Page 112 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince
“Now, you are mine.” He uses his other arm to grab one of my breasts hard.
I’m holding myself back from screaming and making a fucking mistake.
“I’m yours, Mateo.”
“Of course you are,” he smiles, squeezing my breast gently. He lowers his lips on mine to kiss me.
I draw the knife closer as I force myself to kiss him back.
He groans into my mouth, cupping my face with both his hands now to deepen the kiss.
I’m squeezing my eyes shut, angered by his lips on mine.
Mateo sticks his tongue in my mouth, biting my lip as I let him kiss me. I feel his fingers slide underneath my dress again, pushing my panties to the side.
His lips are still on mine when I take the knife out, shoving it in his arm, missing his chest.
Fuck. No... nooo.
He yells in pain.
“Get your filthy hands off me!”
“Stupid bitch!” Mateo stops me as I try to push him off. He is stronger and kicks me hard with his knees in my abdomen.
I yell from the impact.
He doesn’t stop as he slaps me hard in the face. “How dare you!”
I’m crying, fighting him off me as I try to escape. He punches my face this time, his eyes full of rage. He grunts as he removes the knife.
My head is heavy. I feel blood on my lips from the cut his punch gave me.
“Fuck!” Mateo ignores his bleeding arm and punches me again in the stomach. I yell louder than before, my insides burning from the hit.
He takes my hair and pulls it hard, dragging me to the ground. My back meets the floor hard as he continues to drag me with him.
“Fuck you, Gianna!”
“Please, Mateo, please,” I beg, helplessly.
“You just tried to fucking kill me.” He slams my head hard to the ground as he releases my hair from his grip.
I’m holding my head and screaming in pain.
“I fucking trusted you.” He grabs my neck and lifts me up, pinning me to the wall.
I dig my nails into his arm, struggling to free myself as he chokes me.
“I saved you and your filthy family.” He sends another punch to my abdomen.
It’s hard and hurts like crazy. I cough out some blood.
“I waited for you for so long. I fucking loved you and this is how you repay me?” He punches me again and I cough out some more blood. His fingers never leave my throat as he starts to squeeze harder. It’s getting more difficult to breathe and my head starts to feel heavier.
“Fuck you, Gianna! Fuck! Fuck!” He lets go of me and I fall to the ground limp.
Blood spews out of my mouth as I cling to the ground. I’m too weak to move or do a fucking thing.
