OLIVIA

"You need to eat something," Madam Rosa's voice urged me from outside, but I ignored her completely, sniffling my nostrils and crying my eyes out.

I'd locked myself in. I didn't want anything. Didn't want the food she was offering. Or the life I'd suddenly found myself living.

I needed my sister. My family. My old life.

My tears streamed down my face, falling harder than I'd ever imagined. Isabella had been taken away by that creepy, sturdy old man. And Axel? He'd slapped me in front of everyone. And it only grew my hatred for him.

"What's happening, Rosa?"

My heart pounded in my chest, and my eyes darted straight to the door. That was his voice. I stood up fearfully from the floor, my hands clamming as I struggled on what to do next.

"She's locked herself in there," Rosa replied in a concerned tone, her voice conveying the same fear that was growing within me. I could picture her face as she tried to explain. "I've tried to-''

A heavy knock on the room door drowned her words and cut her off completely. And the next thing I heard was...

"-Open the fucking door, Olivia!"

He screeched, his fists pounding heavily on the door with a threat to tear it down. I walked towards the door in fear, but then halted halfway through. 

"Axel, please–"

"-Olivia!"

He cut her off... again. And by this time, I'd wiped off the tears on my face, and braced myself for the worst to happen. 

He'd probably slap me again...

I walked slowly, counting my steps as I moved forward, halting right in front of the door. And then– it opened.

His foot scraped my right arm alongside the door knob. And the force he used sent me crashing to the floor. I fell flat on my buttocks, and a wince of pain exited my lips.

"How dare you?!" He growled at me. And I heard his heavy footsteps storming towards me. My lips quivered with shock as I turned my gaze away, averting it to my arm. He sounded scary. And I didn't want to see how his countenance was. 

Madam Rosa rushed to me, and I heard her murmuring under her breath. She pulled me up slowly to sit, her hands tending to my bruised arm.

"Are you alright, Olivia?"

I heard Axel growl at her question. "Leave her alone."

"But–"

"-Leave us, Rosa!" He thundered with a harsh voice, making me swallow immediately with my head faced down. 

Rosa got up reluctantly, her hands tapping my back gently to give me comfort. I quivered my lips and stared at her with pleading eyes, my whole body trembling at the thought of being left alone with him.

Immediately the door closed behind Rosa's figure, Axel moved towards me, his footsteps calculated. I shifted backwards, my left hand grabbing my other arm.

"How dare you have an attitude?"

I shuddered. And without any response. 

"Look at me."

I shifted my gaze, resting it on his face. His eyes were narrowed, and his lips were formed into a thin line.

"I just fucking saved your life and you're acting like an ungrateful child?"

I swallowed... again. Saved my life? He was literally tearing everything apart, bit by bit.

I parted my lips quietly, trying to utter a word as I turned my eyes away from him. But no words could form.

"I hate it when I'm being ignored–"

"-I'm sorry," I didn't mean to interupt, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. "I- I didn't mean to offend you."

He smirked, and then I watched him get down slowly, squatting right in front of me. I saw the anger in his eyes slowly fading.

"Isabella set you up," I glanced at him with wide eyes, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "She deserves every punishment–"

"-Set me up?" The question rolled out of my lips. I couldn't understand anything. Why would my sister do such a thing?

He huffed, and then slowly scratched his beard. "You'll understand soon. But for now..." his hands began to unbutton his sleeves as he returned to his feet. "Get on the bed and please me."

My fear returned, intensifying in the moment. He wanted to have me, to own me, to break me and shatter my innocence.

And I wasn't ready.

I forced another lump down my throat, my breath turning heavy. "I–"

"-I traded my secret for your freedom," he tossed his shirt to a corner, revealing his muscular chest I'd seen earlier. "The least you can do is please me."

I heaved a deep sigh... and then took a heavy breath, shutting my eyes tightly. There was nothing I could do. Nothing or nobody could save me from this man.

I forced myself up, grunting out in pain my arm inflicted. Slowly, I tried to walk, but Axel reached for me, his hands touching my waist to hold firmly. And then... our eyes met, gazes locked, and lips slightly touched each other's. 

"You're mine now, Kitty." I guess we were back to this. I could feel his hot breath on my face, making me tilt my head backwards. I didn't say anything in reply, couldn't even dare. 

Without further delay, his hands swept me off my feet completely. My heart thumped in my chest, and I wondered how the night was going to end. 

I felt a rush of excitement amid my fear. His touch sent waves of shock through my veins. It felt like something... I couldn't find the right word for it. But it felt right. And wrong at the same time. I'd never felt this way.

My back touching the bed jolted me out of my reverie, reminding me of what was about to happen. Axel took off his pants, and the bulge my eyes caught sight off terrified me.

"Undress yourself." 

His tone was authoritative, yet sexy as hell. It was the way he said it... the voice... the look he gave me. Everything felt awkwardly good and I found myself stripping.

I sat upright. My hands gripped my tank top, and quietly, I pulled it over my head, revealing the black bra I had on. Axel watched me keenly– I saw his face. His eyes glared at me and the lingering lust in them was noticeable. 

I couldn't believe I was undressing for a total stranger. A man I'd barely known for 24 hours.

His eyes signaled to the denim skirt i had on. "Take it off."

I reached for the little zipper at the side, my hands working on it. I sank my teeth into my lower lips, feeling the embarrassment and shyness that was eating me up deeply.

He reached for me, his hands holding my shoulders and pushing me to lay my back on the bed. I crashed onto the soft surface, my mind a juggle of unimaginable thoughts.

I felt his hands on my skin, his fingers lingering on my thighs. He peeled the skirt off my waist hastily, tossing it down to the marble floor.

"You're making me fucking hard."

His voice deepened, making me feel a throbbing sensation in between my legs. My chest heaved up and down with uncertainty, and fear– of course. I felt his fingers trail the edges of my lacy underwear, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. 

"You're going to do as I say," I closed my eyes shut as he uttered those words, already expecting them. "And you're not going to complain about anything. Not even when it hurts."

I swallowed for what felt like the third time, if it was any use to count. His words scared me, and at the same time, excited me. I felt the flesh in between my legs– it was moist. I knew I didn't pee myself. So, what was happening to me? Was it because of his touch?

I'd barely try to think of what was happening to my body, when I felt his fingers. They shifted my panties to a side, and then gently massaged my opening.

I suppressed a gasp, obviously relishing the feeling. His hands felt good– touching me in the right spot. I bit down my lips, trying to refrain myself from making a sound. 

Until, I felt him slid a finger in... forcefully...

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI

Seeing her reluctantly give me access to her body did something to me. I felt like an asshole, trying to take advantage of a sweet, innocent child. She was 20, turning 21 in a few months, and I was turning 30 in a couple of weeks.

I knew she was a virgin, and that was the part that excited me, drew me to her. But, strangely, it felt wrong. I couldn't do this, she didn't deserve this.

I spread her legs apart, parting them open so I could slide inside of her wet, dripping hole. My index finger went in first, and I saw the way she forced her eyes shut, and then her lips started quivering.

She felt tight- so fucking tight, and I felt the walls of her coochie gripping the only finger I had inside of her. She tried to hold it in, to suppress the pain she felt... until she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ouch!''

It hurt, I knew, still, I kept thrusting. But, she was in pain. And watching her express how it affected her slowly made my urges disappear. I'd never force a woman against her will.

And Olivia wouldn't be any different.

I pulled my finger out of her after a few seconds, retreating as I bent over to pick up my clothes.

I-I couldn't do it.

She was too fragile, too weak. And I knew she wouldn't be able to handle all of me.

"Did-did I do something wrong?"

Her voice sounded scared, like she'd committed a crime that deserved death. I threw on my pants, trying not to express the pity and concern I felt towards her.

"Go wash up," my voice was husky and a bit raspy. "I'll get Rosa to make something for you."

I didn't look at her, but I felt her gaze on me, obviously surprised by my actions. I did my zipper and threw on my shirt over my shoulders, not turning back to even take as little as a glimpse at her.

I headed straight to the door, unlocked it, and took my exit. There was only one place for me to relax my nerves-my office.

"Axel. Can- can I go in now to meet her?"

Rosa appeared just in time. She seemed to have been waiting and hovering around the entrance. I traced the hint of concern in her voice, and I knew there was a soft spot in her heart for Olivia.

I turned to look at her, my shoulders squared. "Yes. I need you to give her some of that... stuff."

She widened her eyes, and I could tell what was running through her mind. But, I wasn't ready to answer her questions.

My legs walked away from her, heading straight to my office. I noticed the door was slightly opened, and my forehead creased. Nobody was allowed to go in there. Absolutely nobody.

I saw his figure hovering over the shelves of books. I furrowed my eyebrows, walking closer to my table to take my seat.

"You're not supposed to be in here, Viper," I tried my best not to sound annoyed as I pulled out my chair. "This place is off limits."

He gave out a chuckle, taking his time to face me. I saw the smoke that clouded his face, and the cigarette that was at the corner of his lips which he held out in his hands while walking towards me.

"I thought I was different."

I gave out a scowl. "A rule is a rule."

"I see..."

He had something to say. His tone gave it all away. Viper was one to talk, he could never keep anything to himself no matter what it was.

I reached for the scattered paperwork on my table, trying to arrange nothing in particular. Olivia's thoughts clouded my mind, and I couldn't understand why she'd occupied space there when we'd barely been together for 24 hours.

"You look so... lost."

I raised my head to him, noticing his hands reaching for my cigarette box to take a stick. Did I forget to add that he was a chain smoker?

"Your eyes are clearly deceiving you."

"Don't try to hide it, Ace." he scoffed, pulling out the seat in front of me. "I know what's going on."

I smirked. "Then tell me."

He took a seat. "It's about that damn girl, Olivia." 

I gritted my teeth at the word he used to describe her. Damn? He had no right to call her that. My fists were slowly clenching, and I was trying so hard to refrain myself. 

I straightened my posture. "Olivia has nothing to do with anything."

"Oh yeah?" he sounded mocking, and his tone was attacking when I caught sight of him reclining in his chair. "You fucking chose her over the item we've been searching for!"

I swallowed, twitching my eyes. He'd reminded me. And the fact that I wasn't even thinking about the consequences of the decision I'd made.

"I'll find a way to get the item from La Mano nera." I tried to sound convincing, tried to push the blame from my kitty. She had no idea about anything or what was going on.

The sound of the lighter lingered for a while- Viper gave light to his cigarette and took a puff, blowing it into the air as he leaned forward with his other hand on the table.

"There's something you're not telling me, Ace."

I heaved a heavy sigh, already getting tired of the conversation. "Viper, that's enough."

"Have you even touched her?"

I froze at his question. Why was he asking though? It was none of his business.

A vein throbbed in my forehead. "And how is that relevant?"

He grinned, taking another puff from his stick. "It's written all over you," I turned my gaze away, sorting through nothing in particular on my table. "Your emotions are spilling over and this is not a good thing for us- for a man in your position!"

Maybe he was right. I'd never felt this way for a woman. I'd never stalked any woman, never travelled far away just to keep an eye on them.

My eyes narrowed, obviously blazing with the fury that surged through my veins as I gritted my teeth at him. "I don't want to talk about this."

He didn't say anything. And I thought he'd given up talking about it, only for me to hear him ask...

"Are you doing this because of what happened?"

My muscles tightened, especially my jaw. My hands halted for a moment, and I pushed my gaze to him.

"What?"

"The incident... the last war that happened. Is this why you're so protective of her?"

He'd struck a nerve, and opened another deep wound I'd been fighting to conceal. I felt a knot tightening in my stomach, and suddenly, the air felt suffocating.

"Ace?"

There was no answer to that question. And even, if there was any, I couldn't part my lips to respond. This was worse than a blade going in my chest.

"So, it's indeed because of it."

He'd confirmed it. I stood up abruptly from my seat, trying to throw on my shirt and walk out, when I heard a heavy knock on the door. And then another figure rushed in...

It was Rosa.

"Axel..." her eyes burned with fear, and I noticed her jerky moments alongside her shaky voice. But I didn't take them seriously. If being dramatic was a person- it was Rosa.

I kept my focus on my table, my hands grabbing a stick from my cigarette box. "What is it?"

"It's Olivia," I raised my face to her immediately, my eyes already asking questions. "I- I gave her the stuff like you asked me to. And now..."

I exchanged looks with Viper briefly, and then strode towards Rosa who seemed to have a problem speaking.

"And what?!"

"She's unconscious," I heard her swallow, a tear running down her left cheek as she added. "She's not breathing."

OLIVIA

I blinked my eyes, forcing them open against their will. My head felt like it was about to split into two halves, and my whole body felt numb.

I'd passed out.

I couldn't remember anything, except for the irritating feeling I had after Rosa handed me a cup of disgusting liquid. Whatever that'd happened after that was history in my memory. 

The room was awfully bright– sunlight peering in through the windows threatened to blind me as it went straight into my eyes. 

And my mouth tasted bitter like I'd eaten crumbs of burnt bread, garlic, and cheese. Whatever I'd taken last night from Rosa was the cause of the unpleasant taste in my mouth.

And I had no idea what it was.

I forced myself up from the vast bed, trying to ignore the pain I felt in between my legs. Axel's finger had hurt me, and thinking about what had happened last night, I was glad he'd retreated. 

Because there was no way I would have been able to take all of him– deep inside of me.

He was huge. 

Yes, huge.

I hadn't seen it yet, but the bulge my eyes always caught in his pants was frightening. 

My feet went into the flip-flops close to the bed, and I tried to wave off the dizziness I felt. The one that threatened to send me crashing to the marble floor.

Tossing my hair into a messy bun. I headed straight to the door, turned the knob open, and walked out of the room.

I'd only noticed how big the whole house was, and it was hard, like a difficult task to find the kitchen. 

And when I finally did, I swept myself in, eager to make something to drown away whatever was happening to me.

I thought of something to make, a drink that could help me out of my predicament.

Peppermint tea...

Just like my mother always made, and whenever either of us felt nauseous or sick to the stomach. 

But, how could I make one?

I had no idea.

I was a bad cook, and could only make a few decent meals. And coffee– to add to the list.

I stood confused in the kitchen, feeling the nausea caught up in my throat. 

Rosa. 

Where was Rosa when I needed her the most?

I turned around swiftly and found myself crashing into something. A broad, sweaty surface.

My heart pounded in my chest as I felt it, realizing it wasn't something, but someone. I raised my head slowly, forcing the lump down my throat as my eyes met who it was.

Axel.

Dressed in nothing but a black sleeveless shirt and pants that were loose-fitting. I gulped down my saliva, pulling away almost immediately as I caught his intense stare.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice attacked me, sounding stern and reprimanding. I shifted my gaze to the stove, feeling my words stuck in my throat.

"I-I..."

I didn't know what to say.

"Where is Rosa?"

I swallowed, praying silently that my presence there alone wouldn't cause trouble for Rosa. "I... I have no idea."

He took a step forward, making me take another step backward. I could inhale his scent now, a musky, earthy scent that felt refreshing to my nose.

"You're supposed to be in bed, resting."

Was that concern in his voice I heard? Or was it an order I was supposed to follow?

I sunk my teeth into my lips, still not looking at him. "I– I felt nauseous," I breathed out slowly. "And I wanted to make something to make me feel better."

I heard a scowl from him, and it made me shudder slightly.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Kitty."

Kitty...

I hated it when he did that, called me that. And the tone he always used. It was unavoidable, husky yet alluring. And I found a part of me tingling with a sensation that I couldn't control.

I raised my head slowly, pushing through every single thing my eyes met to finally hold his steady gaze.

His eyes narrowed at me, and I thought I saw them twitch for a moment. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and as I stood there, staring at him, my heart raced at a breakneck pace.

"How're you feeling?"

It felt strange hearing him ask me that, but I knew better than to annoy him with my silence.

I forced a casual smile. "I'm... fine."

I wasn't fine. I was literally dying inside.

He gave a nod, and I felt his hands on my skin, making me aware of what I had on– a strapless nightgown that hugged my body.

News flash, I wasn't putting on a bra.

My tits were a bit exposed as the upper part of the gown had slipped a bit down on my body, and my nipples felt like a hard rock against the silk material.

And my underwear was missing from my waist. I'd lost them since his strong hands pulled them off me last night.

"You better be fine," his voice turned raspy, and I felt his warm breath on my neck as he got closer. "You had a free pass last night, but not for too long."

I knew what he meant, and understood faster than I'd thought. I felt he heard me swallow hard, my whole body shivering beneath his menacing figure.

His fingers trailed down my neck, and I felt them on my left nipple, swirling around intentionally. I gulped down a gasp, knowing he hadn't permitted me to react verbally to his touch. 

I quivered my lips, feeling his thumb at the corner. His eyes peered into mine, forcing me to hold his gaze. I struggled with myself, with the way my body was reacting to his touch. 

With just one hand, he held me firmly around the waist. And the fingers on the other did whatever they wanted to my body.

I felt him everywhere– my nipples, my waist, my hips, and even on my thighs, pushing through the fabric to touch the flesh in between my legs. 

I couldn't deny the feeling– his hands felt good and made me excited, and I wanted him to do more...

More to my body...

I was enjoying every bit of his touch– even when I wasn't supposed to.

This man had held me captive against my will. Had my sister beaten and tortured to the brink of death. 

He was supposed to be my enemy.

How could I enjoy the pleasure of his arms and touch?

"I could make love to you right here," I tilted my head backward, still holding his gaze as I felt his fingers rubbing my entrance. "And right now."

He leaned forward, pushing his head closer to mine. I felt our noses touching. He was close, so close to me that I could feel his rapid breathing on my face.

I stared at his lips, fighting the urge to taste them. I watched him get closer, and before I could tell what was going to happen, he pressed his lips against mine, shutting whatever I was going to spill.

A kiss. 

I was kissing the enemy. A dangerous mafia lord. 

I shut my eyes tightly, feeling my heart threatening to burst open at the thought.

Axel's lips nibbled on mine, and I felt his hand pin me down firmly, and his fingers grabbing my nipple.

I lost my control. 

I moaned into his mouth before I could refrain myself. 

His touch was doing something to me, and the flesh in between my legs– I could feel the moisture and tears running down.

"Kiss me," he ordered, breaking off from the kiss briefly, his eyes burning with sheer desire. "And get ready to take all of me, right here."

My heart pounded. 

This was it.

I was going to lose my virginity, in a kitchen, and to a man I'd only met for a day.

And I knew for a fact– he'd go rough on me. 

My life couldn't get any worse. Could it?