Mia’s pov
TW: mild humiliation.
. You can skip this Chapter if you’re uncomfortable with that, but please keep in mind that this is a dark mafia romance book.
This book would get quite darker and spicier henceforth.
You’ve been warned lol.
All my love, Ivy.
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Lorenzo shook his head, still looking very pissed off, and then slowly, he made his way into the kitchen.
His eyes scanned the kitchen and I felt more mortified at the irritated look on his face as he took in the flour that’s literally everywhere in the kitchen.
When he focused his gaze on me again, I felt the breath lesve my lungs on a whoosh, especially when he began to inch towards me.
He didn’t stop even when he got close to me, forcing me to inch backwards, and to my horror, he kept taking a step closer to me until my back hit the edge of the counter and I couldn’t go any further.
A small smirk pulled at the side of his lips as he regarded me like I was an annoying pest here in the kitchen.
His body waa caging mine against the counter and even if I wanted to anywhere but here right now, I’d never dare attempt to shove him off me. My heart was thumping harshly against the sides of my ribs, and so was my pulse, due to how nervous I currently am.
I swallowed emptily and refused to meet his eyes, but out of nowhere, his hand grasped my chin harshly, making me let out a startled gasp as he forced my head backwards until I was staring up at him.
“Cat got your tongue? Thought you were mouthing off to me moments ago?” He demanded and I instantly felt my heartbeat accelerated.
I swallowed emptily and attempted to shake my head, but his hold was very firm, which prevented that from happening.
“I didn’t.” I whispered in response, hoping I sound honest enough so he’d let me go and stay at a good distance away from him.
But, he didn’t do that. Instead, he laughed.
The laugh rumbled out of him smoothly and it only made me more nervous. It was a very sarcastic laugh, which made me feel really bad.
“Pretty sure you were mouthing off to me about the fucking food which you failed at properly preparing.” He reminded me.
“That’s cause I don’t know how to cook and I told you that beforehand, you shouldn’t have acted surprised by the supposed disaster I caused in here.” I mumbled out, loud enough for him to hear me, while fully knowing that I was going to regret it.
“Oh, yeah?” He asked on a low chuckle and I knew I was fucked.
But, knowing I had put myself In a lot of trouble already, I figured out that it’s better to finish off what I’ve started.
“Yeah. You know I was treated like a princess back at home. I loved a baby girl life, I didn’t have to ever prepare meals for entitled people.” I continued, my voice wavering at the end of the sentence.
Once I was done, Lorenzo regarded me for a few seconds before letting out another chuckle, and if I wasn’t currently feel like my life was on the line, I might have found that sound really endearing.
“I think you’re missing something here, Mia.” He began to speak after a few moments.
“You’re not a princess here. No one’s gonna treat you like one. I should call you my slave but sadly, you’re not worth that title, do you know that?” He continued and I bit on my bottom lip, not knowing what to say to that.
“You belong to me and you’d do whatever I want you to, i don’t care if you were once treated like a fucking Queen, that’s the reason why you’re a spoilt little thing.”
Without thinking, I voiced out. “I’m not spoilt.”
Because, I really wasn’t a spoiled person. Maeve was the spoiled person between us and not the other way round.
“There you go, proving that you’re indeed a spoilt little thing.” He continued, voice low and the grip on my jaw tightened the more he kept looking at me.
“Spoilt little things like you need to be treated like they deserve. Needs to be shown their places once in a while so they don’t randomly start expecting to be treated like a princess.” He continued and I slowly swallowed emptily, feeling the dreaded feeling crawl up my spine some more.
I made to speak but he leg go of my jaw and held my cheeks with his fingers, forcing my mouth open and preventing me from speaking.
I let out incoherent noises but wouldn’t dare to touch him in order to get him to let go of me.
With my heart in my throat, I realized what he wanted to do a moment later, just as the burnt omelet touched my parted lips.
“Since you ruined what’s supposed to be breakfast, you should be the one to eat it,” He murmured as he forced the burnt food into my mouth.
I bucked against him but in the next moment, his body was pinning mine firmly against the counter. My hands found his arms but were no match for the strength in his arms.
As he slid the burnt food into my mouth, I felt so many things at once.
Humiliation, anger, disgust.
He slide some toast into my mouth as well and I gagged at the vile taste of the food in my mouth. I tried to spit it out to no avail, and the fact that Lorenzo kept staring at me quietly as he repeatedly added more burnt food into my mouth until my mouth was filled up with the burnt food, made me feel more humiliated.
My entire body felt hot and I didn’t understand what was happening. I am undoubtedly extremely annoyed, but it also felt like I liked what’s happening to me right now, which is as absurd as the thought and the emotion itself.
His hold on my cheeks tightened and it hurt, my cheeks was hurting really bad and I wanted to break down and cry my eyes out, but the feeling of his thumb and middle finger digging into the cheeks of my skin along with the feeling of his hard, large body holding me against the counter and preventing me from moving an inch, was making it hard for me to think.
My head was spinning and my entire body felt hot. I was panting hard and my chest was heaving. My eyes were also starting to water right before he finally released his hold on my cheeks, taking a large step away from me at once.
I instantly retched into the sick, feeling extremely humiliated but also feeling lost and confused because I didn’t understand what had actually happened moments ago.
“That’s only a tip of the iceberg. I could have made you swallow all that if I wanted to, but I decided not to. I want you to always remember that each time you think that running your mouth off to me is a good idea.” He said, voice low but still having the desired effect on me, because a shiver from fear and something wise which I couldn’t currently identify, ran down my entire body in waves.