THE MAFIA KING'S LITTLE PET

Chapter 2

But Diego didn’t answer her. He dragged her back into the bedroom, where Bianca sat wide-eyed on the bed, clutching the sheets to her chest. Her face was pale, terror etched across her features as she watched Diego roughly pull Esmeralda toward the center of the room.

“Sit,” he commanded, shoving Esmeralda down into a chair by the dresser.

“Diego, stop! What are you doing?” Esmeralda struggled to rise, but before she could stand, Diego grabbed her wrists and began tying them to the arms of the chair with the clothes strewn across the floor. Her heart raced in her chest, panic clawing at her as she fought against him. “Let me go! Diego!”

Ignoring her protests, Diego barked over his shoulder, “Bianca! Get over here. Now.”

The secretary hesitated, her eyes darting between Diego and Esmeralda, clearly torn between her fear of Diego and the horror of the situation unfolding before her.

“Now!” Diego shouted, his voice booming with authority, sending a fresh wave of terror through Bianca.

Bianca swallowed hard and slowly slid off the bed, still clutching the sheets to her chest. She approached with hesitant steps, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “What... what do you want me to do?”

“Help me tie her,” Diego snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Esmeralda thrashed against her bindings, her breath coming in ragged gasps as panic surged through her veins. “No, Diego! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re insane! Let me go!”

But Diego didn’t respond. He moved with cold efficiency, securing her to the chair as Bianca, hands trembling, helped tie ropes and strips of fabric around Esmeralda’s arms and legs.

“You can’t do this,” Esmeralda choked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you going to do? Let me go.”

Diego straightened, his expression unreadable as he loomed over her. “You’re going to watch,” he said darkly. “Since you couldn’t show me the respect of waiting until I was finished, now you’ll sit here and watch while I finish.”

Esmeralda’s heart stopped. For a moment, she thought she must have misheard him, but the icy look in his eyes told her otherwise. Beside her, Bianca’s face drained of all color, her wide eyes mirroring Esmeralda’s shock.

“No,” Esmeralda breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, you can’t—”

Diego ignored her protests, turning his back to her as he faced Bianca. “Get back in the bed,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

Bianca didn’t move, her hands clutching the sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Diego, I—”

“Now, Bianca,” he barked, his patience thinning. “Do what I say.”

Tears brimmed in Bianca’s eyes as she glanced back at Esmeralda, her expression one of apology mixed with fear. Slowly, she backed away, edging toward the bed.

Esmeralda thrashed harder, her wrists burning against the rough fabric. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare do this, Diego! You’re disgusting! Let me go!”

Diego turned to her, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “This is what happens when you forget your place, Esme.”

As Bianca hesitated at the edge of the bed, Diego’s sharp eyes locked onto her, she moved slowly, the sheet slipping from her body as she crawled back under the covers, fear radiating from her every movement.

Esmeralda felt as though the room was spinning, her mind unable to comprehend the depravity of what was about to happen. How had her life come to this? The man she loved turned into a monster right before her eyes, and now she was powerless to stop him from whatever madness he was about to display right in front of her eyes.

Diego stood in the center of the room, his gaze darting between Esmeralda, tied helplessly to the chair, and Bianca, who trembled at the edge of the bed. His brow furrowed as he noticed the nervous look on Bianca's face. He took a step toward her, his irritation palpable.

"Stop pretending, Bianca," he growled. "Like you aren't enjoying this. Didn’t you say you liked to be watched?"

Bianca’s wide eyes flitted to Esmeralda, and she shook her head, her voice a faint whisper, "Yes, but not by your wife... not like this." Her hands gripped the sheet tighter, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the chaos unfolding.

Diego let out a sharp, humorless laugh, his patience fraying. "Oh, give me a break," he said, taking another step toward her. "This is happening, Bianca. Whether you like it or not. Stop pretending like it’s not turning you on."

Bianca recoiled slightly, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Diego, this doesn’t feel right."

His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped an octave, laced with menace. "Shut up and come suck my d**k off."

From the chair, Esmeralda’s fury boiled over. "You’re a f*****g bastard, Diego! You’ll pay for this—I promise you."

Diego ignored her, keeping his eyes locked on Bianca, who remained frozen in place. "Did you hear me?" His tone turned icy. "Come here."

Bianca hesitated for a fraction of a second too long, and Diego’s expression darkened. "Now, Bianca!" His voice boomed through the room, making her jump.

Slowly, reluctantly, Bianca rose from the bed, her legs unsteady as she approached him. Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts as she tried to suppress the panic welling up inside her. She knew what Diego was capable of, and she knew better than to resist for long.

As Bianca neared him, Diego reached out and grabbed her roughly by the wrist, yanking her closer. His other hand trailed down her arm with a chilling possessiveness. "Don’t test my patience," he warned. "You know what happens when you get on my nerves."

Bianca nodded, biting her lip to stifle the sob threatening to escape her throat. She hated herself for the fear that dictated her every move in Diego's presence, for the way her body obeyed even when her mind screamed at her to run.

Esmeralda’s voice cut through the tension, seething with venom. "You are a dead man, Diego, I promise you, you and this f*****g bitch."

Diego turned his head slightly, a sinister smirk curling his lips. "Oh, Esme... promises, promises." He laughed a cold, hollow sound, and released Bianca's arm. He reached for his brief and pulled it down revealing his hard c**k.

"Come on," he said, softer now, but no less dangerous. "Let’s not keep our audience waiting. Do a good job and suck me off."