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It was the first.
I will be the last.
—You go first, leave your fingerprints at home like my mafia lady.
-Sure?
—Very sure, love.
Emily soaks the soles of her heels in blood, raises her dress and stains the floor with her heavy footsteps. I am the second to soak my soles in blood to leave my footprints, the escorts who gather in front of the house and admire us from their position.
The bosses, the owners of this place have just marked their lives forever.
David comes out in a wheelchair, Lorenzo is the one who pushes him and raises his hand.
—For my new mafia lady, for the Don of the mafia.
-David!
I let my wife hug her brother, the rest of us go in when they finish and I listen to them talk. A few hours pass in which everyone is in the living room with alcoholic drinks, there are some desserts that are gone in the blink of an eye. Emily doesn't stop talking, the words coming out until I reach out to catch her waist in my hand.
—Princess.
—Uhm.
—There is one more ritual, don't make me wait, it's important.
—Are you going to cut me into little pieces to offer me to the Moon?
—I'm not that crazy, come with me and you'll see.
He takes one of the glasses that appears to him the moment one of the maids passes by, I snatch it from her before she can bring it to her lips and hand it to someone else. Before he starts throwing a tantrum, I pinch his butt and make him follow me with his angry face.
"I needed to cool my throat, sir."
—Don't call me that, you don't want to know how strict I get when you call me sir.
—Are you capable of spanking me until I understand my lesson, sir?
—Much worse things, principessa.
We both get to our room where she shows me the slippers she changed when I didn't see her. He takes off his shoes and looks at me, I just lock the door, leave my drink on my nightstand and close the curtains so that no one out there gossips.
“A ritual of surrender,” I mention sternly, with a touch of mockery and lust in my voice. Where you will give me your absolute body, I will do with it everything I want and we will finish until I say so, you will give yourself to suffer at the hand of the Don, you will suffer for your man.
—Are you going to hurt me?
—Maybe, you once said you would like it.
—Hurt how?
"You know how," I emphasize, "where both parties receive the right amount of pleasure to hurt each other, to cry and beg to finish because it's too much that they doubt if they can last one more round."
Her smile twists, she walks moving her body towards me, she takes off her dress until she is in the last lingerie that I had given her. Red lace all over her body.
—That interests me a lot, because I know that you will be the one who will no longer hold out until the end. You're going to beg for it all to end, because I will win.
"I highly doubt it, because I only thought of this ritual for someone like you." I hold her hips in my hands. You are going to obey me until the end, you are going to be a prettybastardwho follows all the orders given to her and the one who cannot give up will be you. Here, in this ritual, the only winner will be me.
