Hard Softness

ELENA'S POV;

"I really don't know who he is," I said as Antonio had me whimpering with need.

Having Antonio take me in different positions the other night made me so sore the next morning.

I noticed the alcohol and a glass cup with ice in it, on the table beside the bed and wondered if he was high but the bottle was still sealed.

My heat was screaming for release and yet he wouldn't permit that.

"Antonio," I called. "I promise I don't know him."

"Then why did he approach you? The nerve he had to speak to you that way, right in front of me." I gulped. "I don't believe you."

"Antonio, I promise I don't know him from anywhere."

"Are you sure about that?" He asked.

"I barely left my uncle's place, barely made friends. I had no friends. I wouldn't lie to you about this."

"You know me right? Perhaps I should show you some pictures. Look at me." He showed me his phone screen and my eyes widened at the sight. Were those... women? Naked women all tied up? "Guess what I did to them."

"You killed..."

"Of course not, my men did."

"Antonio..."

"If I find out that you are lying to me about that guy I swear to god you'll fear me for the rest of your life. Your body, pussy, face, even your heart will be messed up with scars. Is that what you want?" He growled angrily, glaring at me.

I didn't understand if I was a see through or something else because this man could hardly be deceived.

"I'm going to ask you again, who is he?" He asked and I hesitated.

"Damon..." He gripped my neck immediately.

"Do you know how much I despise being lied to?" He asked and I bobbed my head out of fright. "No you don't." His hand was tight enough to almost choke me. I was almost not breathing.

"Antonio...." Tears pulled in my eyes. "Stop, you're hurting me," I whispered. The anger in his eyes was evident.

"Who is he?" One hand wasn't enough to pull his massive hand off my neck.

I had to use two, and they still weren't enough. I couldn't hold on anymore. I could barely breathe.

"I'll speak. Please let me go." And he did, I dropped to the bed and coughed wildly.

"I'm listening." He cocked brow. His expression is void of any form of emotion.

The tension increased and I gently pulled down my wrapped blanket showing him a scar underneath my breasts and then in between my thighs before showing him the ones on my soles.

His brows were furrowed, waiting for me to speak.

"My uncle tortured me in my most sensitive areas. After wiping my chest fourteen times, making sure he left no scar, he made sure to mark my breasts with a knife. I thought he was going to cut them off, but he cut them before torturing me with a hot spoon. I thought I was in hell that moment because the torture made me want to die. The one in my thighs were cuts from me not pleasing his customers enough. He made sure to cut the same part every time I didn't please a customer and make him enough cash." I remembered those times and even the pain was still fresh in my memories. "And the ones on my soles were drills for every moment I didn't please him. It's a miracle that I can walk because I couldn't for two months, and he didn't do it once or twice. That man that you saw with me in the mall, was one of his customers. He used me so many times and would allow his wife to do the same. When he saw me he thought I was still working for my uncle. I tried to warn him that I had a husband and he was here. He didn't listen and belittled me wanting to know who would have married a weakling like me. I didn't want you to suspect, so I blushed."

"Why did you lie to me about him?"

"I know you and what you're capable of. You could shoot him dead without a second thought about it and I didn't want that to happen."

"I was still going to shoot him for speaking with you. But I have a much better reason to do so now."

"Don't, please."

"I would listen to you if only I had a heart amore. But right now I'm vexed with the way you lied to me."

"Would you really punish me?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Have I ever gone against my word? Make sure you spread your legs wide and nicely. He took out his hand cuff and cuffed me to the bed frame.

I couldn't get out and wondered what it was he planned on doing with me.

He took the ice from the cup and placed it in his mouth before spreading my legs wider.

Then he lowered his head, his eyes still on mine, glinting with mischievousness.

I gasped the moment I felt the ice touch my heat.

Trying to close my legs, he kept them where they were and continued to thrust the eyes into me till I was crying out.

He didn't stop, my pussy dripped with cold liquid and it felt numb already.

Suddenly he removed the ice and kissed my pussy before he began to suck.

His moans made my body tingle. My toes curled and uncurled as he sucked my cunt like it was his last meal.

My hand covered my mouth at the intensity as I could finally feel my heat in a different way.

"Oh." I arched my back as he continued to suck really hard. My pussy couldn't take it anymore as I started tossing my head from side to side. "Antonio..." I could feel an ache pulling in my lower abdomen and soon enough I was cumming. He rose up and kissed me.

Kissed me?

The heartless mafia was really kissing me right now? I didn't resist, I couldn't.

I allowed him to kiss me the way he wanted.

I was at his mercy anyways so who was I to resist him?

His arm wrapped around my arched back before he pulled me closer to himself, devouring my lips like the world was about to end in a few seconds.

Then I felt him in my entrance. I was desperately wishing that my hands were tied. He entered me slowly.

"Fuck, you're so cold down there. You feel so damn good puttana. The way your face contours into pleasure makes me want to cum into you so bad." His face was contorted in pleasure as he thrusted into me.

I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him close to me because I wanted more of him. I was on the pills anyway.

Soon I was cumming on his dick, he did cum too seconds after I'd come. We were breathing heavily right after and his lips graced my neck.

"I really don't understand why I can't bring myself to hurt you sometimes. Perhaps you're just different."

And I didn't understand why he was so engrossed with me.

I just felt like, within his rock hard exterior, there was someone that was quite soft.

I really wanted to find out who he is.