Chapter 4 - Do Not Touch Me

Meghan gasped as her sense of hearing picked up approaching voices.

The footsteps of a pair of loafers?  Has the boss the bodyguards referred to come?

Meghan's heart was beating fast.  Cold sweat drips from billions of pores.

What should he do now?  The girl tried to tug on his hands.  Oh no.  This bond is too tight.  His wrists turned red from this futile action.

The masculine scent of a man's perfume invaded her sense of smell.  Meghan's throat felt tight with fear.  The man was standing in front of him now.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you looking forward to playing with me?"  Michele raised the corners of her lips as she looked at the girl tied in the middle of the bed.

It seems that this time Madam Rose sent the wrong girl.  Even the girl was looking at him so boldly.

He hurried forward one step.  His hands were still in each pocket of his slick cloth trousers.

"You don't look experienced. Even though I've paid a lot of money. I want wild sex tonight," Michele hissed.  His face looked like a ferocious and cruel demon.

Meghan swallowed hard.  Wild sex?  Her body trembled with fear at the stranger's perverted words.

"Listen, Mr. Mafia! You've got the wrong guy! I'm not the woman you think! I entered the wrong bar and they brought me here! Let me go, I have to go home!"  said Meghan, trying to be calm even though she almost fainted with fear.

Michele smiled lightly at that.  "Not a bitch? That's what you mean?"

Meghan looked at the man in a black suit in front of her with fully rounded pupils.  Unlucky!  It seemed like the man didn't believe him.  Oh my God... How is this?  He started to worry.

"Hm, Mr. Mafia. I'm really not the woman you ordered. I'm just a second semester student who got lost here. Believe me, please let me go," Meghan whispered.  This time he put on a pitiful face.

Michele narrowed one eyebrow.  His eyes stripped Meghan from head to toe.

Looking at this girl, she's not bad, he thought.  Fuck is she a bitch or not.  The stimulants have already taken effect.

Meghan was very surprised to see Michele take off his black jacket, then his tie, vest and white shirt.

Instantly tight muscles emerged from the surface of the tanned skin.  The squares on Michele's stomach reminded Meghan of the torn bread she used to eat in the morning.

What does the man want to do?  Meghan's heart beat faster when Michele approached her topless.

Scriptures filled the man's broad chest.  Crazy!  Her body is very good.

"Why are you staring? Do you like looking at my body?"  Michele whispered into Meghan's face.  He locked the girl's gaze with a sharp gaze that was hypnotic.

Meghan swallowed again roughly.  "I-I told you that I'm not the woman you ordered. Please don't get close," she said nervously.

Michele showed a faint grin.  "Fuck you bitch or not, serve me now."

"What?!"

A shocked Meghan stared with her mouth slightly open.  He had made a fatal mistake.

Michele, who was already under the influence of drugs, didn't want any more rejection.  The man immediately grabbed Meghan's lips greedily with a hot kiss.

"Ummh! Ummh!"

Meghan tried to struggle by turning her head to the right and left.  However, it is not difficult for Mafia Prince Riciteli to handle a girl.

"You make me excited."  Michele caught both of Meghan's hands after untying them.  His eyes looked ferocious as the girl stared at him with gasping breaths.

"Sexy," he whispered, then grabbed Meghan's lips greedily again without mercy.

Meanwhile at the bar.  Carlo seemed busy playing games while sitting on a long sofa in the corner of the room.

Two bodyguards stood on each side, watching and guarding their boss's younger brother well.

Paolo smiled faintly as he landed his buttocks on the empty sofa next to Carlo. 

"Hey Boy, you're going to sleep in rehab if you keep busy with your smartphone!"  he said, patting one of the teenage boys' shoulders.

Without looking away from his cellphone screen, Carlo answered, "Who would dare take me to rehab? Michele would definitely shoot them in the head!"  he said indifferently.

Paolo burst out laughing at Carlo's chatter. "Oh yeah? What if your brother brought you there himself?!"  he hissed then.  A faint grin appeared on his lips as Carlo stared.

"Paolo, I saw a suspicious man in the hallway. Check him quickly!"

The sound startled them both.  Both Paolo and Carlo turned their eyes to Sergio who came over in a hurry.

"Who is that man? Is he so bored of life that he dares to come in here?!"  Paolo quickly got up.  He asked Sergio who was now standing in front of him.

"I don't know. Check it quickly!"  Sergio replied commandingly.

Paolo chuckled in embarrassment and then left.  Three bodyguards followed him.  Carlo, who was still sitting on the sofa, just shrugged his shoulders, not understanding.  The teenager was busy with his cellphone again.

"Young Master, it's getting late. I'll take you to your room," Sergio said to Carlo.

The 16 year old boy in a black suit looked annoyed.  "Huh, even though it's only eleven o'clock," he said as he got up from the sofa.

"This way please, Young Master." Sergio didn't care about Carlo's annoyed face at him.  The man opened one hand to invite Carlo to walk first.

The hallway looked quiet.  While walking in front of Sergio, Carlo was busy playing games on his cellphone screen.

Sometimes the teenager smiled to himself, sometimes he cursed in annoyance.  Sergio just followed with a cold face.

They almost reached Carlo's room.  But suddenly someone ambushed Sergio from behind.  The man didn't have time to scream because his mouth was gagged with a handkerchief.  A mysterious man drags him after Sergio passes out.

"Yess! I told you that there is no gamer better than this Italian man!"  Carlo squealed with joy because he won the game.

"Hey, where's that stiffie?"  He just realized that Sergio was not behind him.  Carlo just shrugged his shoulders without caring.  He immediately continued walking towards the room.

A man dressed all in black suddenly appeared from behind the wall.  His hand gripped the gun tightly in his grip.  His face couldn't be seen clearly because of the hat and cloth covering it.

"Hello, Boy!"

Carlo turned his head towards the voice.  He was surprised to see a mysterious man standing in front of him.

Just as she was about to scream, the man immediately ambushed her and covered her mouth with a handkerchief that had been treated with anesthetic.

After Carlo fainted, the man immediately dragged him away.

"Young Master Carlo is missing! Quickly look for him!"  Paolo ordered the bodyguards to look for Carlo after finding Sergio unconscious in the elevator.

"Boss is busy with his woman. He'll throw a tantrum if we come to disturb him!"  Sergio talks to Paolo after he wakes up.  They walked quickly towards the VVIP room where Michele was.

"It would be worse if we didn't tell him!"  said Paolo without looking at Sergio.

Sergio didn't reply again.  Unlucky!  Paolo thinks he knows better what Michele is like than he who has served the Riciteli family for a long time?

Sigh!  He should be Michele's accomplice, not Paolo who is careless and talks a lot, thought Sergio in annoyance.

In the room.  Michele is forcing Meghan to do what she wants.  The girl kept struggling and screaming, even though she hadn't taken off her trousers.  However, this rejection made Michele even more challenged and curious.

"Stop it! Arrgh! You bastard!"  Meghan could only scream because Michele grabbed both of her hands tightly.  Also the two legs were supported by the man's strong legs.

"Shut up, Bitch!"  Michele had climbed onto Meghan's body, who was still wearing her mini dress.

His breath was ragged with passionate passion.  He was busy giving naughty kisses from the crook of Meghan's neck to Meghan's chest.  The girl's body fragrance made him even crazier.

"Oh no!"  Meghan screamed in surprise when the man pressed against her important area which was still covered by clothes.

"Damn, I can't take it anymore!" Michele let go of Meghan's hand. Then she turned to the girl's two large breasts. Meghan groaned as he squeezed them rather roughly.

Meghan's eyes closed uncertainly.  She bit her lower lip as he kissed and sucked on the top of her breast.

His girlfriend has never done it before.  This was a foreign feeling to him, but the sensation was truly extraordinary.

Seeing that her co-star was already aroused, Michele started to do foreplay casually.  Meghan moaned as the kiss moved down to her waist.

"Boss, there's a problem! Please open the door!"

Michele, who was excited, was annoyed when she heard Paolo's voice from outside the door.

"Bastard! Are they tired of living?!"