Make Me Wet, Don DeMarco
Lovey Dovey · Ongoing · 149.5k Words
Introduction
Amelia's moans filled the air, her body betraying her desire for the ruthless man who claimed her.
But behind the passion lay a darker truth.
Her life spiraled into misery when she was caught in the webs of slavery by the merciless Mafia Don, Alessandro DeMarco.
As punishment for daring to infiltrate his powerful organization, Alessandro made her his slave—bound to serve him forever. Amelia's heart burned with betrayal, especially by the man she once loved, who lured her into destruction and abandoned her when she needed him most.
Resigned to her fate, Amelia worked for the Don as his possession, torn between hatred and the dangerous attraction that grew stronger with every stolen touch.
What happens when love begins to blur the lines between punishment and passion?
Will Alessandro be able to control his feelings for her?
Or will Amelia surrender completely to the deadly Mafia Don who makes her body tremble… and her heart betray her?
Chapter 1
Amelia's POV
"Your boobs are fucking big, amoretto." Don DeMarco's baritone voice was driving me crazy.
Fuck, his Italian accent! He was there sucking the hell outta my tits and here I was, moaning like hell.
"D...don." I mumbled, my voice low. Bounded in chains that held me tightly to the pillar, the pains from the lashes I received earlier, gingered through my veins.
Ah, Don Alessandro DeMarco was doing things to me; worst, he was making me feel sweet pains.
"P...please." I whispered, my breath hitching as I gasped. I wanted him to stop yet I didn't want the pleasure to stop.
Esctasy, fucking esctasy. Amelia, you're going CRAZY.
He paused and I opened my eyes, almost begging him to continue.
"Amoretto, you taste so sweet." He whispered into my ears, his hot breath brushing against my skin covered with goosebumps.
"I didn't expect the Russo Underground Mafia to have someone as sweet as you!"
I shook my head, my fists tightening by my side. "This is the fifth time I'm repeating to you, Don Alessandro DeMarco; I'm not a member of their Mafia gr—"
Hardly had I finished speaking when the whip lashed on my skin, slicing through.
"Ah!" I winced, throwing my head backwards. I gritted my teeth as his hand reached for my thighs, his fingers sliding into my pantie.
A moan escaped my lips as he shoved his fingers in, moving in and out roughly.
"You're fucking tight, Dolcezza." He licked his lips, grabbing my jaw roughly, his fingers still in me. He said, each words after a finger fuck, "This is what happens to whoever messes with me, Amoretto."
Again, his voice drove me crazy. I was on cloud nine, enjoying the things he was doing to me. I didn't mind the pain and focused on the pleasure instead.
Fuck, he was good at this. Even my fucking boyfriend who got me into this mess had never made me feel this...way.
Ah, Alessandro DeMarco. There you go again. Yeah, I love it.
"How dare you lie to me that you're not part of the Russo Mafia, you work for them, Amoretto." Alessandro seethed, his claws curled around my neck almost choking me to death.
Fuck Julian for landing me in this mess. Two days ago, I was just a simple girl who loves nothing but maintaining a low profile.
A girl who enjoys journeying through the darkest part of the internet, hacking people's device. It gave me joy, and also fed me.
As an orphan, I had no choice than finding a way to earn a living and fend myself.
It was all good, hacking and getting money until Julian came with this deal— a shady deal that involved infiltrating Don DeMarco's Mafia organisation.
I never knew Julian— my innocent nerd of a boyfriend actually worked with the Mafia until two days ago.
Fuck that son of a gun, he took to his wings immediately I was caught.
"Don Alessandro, I swear by the heavens I'm saying the truth." I tried to convince him but the sneer on his face made me understand that he cared less..
"Oh hell as if I care." He scoffed, his lips curling into a wide smirk. "This is just the beginning of hell, Amoretto. You're going to experience more and when I'm done with you...ah! You'd wish you had never been born."
"It's the fucking truth, Alessandro DeMarco!" I was forced to yell at him now. He wasn't even trying the least to believe me and it was getting on my nerves! "It was...just a deal with...with my boyfriend."
I never wanted to mention Julian being involved too but I just had to tag him along. He should be punished for betraying me.
Oh hell, I loved my tattered bungalow than this fucking dungeon. B...but, I loved Alessandro's foreplay more.
His touch, oh fuck his cologne!
"Well, he'll join you soon." The dark glint on Alessandro's face got me shivering.
"What do you mean?" I stuttered. He snapped his fingers and the door burst open, revealing two huge guys who dragged Julian in.
"J—julian." I gasped, my pupils dilated in shock. "What's he doing here?"
"Oh what a stupid question." Alessandro hissed, spanking my ass before he strode towards Julian who was covered in blood, severally injured.
Why do I even feel sympathy for him? He brought this upon himself but did he have to drag me along?
"Are you ready to spill the truth now, little boy?" He sat, folding his arms.
Julian looked up, his jaw clenched. "What makes you think I'm going to confess now?"
Shut up, you filthy thing! Just tell him the truth, make the Don know I'm... I'm innocent!
Innocent? Yeah, I partly was. If only I had known the whole stuff involved this fucking Don who knows how to handle my ass, I wouldn't have...
Just shut up, Amelia!
"I love stubborn guys like you." Alessandro chuckled, stretching his palm. One of the huge guys handed him a gun and he stood up, wait why was he coming close to me?
I shuddered as he placed the gun on my forehead, his index finger curled around the trigger.
"Tell him everything, Julian!" I yelled.
"You should listen to your girlfriend, nerdy." Alessandro said, one of his men passing a lit cigarette unto him.
I coughed as I inhaled the smoke from the cigarette. This guy...
"If you don't speak up now, nerdy, then you'd be saying goodbye to Bella Vita." He threatened, making a cold shiver rush down my spine.
Oh hell, I don't wanna die!
Julian chuckled, wiping the stain of blood off his lips. "That's not worth a threat, man. She could die for all I care."
Uh? Was he joking or something? Julian, it's me your Ellie.
"Oops, someone's hurt." Alessandro laughed, his gaze settling on my face flushed with shock.
I can't believe Julian was saying this right now, this was the same man who swore he loved me to the moon and back!
"If you're not ready to speak up, Bella Vita would die then."
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