Whispering Echoes Of A Velvet Night

~ Alya and Rossi ~

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The cold night air clawed at my bare skin, but the heat of his body pressed against mine was far more suffocating and the cold knife at my throat even more so.

“I’ll give you one last chance, Alya…” Rossi’s words slid low and smooth against my neck, every syllable deliberate. “Where is he?”

Of course, I wouldn’t betray my own flesh and blood. But this bastard had already stolen my heart. What was I supposed to do? My clothes were probably scattered across the room, shredded beyond repair by this arrogant Russian son of a—

“Why?” I asked softly, though my tone was sharp. “Why should I tell you when and where my idiot brother does his shameless gallivanting?”

Rossi growled low, a sound that sent heat crawling over my skin. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, intimate yet lethal.

“Careful, moya milaya. Don’t mistake my patience for mercy.”

My darling. Was this man insane? He stabbed me in the back and now calls me his darling? But then again… I put myself here. Desperate to impress Father, I signed a marriage contract with the most feared Don in all of Moscow and San Luca, Italy. Alya, have you lost your mind?!!

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” His voice was soft, almost teasing, but laced with steel. His teeth grazed my ear, a warning disguised as play. His cold hands roamed my skin, shamelessly deliberate.

“If you want information on Damian, you’re wasting your time,” I said, though my voice faltered as his hands cupped my chest.

Rossi chuckled, low and dark; not mocking, not amused, but promising.

“Oh, moya milaya…” His tone dripped with desire and danger. “You think silence will save you?” He pressed his lips to my neck, every word a threat. “I will make you speak.”

Shivers run through my spine to my brain.

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My head is a mess...... What do I do now? This man obviously has the upper hand in this situation. I can’t let him know where Damian is — he would slit his throat the moment he saw him. I need to stall him until Majora arrives; but by stalling, I would have to… shit. I can’t. I can’t sell myself because of this stupid mission.

Who would want to lose their virginity to a useless scumbag of a man? Not me. Think fast before he realises you are stalling… Alya, think, think… I’m lucky I’m a fast thinker, or else he would’ve caught on to what I’m doing right now.

“Mute, eh?” Rossi whispers again. “You are really testing my patience here, moya milaya. I could just slit your throat and go find him myself, or… you could let me f— you senseless until you spill the truth by opening that pretty mouth of yours, or you could…”

He turns me to face him, the cold, threatening knife still against my flesh.

“…Just tell me where he is, eh? How about that?”

His shameless hand-roaming becomes bolder and more intentional, as if he’s mocking me.

“I would never utter anything to you, neither would I stoop so low and let you touch my body,” I respond, my voice slightly trembling but firm.

“I already did…” He leans into my neck and whispers. His voice is now thick with desire, laced with possessiveness. The tension in the air shifts dangerously to something else entirely.

“…Moya milaya,” he adds.

It takes him only a few seconds before he completely loses it.

“Fuck this,” he growls, pivoting the knife across the room onto the wall, leaving a visible dent. He grabs my waist and carries me, throwing me onto his king-sized bed, making my head spin; pinning me down. Not even giving me time to breathe, he crashes his lips onto mine.

There and then, my mind goes completely blank, my eyes foggy as a cloud, and I can’t think straight anymore. My heart bangs in my chest like it’s about to explode and shatter into pieces. This man, this bastard that I swore not to feel a thing for, has broken through the lock to my heart… once again.

Alya, you are definitely doomed.

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