started now."

  "You're not who I thought you were," Father mutters.

  "No? Am I your worst nightmare, Father?"

  He stares at me wordlessly.

  I just smile, walking to the door. Over my shoulder, I shoot him one last look. He looks old and vulnerable in here now, whereas I always found him so intimidating as a kid.

  It seems everyone outgrows their father someday. I guess mine is today.

  That night, when I call for Marzia, I don't even pretend to hide it from anyone.

  I'm still convinced there's something Nicoletta and Gustavo aren't telling us. Something tells me she won't tell her father about my relationship with Marzia. She needs this to work as badly as my father does.

  Marzia arrives in my bedroom minutes later, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Her feet are bare, and she's already blushing.

  My cock throbs at the sight of her.

  "You can't keep doing this," she whispers as she climbs in bed next to me.

  "Actually, bambina, I can do whatever the fuck I want." I reach between her legs and smirk when I find she has no panties on. I part her folds, gently rubbing her pussy as she whimpers and begs me to go on. "Look at you, how fast you succumb to me."

  "Please, Adrian... I want to be fucked."

  "Not yet. Did you do as you were told?" I smooth my hand over her hair.

  "Yeah," she mutters. "But why did you want me to drink so much water?"

  "We're going to do a little test."

  "What kind of test?"

  "Just trust me." I usher her into the bathroom and hand her one of the ovulation tests I had a guard pick up in town. "Pee on it."

  "What the hell, Adrian?"

  "Do it," I say. "For me."

  She hesitates but then does as she's told.

  I turn my back to her while she pees on the stick.

  We wait for the results together.

  Slowly, the pink bar grows and I smirk to myself.

  Not pregnant, but ovulating.

  "What does it mean?" she asks, shivering. "What kind of test is it?"

  "Don't worry about it." I back her out of the bathroom into my bed. "Did you miss me, bambina?"

  "No," she mutters, flushing.

  "Oh, back to being a brat? Don't you fucking dare, Marzia. I know you too well to believe this little act. I know deep down you're nothing but a little slut eager to please my dick. Now will you please get on your knees and open wide?"

  She obeys without arguing again.

  "Get in position, like you're praying."

  "Adrian, I..."

  "Do it."

  She groans, getting on her knees by the bed and clasping her hands together.

  "Now pray."

  "Adrian, I don't want to—"

  "Didn't your nonna teach you how to pray, Marzia?" I get out through gritted teeth.

  "Yes, but—"

  "Do it. Now."

  She swallows a reply and closes her eyes.

  I see her lips softly moving as she mutters her prayer. I watch her with my hand on my cock. I feel like a dirty fucking priest. My eyes swallow up Marzia. I can see her ass under the silk robe. I can see her puffy pussy lips peeking out.

  I approach her and kneel behind her. One hand goes in her hair while the other pushes four fingers into her tight little pussy.

  She gasps, unable to handle the sudden intrusion into her most private parts.

  "Keep praying," I order. "Don't let me disturb you, bambina."

  She prays like a good little girl, her words getting louder and louder as I work her pussy closer to an orgasm. She can't fight this, she doesn't even try to do it. I massage her tight little pussy until she's repeating just one word over and over again ‒ please.

  "Give me your grandmother's chain," I demand.

  She pulls it off her neck and hands it over with shaky fingers. "What do you want with it?"

  "I'm taking it."

  She snaps her attention to me, eyes narrowing. "Why?"

  "Because. It's time to say goodbye to it."

  "Why?" she demands again. "Why do you have to take away everything I love? Why can't you let me have one thing?"

  "Did I not fill your room with your things from back home? Didn't I give you painting supplies? Are you not in my bedroom right now?" I growl.

  "But this is the most important," she whispers. "Don't just throw it away or sell it."

  "I would never," I grunt. "Just trust me. But maybe you're right. Let's have some fun with it first. We have a little visitor coming here tonight."

  "W-what?" she stutters. "Please, not Nicoletta. Doesn't she already hate me enough?"

  "Not her." I ring a bell.

  Marzia ducks under the cover as a woman walks in.

  She has pale skin covered in dark ink and black hair.

  "Marzia, get out of there. Meet Darla."

  She crawls from under the duvet and stares at the other woman. "Why is she here, Adrian?"

  I can feel how pissed off she is, but all it does is amuse me. I make her look at me, tipping her chin back. "You trust me, don't you, bambina?"

  "Yes," she says instantly.

  "Good." I grin wickedly. "Darla is here, so you can prove you really are mine. My good, obedient little fucktoy. My favorite. That is what you want to be, isn't it, Marzia?"

  "Y-Yes," she
whispers.

  "Good, you get to prove it tonight." I smooth down her hair gently. "Darla here is a tattoo artist, and she can also do piercings."

  Mariza pales at my words. "What the hell..."

  I delight in seeing her so stunned. "Because I'm so fucking nice, I'll let you pick," I smirk. "Tattoo or piercing?"

  "I-I don't—please!" Marzia pleads.

  The woman just stares at her impassively.

  "Oh, you won't convince Darla to help you," I tell her easily. "She's paid more than enough to ignore your pleading. And you don't want to make your situation worse, do you?"

  "Worse, how?" Marzia hisses.

  "Well, I could fuck Darla instead," I muse. "Make you watch... Make you drink my cum out of her—"

  "Piercing!" Marzia yelps.

  "Perfect." I kiss her, rough and dominant. "Oh, by the way. It's one in your pussy, or one on each nipple. You can decide."

  "What?" she shrieks. "Adrian, don't do that to me! Can't it just be—my belly button?"

  "We can do that too, if you want," Darla smiles. "On top of the others of course."

  Marzia seethes quietly.

  Darla prepares the equipment. "Have you decided?" she asks after a few minutes.

  "Yes," Marzia whispers dejectedly. "I want my nipples pierced."

  "Say please," I mutter in her ear, pushing her hair off her shoulder. "Be nice."

  "Please," she whispers.

  "Good girl. Now hold my hand. This is going to hurt."

  30

  Marzia

  It's over. I bit my lip so hard it bled, but it's over.

  Adrian holds me in his arms while Darla packs up her things and leaves. I'm not crying, but my heart pounds with a mix of fear and adrenaline nevertheless.

  Finally, we're left alone, and Adrian softly kisses my forehead. "You're okay. You were really fucking brave, bambina. I'm going to show you how proud of you I am." Gently, he lays me on my back on the bed.

  I don't dare to look down at my tits where two 24-karat gold barbells now pierce my nipples. It doesn't hurt anymore. The numbing cream's worked its magic. Although, I'm still so shocked I went through with it.

  Even when Adrian told me I was allowed to change my mind, I didn't. I wanted this ‒ a sign of his ownership over me. And as I lie on his bed and revel in his gaze drinking me in, I finally look down, where the spikes sparkle under the dimmed lights.