Adrian's Vengeance: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Isabella Starling

  Marzia rolls over to her back, giving me a full view of her beautiful olive-toned skin.

  I smirk when I realize that the dark patch of hair between her legs is no longer. She shaved for me. She fucking wants this. "Spread your legs," I order her, leaning against the doorframe. "Wide as you can."

  She swallows, doing as she's told. Her pretty pink pussy is so pretty and wet.

  A shiver travels down my spine as I watch her. She's every fantasy I've ever had come true. And I can never let myself have her, because it means she will die.

  I approach her slowly, watching her chest rise and fall faster and faster. I point to her sweet little cunt, saying simply, "Show me."

  Her fingers travel between her legs. Like a good girl, she keeps eye contact as she slowly spreads herself open.

  I can't look away from that enchanting gaze, but at some point, I force myself to look between her lithe legs.

  She's touching herself, massaging the little bundle of nerves between her legs that she must know will give her the most pleasure. That's what she believed up until now. Before she had my tongue on her, and my cock inside her.

  "Adrian," she breathes, massaging herself closer. "Don't just look at me, please, it's killing me..."

  "Is it?" I smirk at her, palming my bulge through my pants. "You're killing me too, Marzia. Show me more. Show me inside. Show me what I broke into."

  Whimpering, she spreads herself even wider. I watch with amazement as her pussy contracts, showing me.

  "So fucking beautiful," I rasp. "I need to taste you." I drop to my knees in front of her, pulling her toward me so her pussy is exposed for my pleasure only. She tries to hide it, placing her palms over her center, but I pry them away. I'm done fucking waiting to take what I want. I stare at her exposed pussy. It's fucking mouthwatering. I stare at her moist entrance, then taking my fingers, I smear it all over her clit, and even down to her tight ass while she squirms beneath me.

  Holding her by the wrists, I press a kiss to the top of her pussy. "Tell me you want me to taste you."

  "Please, I..." She struggles to resist her own desires. "Adrian... Taste me, tell me what I taste like."

  With a groan, I sink my mouth between her legs. I devour that sweet little cunt that only belongs to me. I fill my mouth with the taste of her and drink it like a motherfucking tap.

  "What do I taste like?" she whispers when she isn't overcome by moans.

  "Like the sweetest pussy on earth," I mutter. "Like my wife."

  She moans as I lick her again. Marzia Da Costa is fucking incredible. I'm addicted. I don't want to be, but there's no use fighting this intense need for her anymore.

  The need to hurt her is there too, silently gnawing at me. I want her skin reddened by my spanking. I want her face marked with my cum. I want her submitting to me mind, body and soul. All things she wants deep down, but revealing that to her right now will only scare her further away. And I can't let that happen. Not now, when I've had a fucking taste. It's only made me hungrier.

  "Do you want to come from having my mouth on your pretty cunt, Marzia?" I mutter between her legs.

  "Y-yes." She swallows, running her hands through her hair and covering her face. "Oh fuck, yes I do, please, please."

  I could mock her for giving in so easily, begging so freely, but I force myself to swallow down the need to degrade her. All in due time..."Then fucking come at the end of my countdown. Twenty..."

  "N-No!" She grips my hair, desperately trying not to come. "Count faster, start lower, please..."

  "No. Nineteen."

  She screams in agony and I keep edging her, prolonging the moment she finally gets to release her orgasm and holding her pussy captive just like I am everything else.

  "Five."

  "Please, Adrian!"

  "Four. Three."

  "Now swear," I demand before sinking back between her legs. "Fucking swear you won't run from me, Marzia."

  "W-What?" She whispers. "How did you... oh no... fuck! I swear! I won't run again, I fucking swear." She twists beneath me, desperate moans escaping her lips.

  I can fucking feel her clit twitching as I lick her. "Two. One…. come."

  She lets go then, her fingers curling in the sheets and her legs spasming as an orgasm takes over her frail body. She shakes and trembles as I have my fill of her.

  My grin is wide as fuck as I pull myself up, my tongue replaced by my fingers massaging her sweet center while she cries my name. My mouth finds hers, and I don't care that I just ate her pussy, and she doesn't either. I kiss her like she's mine and like no force in the world can separate us. I kiss her like the future doesn't exist.

  "Mine," I repeat as I claim her mouth. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

  I realize then I'm a second away from the point of no return. If I don't stop now, nothing will stand in my way to claim her once and for all. But I can't fuck her now. Not when she's shaking from an orgasm, gasping for breath and doing her best not to break down. I'm going to ruin everything if I move too fucking fast.

  Looking down at her pretty face, I gently pull her hair from her forehead. I want to hold her, tell her I'm sorry, and make sure she's okay. But I can't stay here, not for another second. My cock has a mind of its own when I'm around Marzia Da Costa. "I have to go." I stand from the bed, smoothing down my shirt. "Try to paint yourself next. I'll come see it when I can."

  "W-what?" She stares at me in disbelief. "You can't leave now."

  "I have to." I hope she understands. I take one long moment to search her eyes for a clue of something I don't find. "I'll see you, Marzia. Thank you for that. For giving it to me."

  I walk out of the room and carefully lock her in. She may have sworn not to run, but I don't believe her just yet.

  "Had some fun with the Da Costa girl?" I look up to find my brother Julian leaning against the wall, smirking at me. "You know father wants her dead, don't you?"

  "She's not going to fucking die," I hiss. "I'm not letting that happen."

  "But even so," Julian goes on resolutely. "He won't let you have her. She's the enemy. You have to marry Nicoletta Carlucci."

  "I know," I mutter, wishing he'd shut up for once and just go fuck one of the women that fawn over him. "You don't need to remind me."

  "I'm just saying." Julian shrugs, pulling away from the wall. "Maybe it's time you spent a little time away from the Estate. Figure out what to do, or how to get over the girl. You'll have to do one or the other eventually."

  "Fine," I hiss. "Just stop fucking lecturing me, would you?"

  "I'm just being a good brother." He approaches me.

  We stare at each other warily. I don't really trust Julian as much as I do my other brothers, but he's got a fucking point. Being so close to Marzia is scrambling my fucking brain. Even now, I almost allowed myself to give into temptation and fuck her. "I know," I manage. "Thanks, Julian. I'll spend some time away."

  "Good." He claps me on the back. "I can keep an eye on her while you're away."

  "Thank you." I manage a grumpy yet grateful smile. "I needed to hear that."

  He walks away, leaving me with the knowledge that I'll have to walk away from Marzia, if only for a few days. I need to figure out a way to save her life and not marry Nicoletta, the girl she still knows nothing about. Now I just have to make fucking sure no one gives her the news. The last thing I need is Marzia pissed at me.

  Because now that I've had her once, I've quickly realized I won't last long without a dose of my favorite enemy. The memory of her legs spread wide haunts me as I walk away, hoping she'll miss me while I'm gone.

  16

  Marzia

  When his lips leave mine, my body shivers. I don't want him to stop kissing me, touching me. My body vibrates with the need to feel his hands on my bare skin. But Adrian doesn't succumb as easily to his desires as I do. I watch him walk out on me, unable to fight for his attention. I want to fucking scream, but I fight the urge to let him know how I'm really feeling. I'm already consum
ed with guilt over what I've done. How easily I gave into his demands... How ready and willing I was for Adrian to take it all.

  I never felt this way about Vitto. At most, the thought of my husband-to-be filled me with a bit of hope, but it was always mixed with dread. My whole life, I never once imagined myself married to Vitto Donatti. No, instead I spent a decade fantasizing about the boy I couldn't have. And here he was now, ready to fight for my hand and ready to do anything it took to keep me.

  Even if it means keeping me in a cage forever.

  When the key turns in the door locking it, I lay on the bed, shaking. My naked body is exposed to the cool air and I'm afraid. Afraid of my connection with my captor, and afraid of what will happen to me if I give in to it.

  Tossing and turning for an hour, I finally get back up. I tear a piece of paper from my sketchbook and write a letter to my brother. I tell him being here is hell. I tell him Adrian is a monster. I beg and beg for them to arrange an escape for me, all the while knowing I won't give the letter to Eleanora, because I am too weak to fight my need for Adrian.

  Once I'm done, I leave the letter on my nightstand, meaning to tear it up before I fall asleep. I think about Adrian some more. About experiencing what I have with him, how much I still want him. How I'm even more determined to never accept Vitto as my husband.

  Then I'm flooded with guilt. He's the reason my family is gone. We've been wiped out. I can never be with the man who caused me to lose everything. How could I forgive myself? My parents never would, and God wouldn't, either.

  I fall asleep somewhere in the middle of the night, my dreams plagued by Adrian and his cruel gaze. The two personalities we play around each other couple in new ways, fucking with my mind and turning my nightmares into deep fear that makes me scream out loud.

  I shoot up at the sound of my own voice, panicking as I look around the room. I was dreaming. It's all over.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, I check the nightstand for the letter I wrote the previous night. It's gone.

  A chill washes over me. My first thought is that someone has found the letter, someone who could really hurt me because of it. Adrian or one of the guards.

  Only when I see Eleanora smiling at me from the window do I realize it could have been her. "Did you send it already?" This morning I don't need to be convinced to get out of bed. I rush to Eleanora, kneeling before her and digging in the pocket of her uniform. "Oh please, Eleanora, tell me you didn't send the letter..."

  She raises her hands. The letter is gone, with a regretful expression she expects me to punish her. She braces for a slap I don't give her.

  "It's okay…" I breathe. "I'll just write another note."

  I quickly scribble another letter of apology, explaining I was just too emotional earlier and they should hold off on the escape plan. I slip it into Eleanora's apron.

  She nods wordlessly, signaling she will get the letter into the right hands.

  I take a shower and eat breakfast, doing my best to force more food into my body while the events of the previous night play out in my head. The way Adrian had kissed me... it was pure passion. And I can't fight my own emotions forever. I realize I am waiting with bated breath to see him today. I want him to come into my room with that signature smirk of his.

  "Eleanora, where is Adrian?" I ask my maid.

  She glances at me nervously before shaking her head.

  "What do you mean? Did he leave?"

  She nods, offering a sad little smile.

  I crumple on the couch. "When is he coming back? Where did he go?" I don't expect an answer. I know she can't speak. But speaking it out loud is helping me calm my nerves.

  Deciding I need to stay busy, I prepare another easel. I'm painting myself, like Adrian wanted. I paint myself in a nearly translucent glass chain that leads from a leash around my throat to Adrian's outstretched hand. I draw his tattoos on the backs of his palm in great detail, realizing with a start I don't even know how much of his body those tattoos cover. He's so different from the little boy I met at the docks once. He's all grown up, and out for blood.

  I paint for three days, and Adrian doesn't come and see me once. It's only because of Eleanora's nods that I know he is still away. I ask Eleanora to have the painting I made of us displayed in his bedroom. I wonder what he'll think of it.

  On the third night, I fall asleep waiting for him to show up.

  He doesn't.

  I wake up with a start in the middle of the night, feeling a chill go over my skin as goosebumps erupt all over my body. He's here. I just know it. I can feel his electric presence in the room. My eyes go to the camera on the wall, but the red dot is off. He isn't filming me.

  "What woke you up?" a voice speaks up.

  I startle, staring into the corner where his dark shape is coming to life.

  "Did you have a bad dream, bambina?"

  "Where were you?" I demand right away, staring at him with accusing eyes. "How could you just leave me like that? You abandoned me."

  "Don't question what I do," he orders me. "You don't get to pick what you get from me. You're my captive. I decide what you get. You don't get a say. Don't you remember? Do I need to refresh your memory?" He gets up from the armchair and strolls closer, turning on the night light next to my bed.

  He smells like expensive cigar smoke, and I find myself leaning in to catch more of his scent. He's driving me crazy, but I can't let him see that just yet. I need to look composed. "How could I forget," I reply bitterly. "I've been locked in here for days. You could have at least told Eleanora, she was worried too."

  "Oh, sure." He smirks darkly. "The maid cares now. But not you. Never you."

  I purse my lips, ignoring his question and focusing instead on the painting I had sent to his office in the hopes of either turning him on, or making him feel bad. "Did you see what I sent you?"

  "Your little present was wonderful, yes." He grins. "An interesting interpretation. You see us very differently than I do."

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "I'm not the cruel monster you've decided I am, Marzia."

  "Then why did you leave after what happened between us?" I narrow my eyes at him.

  "I needed some space."

  "From me?" I know my voice sounds wounded. It's because I experienced something different with Adrian, something I never expected to feel. I wanted to give him so much more, but instead of allowing me to give it to him, he left me.

  "I'm sorry, Marzia," he mutters.

  I'm rendered momentarily speechless. Adrian doesn't say sorry. At least not to me.

  "But you're driving me fucking crazy. I need to stay away from you, bambina."

  I scoot closer on the bed, pulling one of his hands onto my lap and making him lean forward. "Why? I don't want you to stay away from me." We've switched into different roles yet again. But this is the only way for me to be comfortable with my feelings and with Adrian. I need to show him how much I need him. Maybe it's not too late and I can still win him back.

  "Because you're dangerous," Adrian admits, avoiding my hopeful gaze. "You make my head spin, Marzia. I can't afford that right now."

  "Does your father still..." I don't finish the sentence and he doesn't acknowledge it. I'm too afraid to hear the answer, anyway. I decide to try a different tactic instead. "Adrian, is there someone else? Another woman?"

  "No." He shakes his head vehemently, eyes meeting mine for just a few seconds. "There's no other woman. You know you're the only one for me."

  So the problem is his father. And of course, my brother and Vitto. The more I think about it, the more I realize how wrong this union would be. I can never marry Adrian. Not unless I want to dance on my parents' graves, disrespecting them. But I can’t help wanting him. "Then touch me," I whisper, guiding his hand closer, under my pajama shirt.

  Adrian groans out loud, but doesn't resist as I push his tattooed hands higher. They travel over my navel and between my breasts. His eyes fly open, dark blues meeting
my gaze and staring at me with such a piercing quality it makes me shiver.

  "I can't," he mutters, but he does nothing to stop me.

  So I keep making him touch me, placing his hand over my heart so he can feel how fast it's beating.

  "Fuck, Marzia..."

  "Feel it," I beg him. "It wants you."

  He groans, brushing his thumb over my hardened nipple under the shirt. As I moan his name, it's as if something in Adrian switches. He lets go of the persona that resists me, and another shift happens. Suddenly, he can't get enough of me. One hand travels into my hair, tangling in my mess of waves while the other rips the shirt off me.

  Buttons fly everywhere but I'm too engrossed in him to even be scared. "Kiss me," I ask softly.

  A second later, Adrian presses his hot lips against mine. He kisses me like this is our only chance, our last shot at being together. I'm too scared to ask whether that's really the case. He kisses me with dark desperation that matches my own and I let him have everything. I allow him to steal kiss after kiss from my lips, climbing on top of me and caging my body beneath his on the bed.

  His weight feels so damn good on top of me—I want to cry. I never want him to walk away from me again, but I also know when I wake up the next day, I'll be wishing I hadn't given in to my emotions. But how can I condemn what we are doing when it sends every nerve ending in my body into overdrive?

  I can't resist Adrian. What we have is too special, too electric.

  Besides... As much as I say I don't want him, we both know it's a lie. I've craved his touch these days he's been gone. Now that I have it, I'm just trying to soak it up before he takes it away from me again.

  "Adrian..." I breathe against his lips. "Please fuck me."

  "No," he growls into the shell of my ear. "I can't."

  "Please, Adrian..." I let out a whimper, grabbing onto his dark hair. "I want it to be with you."