Impure Love (Dark Mafia Duet #2)

16. Dante

16

DANTE

M y fingers dig into Aliyah’s arm, the soft skin giving way under my grip. She whimpers as we walk towards the waiting car. Her curls are in a loose bun on top of her head, and I can only imagine what she looks like with it splayed around her as I look down at her naked body.

She tries to pull away, but I tighten my hold, not wanting to risk her trying to escape, even though I know she won’t. My breathing is heavy, my nose filled with her scent. It's intoxicating.

“You’re hurting me,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“Good,” I reply, keeping my tone low and menacing. “It means you’ll remember who’s in charge.”

Her eyes widen, but she says nothing, just lets me drag her to the car. I can feel her body shaking. The fear radiating off her is almost palpable.

We reach the car and Luca nods at me from the driver’s seat. I shove Aliyah into the backseat. She stumbles, catching herself on the leather upholstery. I slide in beside her, closing the door with a finality that makes her flinch.

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice is small, barely a whisper.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I say, smirking. “For now, just sit still and be a good girl.”

She glares at me, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

And fuck if that fire in her eyes doesn't make my dick hard. I yank her hands in front of her and tie them together with a length of rope I keep in the car. She watches with a furrowed brow, her eyes darting between my face and the rope. I love how expressive she is. I can't wait to see how much I can push her now that she’s finally mine.

Her silence speaks volumes, but I know it won’t last. She’s too spirited to stay quiet for long. And that’s exactly what excites me.

The car ride is tense, her body rigid next to me. I relish the control, the power I have over her. I can feel her fear, her anger, her helplessness. It fuels me.

“You’re quiet,” I say, breaking the silence. “Planning your escape?”

She doesn’t answer, just stares out the window. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Answer me.”

“I’m not planning anything,” she mutters, her eyes filled with loathing. “There’s no point.”

“Smart girl.” I release her chin, satisfied. “But don’t mistake compliance for safety. You’ll find I’m not a forgiving man.”

The rest of the ride is silent, her breathing the only sound in the car. I glance at her occasionally, enjoying the way she shifts uncomfortably. She’s trying to be brave, but I can see the cracks.

The car hums along the highway, the city lights flickering past the tinted windows. Aliyah sits rigid beside me, her bound hands resting in her lap, eyes darting nervously. I let the silence stretch, enjoying her discomfort.

“Listen carefully,” I say, breaking the quiet. “You’re mine now. There are rules you’ll follow, and if you don’t, there will be consequences.”

She turns her head, her eyes locking with mine. Defiance still burns in those expressive brown eyes. Good. I enjoy a challenge.

“What rules?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s a steel edge to it.

I lean closer, letting my eyes roam up and down her body. “First, you’ll address me as sir. No exceptions. Second, you’ll do exactly what I say, when I say it. If I tell you to jump, you ask how fucking high, Sir .”

Her lips part, but no words come out. I smirk, continuing, “Third, you’ll dress how I want you to. None of these street clothes that cover and show too much all at once. You’ll wear elegance, and nothing but the finest.”

She swallows hard, her throat working as she processes my words. “You’re insane,” she finally says, her voice trembling but strong.

“Insane?” I chuckle, the sound dark and cold. “Maybe. But you’ll learn to like it, Aliyah. You’ll learn to like me.”

“Never,” she snaps, her defiance flaring again.

I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Oh, you will. I can be very persuasive.” I let my thumb brush over her lower lip, enjoying the way she shivers at the contact. “And let’s not forget the most important rule. You don’t ever, and I mean fucking ever, try to escape. You won’t like what happens if you do.”

Her eyes widen, fear mixing with that stubborn defiance. “You can’t keep me forever.”

“Watch me pet ,” I say, leaning back and releasing her chin. The word “pet” hangs in the air, exhilarating in its finality. “You’ll see, Aliyah. Soon, you’ll be begging to stay.”

She looks away, staring out the window. I know she’s thinking of escape, of ways to defy me. It’s almost cute, her naivety. But she’ll learn. I’ll make sure of it.

As we pull up to the gates of the Russo mansion, I let my eyes travel over her once more. Soon, she’ll be dressed for me, in nothing but elegance. She’ll be mine, completely and utterly. And I’ll savor every moment of breaking her.

The car stops, and I reach over, undoing her seatbelt. “Welcome to your new home, pet,” I say, opening the door and stepping out. “Remember the rules, and we’ll get along just fine.”

She steps out, her eyes wide as she takes in the mansion. I watch her, a slow grin spreading across my face. The game is just beginning.

As I step through the grand entrance of my mansion, Aliyah in tow, I make a point to introduce her to every staff member and security guard we encounter. My grip on her arm is firm, ensuring she doesn’t entertain any foolish ideas of escape.

“Everyone, this is Aliyah,” I announce, my voice carrying the weight of command. “She’s under my protection now.”

The staff nods, their eyes darting to her and then back to me. They know better than to question my decisions. I catch a few wary glances, the kind that tell me they’re on edge, ready to act if I so much as twitch the wrong way. It’s amusing, really. They know I could snap at any moment, and that’s exactly how I like it.

Aliyah stays quiet, her eyes darting around the room, no doubt looking for a way out. But she won’t find one. Not here. I can see the wheels turning in her head, the desperate search for an escape plan.

I steer her toward the hallway, nodding to Luca as we pass. He gives me a knowing look, his expression one of respect and understanding. He knows what’s at stake here.

We reach the door to my bedroom, and I push it open, guiding Aliyah inside. She stumbles slightly, catching herself on the edge of the bed.

I pull Aliyah’s back against my chest as I close the door to the bedroom, the lock clicking into place. She stiffens, her breath catching, but I revel in her unease. Leaning against the door, I run my nose up the side of her neck, inhaling her scent. She tenses further, her body rigid against mine.

“Relax,” I whisper, my voice low and dangerous. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

She tries to pull away, but I tighten my hold, chuckling softly at her futile resistance. Her body betrays her, shivering under my touch despite her obvious fear. “I see you’re trying to fight it,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. “But your body knows what it wants.”

Her breath quickens, her pulse racing beneath my fingertips. I trail my hand down her arm, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch.

I lean in close, letting my breath brush against Aliyah’s ear. "You'll be sleeping in my bed every night," I whisper, feeling her shiver against me. The reaction sends a jolt of satisfaction through me, and I arch my hips pressing my cock against her, enjoying the way she wiggles in response. Her body betrays her, and I relish every second of it.

"But not tonight," I finish, my lips brushing her earlobe. I nip it gently, savoring the small gasp that escapes her lips. "I have work to do." With that, I shove her away, watching as she stumbles, trying to regain her balance.

"Work?" she asks, her voice a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "What kind of work does a man like you do?"

I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. "The kind you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about."

Her eyes narrow, a spark of anger flashing in them. "You’re a monster."

"Perhaps," I say, shrugging. "But you’ll find that monsters can be very persuasive."

She glares at me, but I can see the fear mingling with her anger. It’s a heady mix, one that fuels my desire to dominate her even more. I step closer, my eyes locked on hers. "Don’t test me, Aliyah. You won’t like the consequences."

She swallows hard but doesn’t back down. "I’m not afraid of you."

"Liar," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "I can see it in your eyes. You’re terrified."

She opens her mouth to protest, but I cut her off, raising a hand.

“Enough,” I say, my voice cutting through the tension. “I have work to do.” I step back, my eyes still locked on hers. She doesn’t move. She stands there, defiant, and I can’t decide if I want to break her or protect her.

I turn and lock the door, the sound of the bolt sliding into place echoing in the room. The click is final, a reminder of the control I need to maintain. Exhaling, I let out a breath. Damn, she’s got me more riled up than I care to admit. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, a reaction I’m not accustomed to.