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Talia's POV:

Last week was eventful.

Or that was one way to describe it.

After Matteo and I's... activities, he drove me back to the main house and I haven't seen him all week. 

Actually, I haven't seen anyone, well apart from Angelo, who was keeping me company. 

Damn, did I scare him off? 

"It's cause you left him with blue balls." My conscience chirped in.

Over the past few days, I've been pretty bored, Angelo was keeping me company but then he disappeared as well.

So, I'm officially by myself. 

Walking into the dining room, I paused when I saw a beautiful woman with Asian features munching on an apple and scrolling on her phone. 

Averting her eyes from her phone, she glanced up at me and smiled. 

"Hey, I'm Kaycee, you're new!" She introduced herself.

Sheepishly I responded, "Yeah, that's cause Matteo kidnapped me. My name is Talia."

Her eyes widened and then she burst out laughing,

"Yeah, that sounds like something Matteo would do."

Sitting down from across her, I served myself a plate, before we started talking about literally everything. She told me she worked for Matteo and was one of his top assassins.

She explained that the reason the house had been so empty, is that Albert's funeral is tomorrow, and so everyone has been running in between the main house and the manor. 

The only reason she was back was because of this funeral, and that she had been hunting some guy who had connections to Albert's death, by the name of Nathan. She said everyone would be back by dinner. 

Our conversation was interrupted by the vibration of her phone. She picked it up and started conversing in Italian, with the person on the other end of the phone.

Glancing at me I lifted my eyebrow when she started smirking. 

"That was Matteo. He said I should help you order some clothes, just tell me your size and I'll arrange everything." She gleamed then me, obviously excited.

"What is going on with you and Matteo anyways?" She questioned while eyeing me up. 

"I don't know what you're talking about..." I murmured back.

Oh, great I could feel my cheeks flushing.

Why must my body betray me like this?

"Bitch, please, you aren't the first person to be kidnapped, as you can imagine, but he normally sends those girls to the main house and keeps them there, then offers them a job when they can be trusted." She explained. 

Oh? I feel special. 

"Wait, he offers them jobs?" I asked.

"Yeah, why? You want to work?" She responded.

"Please! I'm so bored, I can't deal with it anymore, I was a nurse before all of this happened and now all I do is sleep, which don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it at the start, but now I feel like I'm going insane," I whined. 

"Why don't you just ask Matteo if he'll move you or not?" She inquired.

Ugh, cause he's an asshole that's why.

"He won't move me, I just know it," I muttered.

"You could always convince him..." Which led to me glaring at her continuing she spoke "...What? It's not like you guys haven't done anything, and don't even try lying to me," she smirked. 

"Who are we convincing?" Another voice chimed in.

Turning my head towards the voice, I was actually glad to see Angelo leaning on the doorframe, taking a seat next to me he continued. "Are we talking about Matteo? Oooh isn't this interesting?" 

"I am not seducing him, if that's what you're getting at," I deadpanned.

"Why? You guys are clearly attracted to each other, and I mean very attracted to each other, I'm pretty sure the whole street could hear you last week." He added while elbowing me. 

OH MY GOSH, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. 

I mean he's telling the truth, I am attracted to him. Do I have Stockholm syndrome?

I can't believe I'm that bitch in the movies. 

Well, let's say I did go along with the plan to seduce him, maybe I could convince him to allow me to talk to my sister, just so I know she's okay back in Texas.

Even if Matteo has literally dropped off the face of the planet. 

I was pulled out of my train of thoughts when I heard: "Oh my gosh, are you seriously planning this out in your head? This is amazing! Girl, look if you wanna fuck, then fuck!"

"Absolutely not, I am not fucking him," I was adamant.

"What about me?" Angelo teased.

Rolling my eyes, I responded, "Not even you Angelo." 

"You wound me..." He pouted. 

"Look, I don't understand why you're putting so much thought into this, you're attracted to him, he's attracted to you. Might as well get something out of it." Kaycee added while shrugging. 

"Let's say I go along with this, Matteo is literally nowhere to be found I mean I haven't seen him in almost a week," I said.

"He'll be back today remember, the funeral is taking place in this manor, it's some weird family tradition but three Russo's have been buried in that garden" She spoke.

"I guess I'll think about it, it depends what mood I'm in," I smirked.

"I cannot believe you just said that," Angelo responded wide-eyed.

"What? Do you honestly think girls don't get horny as well, why is that such a taboo?" I asked.

"Oh I'm not complaining, send all the horny girls my way," he laughed. 

"Okay, well I'll see you guys at dinner,"  I said laughing while getting up.

*Ten Hours Later*

It was currently 5 pm and dinner starts at 8 pm, which means I have three hours into making Matteo, my bitch. 

He thinks he has all the power, but we'll see about that. 

Since everyone was going to be back from wherever the hell they all left to, Kaycee dropped off a dress for me and told me to wear it to dinner, since everyone was going to be looking presentable.

Not to brag or anything but I looked hella good, the red dress hugged my curves in all the right places, it looked extremely good with my caramel skin and I straightened my curly hair out, so my hair was reaching my lower back.

Damn, I clean up so nice.

I also may, or may not have, found out from Angelo that Matteo was back and was currently in his office. 

Walking to his office, I stopped in front of a door that had a gold plate stating: 'Matteo'.  After mentally giving myself a pep talk, I knocked ever so lightly on the door, straight away I heard his rough voice ordering me to come in. 

Glancing up from his desk, he took a long look at me, starting at the top of my head all the way to my legs.

Yes.

Leaning back into his chair he started, "Talia, how can I help?"

He could help with many things, but I'll get to that later. 

"Oh nothing, I just came to see you since you have actively been avoiding me ever since last week," I responded.

I knew that wasn't true, but I needed to start a conversation. 

With a sigh, he said, "I haven't been avoiding you, I've been busy. My father's funeral is tomorrow and there's just a lot of things I need to plan. I also hope you know that you are coming to the funeral tomorrow. Last time I left you alone, you hatched a whole escape plan." 

Walking towards him, I hoisted myself up on the desk and pouted mockingly, "You don't trust me?" 

Standing up from his chair, he stalked closer to me and ran his hands through my hair, tugging so that my face was lifted up and he murmured; "Qual è il tuo movente?"

"English please?" I asked.

Rolling his eyes, he replied, "I said, what's your motive?"

Feigning innocence, I whispered, "Why do I have to have a motive?" 

I ran my arms up his shoulders and back down again before I looked at those emeralds he called eyes and then at his plump lips.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I moved closer to him.

But his arm shot out and grabbed my neck, squeezing the sides roughly, he gave me one more look before he kissed me.

It was a bruising kiss, he controlled my mouth completely. 

I inched my hand close to his crotch and rubbed slowly on the obvious bulge. 

I pulled away when I felt his other arm creeping up my dress. 

Not today sir, I'm in charge. 

Standing up, I placed my hands on his shoulders and walked him back up to his chair until he was sitting in it again. Falling to my knees, I kept eye contact with him while I removed his belt, then tugged his trousers and boxers down at once. 

He was at least 7-8 inches long.

I didn't expect anything less.

Grabbing ahold of his inflamed member, I looked him in the eye when I swept my tongue over his tip. Repeating this action a few more times, I wrapped my tongue around his length and licked up and down, before completely sucking on the head of his dick. 

When he let out a breathy "Shit!" It only encouraged me to take him further.

I deep-throated him a few times, before taking as much of his length as I could. I started a rhythm of bobbing my head up, then down again. Matteo sucked in a breath, before wrapping my hair around his hand and pushing me further down. 

He was rough; he'd push my head back down until I was struggling to breathe and gagged me until I was a mess. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he let out.

Tilting my head back, I watched him through my eyelashes, his neck was strained and it was clear he was about to lose control. 

Aggressively, he pulled himself out of my mouth, before shoving his whole length back inside of my throat, my eyes were starting to water and my nostrils were flaring from the lack of oxygen.

With one final thrust into my mouth, he shot his whole seed into my mouth. 

Grabbing my jaw, he squeezed sharply and commanded: "Swallow."

Looking him in the eyes, I swallowed as he asked, and used my thumb to swipe the side of my lip before sucking on it. 

While he tucked himself back into his pants, I stood up and said, "Actually, I changed my mind. I do want something."