She was the first thing I saw when I walked into the café.
Long brown hair spilling down her back in waves… a simple white dress…
Soulful brown eyes in the most innocent of faces.
I had been in prison four years, and only out for the last seven days.
Since my return, my brothers had tried to set me up with any number of high-priced escorts –
But I had resisted.
I told them it was too dangerous. That our enemies would try to get at me through a woman.
It was all a convenient excuse.
I didn’t actually know why I had waited –
But now I knew.
I drank her in, taking in every inch of her.
Her breasts were on the small side, but shapely and firm beneath her modest dress.
Though her waist was tiny, she wasn’t exactly thin – she had some meat on her, which is how I like them. I want my woman to be a woman when she’s naked in my bed, not a stick figure.
Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and take her –
But it was her innocence that entranced me…
Those eyes that revealed everything she was thinking and feeling.
As soon as I saw her, I knew I had to have her.
She was scared of me – that much was plain.
But she was also surprisingly brave, willing to speak her mind.
Like when she protested, “I am no one’s possession.”
I liked that.
I liked it a great deal.
If she had been a shrinking little church mouse, I would have lost interest.
But she was like a spirited horse, begging to be broken.
There was only one moment I lost control, and then only slightly…
When she angrily said, “I am not a whore to be bargained over.”
Her anger covered up her fear, which I could feel beneath her bravado…
But I could read her yearning even more clearly.
It radiated off her like heat –
And my own cravings responded in kind.
I walked over to her, grabbed her hair, and forced her head back to look at me.
I saw the terror in her eyes –
But also desire.
Desire to be taken.
A good little Catholic girl who would never lift a finger to sin…
But who wouldn’t mind if a bad man did the sinning for her.
I leaned down to whisper in her ear so the others would not hear.
Just a little something for her and no one else – between the two of us.
A taste of what was to come.
Her hair smelled faintly like roses, and I wanted her all the more.
“You will be my whore,” I whispered. “But only for me… and no one else.”
Then I let her go.
Her look of shock – and desire – was priceless.
Part of me wanted to ravage her right there – to lay her back on a table and fuck her like an animal.
After four years in prison and never touching a woman…
To suddenly encounter the most alluring beauty I had ever seen in my life –
It was difficult, but I controlled myself.
Right now, her father was of strategic importance to the family.
And family came first.
I needed her father to reveal what was going on. I needed him to tell me why my enemy had been in his café that night.
That was why I made the promise not to take her virginity.
To gain both his trust… and hers.
Of course, I threw in the line about ‘until she begs me’ because it amused me…
But also because it let the old man know that his daughter was in danger if he didn’t cooperate.
And because I wanted her to know exactly what was going to happen between the two of us.
I remembered an old line from a movie. A general spoke of conquering ancient Rome by gaining the people’s love, not by threatening them with his army.
I shall NOT violate Rome at the moment of possessing her.
That was how I felt about this girl.
I could have easily taken her… physically overpowered her…
But I didn’t want her body alone.
I wanted her soul.
I wanted her to moan – not from fear and pain, but desire.
I wanted to break her…
To feel her innocence turn to lust as I made her come, over and over.
I knew my brothers would disapprove. Niccolo in particular would rant and rave about how I was letting my cock do my thinking.
But the truth was, she was valuable as a bargaining piece.
I could have easily made the old man reveal all his secrets by having Adriano or Massimo torture his daughter in front of him…
But I would have sooner destroyed the Mona Lisa.
So I decided to steal the Mona Lisa and take her with me instead.
