I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 "I'll be making full use of you."

I couldn't decipher Antonio's expression and wanted to ask, but my better judgment told me to refrain. Antonio was a mafioso, a fact I had to keep in mind at all times-everything about him was perilous, and I needed to stay away from his life.

Our meal was served promptly. I ate the sausages on my plate in silence, occasionally stealing glances at Antonio with the corner of my eye. He elegantly sliced the veal shank, tenderly placing the juiciest piece at my lips.

I hesitated when I saw it, and he maintained his gesture, waiting for me to bite. As more people turned their eyes towards us, a tingling sensation crept up my scalp, and I felt exposed under their gaze, but Antonio seemed unfazed, his eyes increasingly domineering.

I shivered, battling internally under his gaze, realizing I was subconsciously submitting to him, yet I knew I shouldn't. Antonio was patient. He stared at me until I relented, hastily biting into the meat. The delicate beef burst with rich juices in my mouth, and even the flavors could not hide away the natural taste of the meat, making me want to devour it entirely.

"Delicious!" I exclaimed, my eyes sparkling, unaware of Antonio's fierce, warning glance around us.

He tasted some low-alcohol apple cider, then suddenly lifted my chin in the dim light, offering me a sip. His tongue swirled in my mouth, "Indeed, it's delicious."

I felt the envious and teasing eyes of men and women on us, my face burning with a mix of shame and silent thrill. I realized Antonio flaunted me unabashedly as his possession, using it to humiliate me, pushing me to total submission.

Yet, infuriatingly, my Stockholm syndrome flared-I feared him yet depended on his attention. As Antonio kissed me, his face bathed in a soft glow, he seemed angelic, mesmerizing. I constantly reminded myself not to drown in this false affection, a manipulation tool of the mafia.

Meanwhile, my heart raced abnormally.

Antonio, a fearsome mobster and a seasoned lover, threatened me with a mistress contract while attempting to tame me with tenderness.

If we were a normal couple, I couldn't have enjoyed the admiration of men and the jealousy of women. But standing with Antonio, I became the center of attention.

I pinched my thigh hard, the sharp pain bringing me back to reality-I had to stay alert and not fall too deep.

This dinner was not an easy one eventually; Antonio's never stopped with his feet and hands under the table, but I dared not make a move.

After leaving the restaurant and the public gaze, I felt sweat covering my body. The food was delicious, but I'd rather eat McDonald's fries and burgers or a pizza-I swore never to return.

"I should go home," I said weakly to Antonio, testing my refusal to fulfill the mistress's duties.

Antonio scoffed, stopping my hand as I tried to hail a cab. "I gave you enough time for personal matters, thinking you'd adjust to this role. You should be undressed in my bed by now, not continually thinking of escape."

I knew Antonio wouldn't let me go easily. I argued, "Even a regular employee has the right to sick leave."

"Are you sick?" Antonio scrutinized me. "Tell me, maybe I can do something for you."

I crossed my arms, cursing his pervert obsession.

Antonio laughed heartily, turning me around to push me into Dante's car. "Your feisty demeanor is cute, Sienna, but remember your role as a mistress. I'm satisfied with today's trial; I'll be making full use of you."

He was infuriatingly arrogant. Am I some product he can order anytime for a trial?

"I need to pack; I have things I need," I tried to delay.

"I believe that camera is all you own. My apartment has everything, including clothes for a mistress; I'll arrange it as a proper employer," Antonio's frame blocked my path, cutting off my escape.

I didn't want to agree, but the crushing debt of $80 million weighed on me like a mountain-I feared my refusal might provoke Antonio's violent mafia nature.