THE MAFIA KING'S LITTLE PET

Chapter 3

Esmeralda sat in the chair, wrists bound and heart pounding with an intensity that echoed through her body. Her father's words rang clearly in her mind as if they had been spoken only moments ago.

"If you marry that man, Esme, you are no longer my daughter."

She had dismissed his warnings, turned her back on her family, and shut out her mother's desperate pleas to reconsider. She had chosen Diego, convinced that she was walking into a love story, a life of normalcy far away from the Mafia. But now, here she was, trapped in a different kind of prison, reduced to a powerless wife, forced to witness Diego's depravity unfold before her very eyes.

Her teeth clenched as she glared at the scene unfolding in front of her. The sight of Bianca, nervously placing her hand on Diego's c**k, made bile rise in Esmeralda's throat. Bianca's hands trembled as she hesitantly ran her fingers along his length before slowly taking him into her mouth. It wasn't long before Diego's hand roughly grabbed the back of her head, shoving her down further onto him, controlling her movements with a force that made Esmeralda want to scream.

"f**k yeah, that's it," Diego groaned, his grip tightening as he guided Bianca's head back and forth, thrusting himself deeper into her throat without a care for her comfort or reluctance.

Esmeralda squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sickening sight, but the sound of Diego's grunts and the wet, choking noises coming from Bianca made it impossible. Her mind raced with memories of the countless warnings she had ignored. Her family had seen through Diego's charm long before she had, her father calling him a manipulative, selfish bastard who would ruin her life. But Esmeralda had refused to listen. She had been blinded by love, by the idea that she could have something different, something better.

Now, she felt nothing but disgust. Disgust at Diego, at the vile act unfolding in front of her, and at herself for ever believing in him. She had given up everything for him, her family, her pride, her life, and this was her reward. Watching the man she thought she loved to degrade both her and his secretary without a shred of guilt or hesitation.

Diego, fully absorbed in his twisted pleasure, seemed oblivious to Esmeralda's presence. He groaned louder, his hand shoving Bianca's head harder as he used her like an object. Bianca, her eyes closed tightly, submitted to his dominance, her fear evident in every hesitant movement.

Esmeralda's wrists burned as she tugged at the restraints, her fury building with each passing second. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't give Diego the satisfaction of seeing her break. She was stronger than this, stronger than the situation he had forced upon her.

Her father's voice echoed in her mind once more, reminding her of the strength she had always possessed. She might have turned her back on her family, but that didn't mean she had forgotten the lessons of power and survival. Her father had taught her well, and though she had tried to escape that world, the instincts of a Mafia princess still pulsed within her.

She wouldn't let Diego win. He thought he had broken her, that he could strip away her dignity and leave her in the rubble of her own decisions. But Esmeralda was not finished. She still had fight left in her, and she would make Diego pay for this betrayal, one way or another.

Diego's sharp, cruel voice broke through her thoughts, dragging her back to the present. "You see this, Esme? This is what happens when you forget your place," he taunted, his dark eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Esmeralda's hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. My place? Is that what you think? That you can reduce me to nothing? She burned with the desire to lash out, to wipe that smug look off his face and remind him who she truly was beneath the obedient wife he thought he had molded.

Bianca continued her reluctant submission, her eyes shimmering with tears of humiliation, but she didn't dare resist. She knew what Diego was capable of when his patience wore thin. Esmeralda knew it too, which was why she remained silent.

Diego groaned deeper, he could feel his release close by, He removed his length immediately from Bianca's mouth, turned her around with her ass facing him, and with one deep thrust, shoved his length deep into her p***y. Bianca's body jerked forward nearly falling back on the bed but Diego grabbed her immediately by the waist and pulled her body closer to him.

"Stay f*****g put b***h," he snapped at Bianca. He placed his other hand on her breast, squeezing tightly as he began to f**k her from behind, his thrust deep and harsh without care as Bianca struggles to adjust her body to the pain and pleasure she was feeling between her legs.

Bianca slowly arched her back into it, even though she found it awkward that his wife was sited across the room watching them closely as they f****d, she couldn't deny the fact that it turned her on in a way, especially how rough Diego was being with her right now. She bit her lips feeling her release close by, she turned her head to the side, her eyes meeting Esmeralda who was seething in her seat, her eyes red from tears and consumed with anger.

"Bounce it back, come on, f**k me," Diego's voice pulled her back from staring at Esmeralda, she leaned back into Diego and began to bounce back on his as fast as she could, she felt Diego's hand on her waist helping her. "That's it, you are so f*****g sweet, f**k," Diego groaned.

He smacked Bianca on the ass, pulled her closer, and stopped on the spot, He felt his release hitting, and he pulled his c**k out of her immediately and released on her back, biting his bottom lips. "That was so good," he commended her and smacked her ass roughly. He laughed out, satisfaction etched across his face, "Go clean up," he said, panting.

"Now as for you, my beloved wife," Diego said, turning to face Esmeralda. He closed the distance between them and squatted in front of her, "I have an important meeting to attend with my secretary, I will be back soon so do well to be the good wife that you have always been."

Esmeralda spat on his face as he finished speaking, she felt disgusted by the sight of him. Diego chuckled and cleaned the spit off his cheek, "Is that all you have got, dear wife?" he asked, rising to his feet, He grabbed Esmeralda by the hair yanking her head backward, and kissed her on the lips.