A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Billionaire

Chapter One

Rihanna’s POV

My face twisted in misery as I yet again downed another glass of the strong alcohol I’d requested from the bartender. My throat burned in ways that made me believe that no one truly enjoyed drinking alcohol and those who claimed to are only pretending.

Or rather they were only addicted to the effects it had. A perfect escape from reality. An easy route to temporarily forget your problems and yet, I couldn’t feel much of the effect, just burning out my throat and ugly grimaces. Because tell me why I’m here at the club and refusing to socialize and dance with the men that came my way.

"That jerk doesn't deserve your loyalty!" Diana, my best friend said as she left the dance floor for the bar. “Stop thinking about him.”

“I’m not!” I lied. I lied because it was the only thing I could do. I couldn’t stop thinking about the bastard even after she hurt me. I couldn’t stop comparing his looks to those of the men who’d approached me.

“Then stop wallowing in self-pity here and get a man to f**k you.” My noses twisted in disgust at her words. Unlike me, Diana was very vulgar. “We came here to get you laid not turn you into a pathetic drunkard.”

Yes, we’d gone there to give Dave a taste of his own medicine. But what Diana didn’t know was that I couldn’t bring myself to get involved with another man sober and hence the reason why I was still downing the intolerable liquid.

I was going to drink until I was brave enough to accept the next guy’s advances. Until all men stopped looking like giant trolls to me but till then, I’ll keep drinking.

“Give me another.” I said to the bartender, sliding my glass to him.

“Hi damsel, you want a dance and later we could take our dance from the dance floor to the bedroom.” A guy lamely said to Diana and she laughed. I couldn’t understand how anyone would find that funny but I kept my thoughts to myself.

“Yeah just go.” I waved at her just before she could louder her head and tell me she was leaving with the lame guy.

“Make sure you find yourself a hunk here.” She winked before leaving me by myself again.

I picked up the glass sitting in front of me and chucked it down in one go. I shuddered as the liquor hit the back of my throat, I could never get used to the bitterness and the burn.

“I think you should take it easy Miss. These drinks are to be sipped on.” The bartender warned.

“Why don’t you just mind your business and do your job? I drink my drink however I want.” I slurred slowly. “I could decide to drink the whole bottle if I want. I’m not a kid.”

I hated the bartender, I hated him because of his eyes. His blue eyes looked exactly like Dave’s. My chest twisted violently as my thoughts drifted to what had happened earlier again. I clutched my chest like I was squeezing the pain tightly to make it stop, but it didn’t. I shook my head to get rid of all thoughts of him but I couldn’t because he’s his twin was right in front of me.

“This is all your fault!” I slurred. “Make it stop hurting.” I pointed to my chest. “Do something to fix it dammit!” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest. “Fix me or I’ll carve your eyes out.”

He yanked his hand from my hold and stepped backward, his eyes dimming with something akin to fear. My brows furrowed as I looked behind me to see what he was staring at but no one was there.

“I need to have s*x tonight.” I said to the bartender even though it wasn’t his business. Diana was nowhere near and I wanted to talk to someone even if it was someone with the same eyes as Dave. “But I can’t find a beautiful man. You’re a man but I hate you.” I slurred, finally pulling myself to my feet. “I’ll go find me a man, I’ll be back.”

As I trudged through the crowd, I kept looking for my first target, one with eyes that were not blue and when I found him, I moved to approach him but a strong hand yanked me back.

“Let me—” I started to struggle against him but when I looked into his eyes and saw their color, I stopped. He started dragging me away from the crowd and I yelled “I know you’re in a hurry to get into my pants but can you be gentle about it?”

A loud gasp immediately escaped my lips when he slammed me against the wall of a dark alleyway. There was no one but us there and yet I didn’t feel scared to be alone with him. His scent was intoxicating and could tell even in that state that he was rich. My hands reached up to feel his biceps and I was in awe at how ripped he was, Dave’s arms were like twigs next to his.

He was looking down at me with those emerald orbs but he wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he touching me?

I waited when I couldn’t bear it anymore I shamelessly asked. “Are you going to f**k me now?” Diana would be proud if she heard me.

He didn’t move, he didn’t touch me. I pointed at his face and said, “I’m not here to talk. Sorry, but find another girl…I’ll go find someone else to f**k me till I forget about that jerk. Byeee.”

I started to leave but he pulled me back and slammed my back against the wall again.

“Oww that hur—” He suddenly kissed my throat and I shuddered, forgetting what I wanted to say. My knees grew weak as his lips trailed up my neck to my jaw. But he wasn’t kissing me where I wanted and so with a boldness of unknown origin, I grabbed him by his collar and slammed my lips against his.

He grunted and kissed me like a depraved animal, I tried to keep up, with every stroke of his tongue, bite on my lips, suck on my tongue, but I couldn’t. I grinded against him until I felt something hard against my stomach. Reluctantly, I pulled away and looked down between us.

“Is that…a gun?” I swallowed as I moved to touch it. He didn’t let me.

“It’s my dick.” He replied, lifting my chin and slamming his lips back on mine again. He f****d my mouth like he owned it and I wasn’t complaining. I couldn’t keep up with his kisses because thoughts of how he’d fit into me consumed my mind. He was going to hurt me, he would tear me apart.

I pushed him back, wrenching my lips from his mouth, and then shook my head vigorously at him, an act that made me dizzy. “I can’t. I can’t let you destroy me with that. You’ll tear me apart and—” His lips descended on mine again, his fingers finding their way under my dress. And just like that, I forgot what I was talking about.

Every flick of his tongue, every rough hold around my neck turned me on. It was the alcohol because I’d never let anyone manhandle me when sober not to talk of a stranger.

The door suddenly closed behind us and I wondered when we got to the room. The room, was dark the way I’d almost thought I would hate. I felt hot all over, yearning for more.

“Lights?” He pulled away to say and I whimpered in disappointment. I shook my head, answering his question. I’d much rather not know who he was. The whole mysteriousness was more enthralling.

His throat wrapped around my neck in a chokehold and I instantly turned putty in his hands.

He forcefully widened my mouth, plunging his tongue in, dominating the kiss. His scent, his taste, everything about him was intoxicating as his tongue continued to stroke and massage mine.

Good God, I never want this to end.

The sound of my dress ripping apart had me gasping in pure shock. He tore it off easily like the fabric was nothing but paper. His mouth latched on to one n****e before I could properly think and soon my underwear met the same fate as my dress.

“Those were expensive!” I exclaimed. It was the underwear I was supposed to wear on my wedding night.

“I’ll get you another.” He murmured before biting down on my n****e roughly. A strangled moan escaped my lips. I slapped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment, he yanked it away almost immediately.

“I want to hear you scream.” He hummed against my left ear and my back arched, pressing my chest into him, and then his bulge pressed against my thighs.

Summoning unexpected boldness, I reached down to grasp it through his jeans. A strangled groan escaped his lips, sending a rush of heat throughout my body.

Slowly, I began to stroke him through his clothes and I could feel him growing bigger by the second.

Unsatisfied with just touching him through his clothes, I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled on the band of his briefs, and then put my hand inside. He hissed when my hand made contact with his erection.

Fuck!

I stroke down his length and he let out a throaty growl that sounded like it came from an animal deep in the woods.

My body trembled and I was growing impatient by the second. I wanted him inside me. Deep inside.

Suddenly, I was in the air. He had lifted me and I was quick to wrap my legs around his waist. He placed me on the bed and hovered above me, his mouth replaced my n****e with my lips.

I was in pure bliss.

A hand reached down between my thighs and I hissed when his finger parted my slick folds.

"f**k! You're so wet and tight." He said and then plunged a finger into me. I gasped into his mouth.

“Think you can take a third finger?” He asked as he kept thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

I began shaking my head. Even the two he put in me was too much. "No. No, I can’t…”

“Unfortunately you will. I’m prepping your p***y for taking my cock.” And without a warning, he plunged his third finger into me, despite my protest. My stomach clenched with a familiar sensation, yet it was more powerful than anything I’d ever felt. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave and he kept thrusting, mercilessly that I thought I’d pass out for a moment, until he pulled his fingers out.

He spanked my ass hard and rolled a condom on. I’d opened my mouth to tell him I was a virgin, but I wasn’t fast enough, as his d**k slammed into me in one deep thrust.

I screamed, my eyes wet with tears.

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I woke up the next morning with an ache between my legs, accompanied by a resounding headache that attacked my head.

Memories of last night attacked me in full force and I turned so fast I almost snapped my neck in halves.

The sight of the man laying peacefully asleep caused me to topple off the bed and land on my butt. I winced at the pain that came from between my legs and landing on my ass and then slowly managed to get up.

My heart raced and I pinched my arms but no, I wasn’t dreaming. I’d really given a stranger my virginity. A stranger whose name I didn’t even know. I was disappointed in myself.

Even though only half of his face was in view, I could tell he was beautiful. I shook my head, deciding not to dwell on what had happened and leave before he woke up, but then the sight of my ripped clothes and underwear greeted me on the floor.

Without wasting any time, I hurriedly picked up his clothes from the floor, got dressed, and limped out.

What in the world have I done?

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***ABOUT A MONTH LATER***

Tears streamed down my face as I packed only the essentials into the bag, my hands trembling. "I'm so sorry, Diana. It's all my fault," I sobbed, my voice choked with guilt.

Diana shook her head, her cheeks stained with tears. "No, it's not your fault. I brought you into this," she quivered, her voice filled with anguish. "I'm the one responsible for all of this. And now, because of me..." Her words caught in her throat as she struggled to speak through her sobs. "Because of me, you have to leave the country."

I couldn't hold back the flood of emotions overwhelming me. Despite Diana's attempt to console me, I couldn't help but blame myself for not heeding her warning. She had warned me about his dangerous nature and told me to stay away. But I couldn't let her suffer the injustice he had shown her. I thought I could hide safely behind my computer, never imagining they could track me down.

And now, there was a bounty on my head.

Because of the danger we could face, we had no choice but to leave the country, to find a place where we could escape the consequences of my actions. So we left New York and sought refuge in a small village on the outskirts of Mexico, where we hoped no one could find us.

But fate had a cruel twist in store for me. Just days after we settled in Mexico, I received devastating news. My heart shattered as I learned of the tragic death of my parents. It was because of my foolishness, my choices, that they were gone.

The weight of guilt and remorse pressed upon my chest, suffocating me. I couldn't bear the burden of what I had done. The pain was unbearable, and I longed for a way to turn back time, to undo the irreversible damage I had caused.