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You walked through door number 7 and stepped strait onto a cobblestone road.
You looked around and saw bistros filled with chattering people and Vespa’s whizzing by, from what you could tell by the Italian flags everywhere, you were somewhere in Italy.
You stepped closer to a less crowded restaurant and walked inside to ask where you were when you were taken by the arm.
You turned around to see a heavy set Italian man handing you an apron and a pad for orders, unable to say anything but “W-What”
You were thrown into the empty restaurant toward a table filled with men in suits smoking like chimneys.
You stiffly walked over to the table, not sure what to do and quite frightened by your surroundings.
You got up to the table and all of the men looked up at you, your breath caught in your throat when a distinct pair of olive colored eyes met yours and lightning crackled between the gaze.
“U-Um, what would you like to o-order sirs?” you shakily asked as the man with the olive eyes and dark skin assessed your form rather intensely.
The men mumbled things like tortellini, wine and coffee but the man with the intense olive stare remained silent as you stood there waiting for his order.
One of the men leaned over to him and said “Boss, what do you want?” and a smirk graced his features making him seem devilish and predator like.
You started to grow worried and backed up, just an inch if any, and his eyes sharpened as if they were daggers.
“Bella, how about you come sit with me and have that vecchio serve us instead” his deep voice said, you’re heart quickened as you heard him talk, his voice was like silk but had a dangerous edge to it that made you want to run and stay at the same time.
You backed up again and he stood up slowly, your mind went into overdrive as your legs carried themselves away from obvious danger, you could hear him chuckling and telling the men not to wait up for him.
You made it out to the back alley when you were pressed into the brick wall by a muscular frame and squeaking in fright you tried to struggle free but to no avail, if he wanted to keep you there you could not stop him.
“Principessa I wanted to be civilized about courting you but what do you do? Run from me, not that I mind a feisty one” his voice murmured into your ear from behind.
“L-Let me go!” you squeaked as his hand squeezed your hip, “And why would I do that? Maybe if you offer me something I’ll take it into consideration” he growled into your ear again leaving a trail of shivers down your spine.
“By the way my name is Lovino Vargas, what is your name bella?” you flushed at his mere name, why did this dangerous man make you want him so much?
“My name is _______ _________” you whispered, with that you were flipped around to face Lovino.
“Ah ______, so beautiful” he purred as you took him all in; Dark skin, dark brown hair with a curl sticking out, and piercing olive green eyes.
You had been so busy observing you hadn’t realized he had lowered his face to your level and was leaning in.
“What are yo-“ you were cut off by his bruising lips as his hungry tongue plunged straight into your mouth and staked claim of it.
You were pushed into the wall hard as Lovino molded his body to yours as he explored your mouth furiously, you melted and fisted your hands into his hair and he grinded into you hard.
It seemed as though you two were about to go up into flames any minute but you resurfaced for air leaving the pants between you two to mingle.
“You are mine principessa, mine, I do not give a damn what you say” he growled as he proceeded to drag you to the car where he ravaged you once more.
You looked around and saw bistros filled with chattering people and Vespa’s whizzing by, from what you could tell by the Italian flags everywhere, you were somewhere in Italy.
You stepped closer to a less crowded restaurant and walked inside to ask where you were when you were taken by the arm.
You turned around to see a heavy set Italian man handing you an apron and a pad for orders, unable to say anything but “W-What”
You were thrown into the empty restaurant toward a table filled with men in suits smoking like chimneys.
You stiffly walked over to the table, not sure what to do and quite frightened by your surroundings.
You got up to the table and all of the men looked up at you, your breath caught in your throat when a distinct pair of olive colored eyes met yours and lightning crackled between the gaze.
“U-Um, what would you like to o-order sirs?” you shakily asked as the man with the olive eyes and dark skin assessed your form rather intensely.
The men mumbled things like tortellini, wine and coffee but the man with the intense olive stare remained silent as you stood there waiting for his order.
One of the men leaned over to him and said “Boss, what do you want?” and a smirk graced his features making him seem devilish and predator like.
You started to grow worried and backed up, just an inch if any, and his eyes sharpened as if they were daggers.
“Bella, how about you come sit with me and have that vecchio serve us instead” his deep voice said, you’re heart quickened as you heard him talk, his voice was like silk but had a dangerous edge to it that made you want to run and stay at the same time.
You backed up again and he stood up slowly, your mind went into overdrive as your legs carried themselves away from obvious danger, you could hear him chuckling and telling the men not to wait up for him.
You made it out to the back alley when you were pressed into the brick wall by a muscular frame and squeaking in fright you tried to struggle free but to no avail, if he wanted to keep you there you could not stop him.
“Principessa I wanted to be civilized about courting you but what do you do? Run from me, not that I mind a feisty one” his voice murmured into your ear from behind.
“L-Let me go!” you squeaked as his hand squeezed your hip, “And why would I do that? Maybe if you offer me something I’ll take it into consideration” he growled into your ear again leaving a trail of shivers down your spine.
“By the way my name is Lovino Vargas, what is your name bella?” you flushed at his mere name, why did this dangerous man make you want him so much?
“My name is _______ _________” you whispered, with that you were flipped around to face Lovino.
“Ah ______, so beautiful” he purred as you took him all in; Dark skin, dark brown hair with a curl sticking out, and piercing olive green eyes.
You had been so busy observing you hadn’t realized he had lowered his face to your level and was leaning in.
“What are yo-“ you were cut off by his bruising lips as his hungry tongue plunged straight into your mouth and staked claim of it.
You were pushed into the wall hard as Lovino molded his body to yours as he explored your mouth furiously, you melted and fisted your hands into his hair and he grinded into you hard.
It seemed as though you two were about to go up into flames any minute but you resurfaced for air leaving the pants between you two to mingle.
“You are mine principessa, mine, I do not give a damn what you say” he growled as he proceeded to drag you to the car where he ravaged you once more.
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yay getting violated by roma is always fun