The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

The music came to a stop, indicating that dinner was about to be served. Everybody took their seats at the tables, and Rosalinda was sitting directly across from me.

“Antonio.” Camilla, who was sitting beside me, called, and I swung my head to the side to look at her.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Stop it. Your attention should be on your bride, not her.” She scolded me, and I let out a sharp breath.

Sitting across from Rosalinda and not staring at her was difficult, but Camilla was right. My attention should be on my bride-to-be, not her sister.

So, leaning in, I rested my arm on Sofia’s seat but retrieved it almost immediately when she started fidgeting in her seat, showing her discomfort.

“My favorite wine isn’t here. And that’s the wine I want to make toast with.” Roberto suddenly raised his hand to signal for one of the housemaids to come, but before he could do that, Rosalinda quickly rose to her feet.

“I would get it, Papà.” She offered, and before her father could protest, she started walking away from the table and made her way into the mansion.

As I watched her walk, every sway of her hips aroused me, causing heat to rush to my groin. Fuck. I wanted her.

I tried to stop myself from going after her, but my desires won, and before I knew what I was doing, I was already on my feet.

“Excuse me. There’s something I have to attend to. I would be right back.” I said to no one in particular before walking away from the table and making my way into the mansion. To Rosalinda.

I discreetly trailed behind her as she walked through the hallway, secretly admiring her back view. Everything about her was beautiful and tempting.

“Rosalinda.” I called when she came to a halt in front of her father’s office and pushed the door open.

She jumped with a start as she turned to look at me, and her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of me.

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ROSALINDA.

Antonio? He always showed up wherever I was. Now I’m starting to believe he’s a stalker.

“Do you have a thing for stalking me?” I voiced my thoughts.

Ignoring my question, he trudged forward, closing the distance between us, and I recoiled. But that didn’t stop him. He took another step forward, causing me to take a step backward.

We continued in that pattern until we were fully inside Papà’s office, and he closed the door behind us.

Coming to a halt, he dipped his hands inside his pocket, and his gaze swept from my head to my toe.

My dress, I thought, and a smirk touched my lips. Let’s see what the psychopath will do this time around.

I waited for him to speak, but he didn’t utter anything. He just stood there, staring at me in uncomfortable silence.

“You wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting by ruining my dress again.” I finally said, breaking the long stretch of silence, and I tried to turn around and walk away from him, but before I could do that, he swiftly wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer.

Before I knew what hit me, I was already against the door, with his body pressed against mine.

My heart rate accelerated, and my breath hitched.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He leaned in and started sniffing my neck. “You are stubborn.”

“Am I?” I managed to ask as heat rushed to the pit of my stomach at the feel of his warm breath on my neck. Fuck.

“Your dress is too revealing. Way too revealing.”

“Why do you care?” I asked as I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his neck. “Do I tempt you?”

“Is that why you wore the dress? To tempt me and other men?” He countered my question, and I suddenly felt his hand on the bare skin in between my dress’s slits.

A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed.

“Do I tempt you?” I persisted with my question.

“I am a man.” He simply stated, as he continued hovering his hand around my lap. “And you are gorgeous.”

Before I could reply, he continued. “Any man could have had easy access to touching you with this dress.”

He suddenly started caressing my lap, and I could feel my core contracting at his touch as a short moan escaped my lips. Fuck.

Swallowing, I managed to speak. “What would you have done if someone had touched me?”

“I don’t know.” His fingers slid to my inner thigh, caressing the area close to my crotch, and I involuntarily arched my back.

We just crossed a line. A line we shouldn’t have crossed, and I knew I should push him away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. The effect his touch had on my body was so intense that it clouded my brain. I wanted him inside me, and that was all I could think about.

“But what I’m sure of is that they wouldn’t have left this mansion without losing something.” He continued.

“If you are so against men touching me, why did you let the man that tried to harm me at the pub go?” I muttered as he continued caressing my thigh.

His fingers weren’t touching my core, but I was sure he could feel how wet I was. How damn wet he made me.

“I was there with Vito.” He whispered into my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine. “He took care of him after I went into the pub with you.”

Oh. So that was it. I didn’t even look back to know if he was with someone else that night. I was so scared of him catching Sofia with another man and making Oliver pay for something he knew nothing about.

“Antonio.” I moaned and arched as his fingers slightly brushed my crotch, causing my core to contract-tighter than it already was. “This is-”

“In-appropriate?” He completed my sentence, and I nodded.

“Don’t be delusional, Rosa; I am only-” he trailed off when a knock suddenly sounded on the door.

“Rosa.” I heard Matteo’s voice call as he tried to open the door, but he couldn’t as our bodies were against the door, blocking it.

My eyes widened in perplexity as I quickly placed both hands on Antonio’s chest and pushed him away from me before turning around and placing my hand on the door knob, pulling it open.

“Matteo.” I called, but he ignored me and flicked his gaze at Antonio. I could see his jaw clenching in rage as he walked past me, inching closer to Antonio.

“What did you do to my sister?” He growled, and my heart dropped to my stomach.

No. No. This shouldn’t be happening.