Page 75 of Mafia Princess

Slowly, I pushed myself off the floor, my knees shaking beneath me. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, my gut nothing but concrete. And as I started to unbutton my blouse, soft sobs escaped over my lips.

Enzio moved back, his gaze fully focused on my hands. “You’re making me wait. I’m sure you can get undressed faster than that.”

Shaking and shivering, I pulled the blouse off my shoulders before removing my skirt, allowing it to pool around my feet.

“Hold up.” Enzio came toward me, and I froze. “I want to do this part.”

Please don’t touch me.

As he lifted his hands, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was to come. The second he cupped my breasts in his hands, I bit the inside of my mouth, wishing I could somehow leave my body. With every second that passed, I died a little more.

“Your tits are so much bigger than I remember.” He squeezed hard, and I turned my face, my eyes closed while my body rejected his touch in every way. It was like poison, slowly infecting me, killing me, destroying the woman inside me.

I felt his hands move, and he pushed the cups of my bra to the side, exposing my breasts.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Your tits are exquisite.”

“Please stop this, Enzio. Don’t do this to me.”

He brushed his knuckles across my nipples. “I just want to give you what you want, little lamb.”

I opened my eyes and turned to face him. “This is not what I want.”

Like an animal, he pushed me back against the wall, air rushing out of my lungs.

Demon-possessed eyes glared at me. “You don’t know what the fuck you want. And frankly, right now, I don’t care what you want.” He bit into his bottom lip before cursing under his breath. I watched him, too afraid to think about what his next move would be. Every bone inside my body quivered with fear.

Enzio took a few breaths, his chest rising and falling. It seemed as if he was trying to calm himself. “Just a few more hours,” he muttered to himself. “I just need to wait a few more hours, and in the eyes of God, I will fuck you as my wife.”

Jesus Christ, help me.

He turned and headed toward the door, but not before glancing over his shoulder.

“Just think about it. We’ll be one again before the clock strikes midnight. I look forward to it.”

The second he closed the door and I heard the lock, I crumpled to the floor. I wanted to scratch and claw at my own skin to remove the filth his touch had left behind. My body no longer felt like my own. It was just a shell, and my soul was trapped inside. The worst part, after tonight, there would be no escape. He would own me…in every way possible. Fear was now my only companion, the only emotion I’d feel for the rest of my life.

Images of Lorik bombarded my mind, taking my pain, morphing it into an excruciating ache I felt deep within every bone. He came like a hurricane and swept me off my feet, making it impossible for me to ignore the extreme impact he had on my soul. But that was all over now. Never again would I experience the intense fire by a simple touch. Never again would I know how it felt to be made love to. It was all over for me. Happiness was no longer written in my destiny. I chose Enzio years ago, wanted to be with only him. This was me getting what I thought I wanted…in the most sordid, twisted way.

There was a knock on the door, and I lifted my head off the floor.

“You have ten minutes,” Enzio said, and I heard his footsteps as he walked down the hall.How is that even possible?It felt like I had been on the floor for no longer than five minutes.

Pulling together all the strength I had left inside me, I pushed myself off the floor and worked my hands through my tangled hair, staring at the white dress waiting for me on the bed. It was nothing spectacular. It was nothing more than a white cocktail dress. Obviously, it was a last-minute purchase, but I couldn’t care less. In fact, if it had been an extravagant gown, it would have made this entire situation even more ridiculous—a fucking joke.

As I reached down and felt the embroidered fabric, gliding my fingers over the soft pearls, I realized the only way I could get through this was by compartmentalizing. I had to sort through my emotions, suppress the pain, and feed the hatred. The only way I would be able to survive was to harden myself—to not feel anything.

Compartmentalize.

Like a robot, I slipped the white dress on and pulled the zip up on the side. I wasn’t surprised it fit perfectly. I wouldn’t expect anything less from Enzio.

Turning, I caught my reflection in the mirror. It was amazing how within the span of a few hours I’d become nothing but a shadow of my true self. I guessed that was what reality did to a person, when you realized you had no future. It ripped everything good out of you in the blink of an eye. My hair was a mess, my face red and tearstained. My tears had washed off every trace of makeup, the bags under my eyes proof of the heartache I’d be carrying for the rest of my life.

Compartmentalize.

Well, he wanted me to wear the damn dress, and that was what I was doing. But I wouldn’t fix my hair, and I wouldn’t fix my goddamn face. This is what he turned me into, so this was what he would have to live with.

The click of the lock resounded through the bedroom, vibrating down my spine. The door opened, and I turned to face who I knew would be standing on the other side.

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