Marks - XLIII

                                    

                                          
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I got into the bedroom and wiped my tear that had run down my cheek, trying not to break in front of him. I looked outside and faced just his back. He had placed his hands on the railings and had lowered his head. I sat on the bed and exhaled slowly, looking on the floor. 
                          
He walked in, at some point, and I looked at him. His face's features hardened. «So, you mentioned something about shopping» I said, trying to change the past subject. He looked at me. His hands on his hips. 
                          
«Yeah. Tomorrow» he said serious. 
                          
«Why?» 
                          
«Yer gonna meet a lot of people. We have parties, receptions and dinners to go to. You're the mafioso's girl, whether you like it or not. I need you to dress as expensive and slutty as possible» he said and I raised my eyebrows. 
                          
«Do y'all mafia dudes share your girls with each other? Are you really gonna dress me slutty to give me to others so you can do your lil job?» I asked. His lips formed a line and he ducked a bit. 
                          
He placed his hands next to each of my thighs -on the bed- and his body came closer to mine. My body was going backwards the whole time and I fell back. He towered me and looked straight into my eyes. 
                          
«You're all mine, baby. Only mine. I'm not sharin' ya with anyone. Ever.» he whispered. I gulped and he smiled a little. «I just want to treat me girl with the best. Plus that those girls there are bad. They need to be jealous» he said in a low tone and grabbed my waist. 
                          
He turned me around on the bed. Now he was lying down on the mattress and I was on top of him. I let out a small scream when he did this. He held my waist tighter and smiled at me. I tilted my head on the side. 
                          
«I want yer to stay away from anyone we meet. I'm takin' care of the dudes. But, please, don't start any "friendships" with their girls. They're either real bitches or too innocent girls that are being used by criminals that make them think they're in love with them and shit like that. Those girls are gonna proceed you. Try to be yer "friends" or somefing. Probably just to make yer leave me and go with their man so he can sell yer body for his advantage, y'know. Or just try to extract information about meh, I dunno. Just be friendly with 'em, but stop there. Not much talk. Okay?» he asked. I looked at the ceiling, pretending that I'm thinking about it. «Klarisa!» 
                          
«Okay okay. No talk about you, except for your dick of course. No talk about me and no accepting any offers. Got it» I said and he smiled cockily. 
                          
«Me dick?» 
                          
«Yep. I could find you a good girl to fuck, y'know. Your little ding dong needs to get into stuff, other than cheese holes of course» I joked. 
                          
He fake-frowned and grabbed my wrists. He turned me around, pressing my back on the bed. My hands on the mattress as well, on each side of my head. My wrists held tightly by his hands. He towered me again. His face just inches away from mine and breathing on top of my face. 
                          
«Stop makin' fun of meh» he whispered and I smiled. I looked at the ceiling, which was basically a mirror on top of the bed. I furrowed my eyebrows. 
                          
«Why's there a mirror on top of the bed?» I asked curious. He looked at it for a moment and then back at me, smiling and chuckling a little. 
                          
«So we can look at what's happenin' while I fuck you» he said cockily. «It depends who's gonna watch on who's facing the ceiling» he clarified. 
                          
«Uh ha. Interesting» I said sarcastically and he smiled. He placed his knee between my legs. 
                          
«We can try it if yer want» he said. He placed his face on the crook of my neck. «Just say the word and I can make all yer dreams come true» he whispered in my ear and placed a kiss on my neck.