The Don's Mute Bride

Riccardo Volsi, the youngest Don of Altamura, has an arm wrapped around my enemy, Sofia Greco, as they step over my dying body.

On the night before, he had a hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand gripping my thigh as he thrust into me repeatedly in throes of passion.

Yet, today he's the one who personally locks me into the workshop that will kill me.

I've begged him for mercy before. I even crawl over to him like a bitch on all fours just so I can tug at his pant leg and gesture to him to save me.

But Riccardo just looks at me as though I were a filthy mutt.

"Sofia is the principessa of the Greco family. The fact that she likes your designs is enough for you to kneel and beg her for the right to work for her."

They think I'm just a mute designer who's a nobody in this world. That's why they can trample all over me and humiliate me all they want without giving a damn about my life and death.

What they don't know is that I've gotten reborn. Not only can I make them kneel before me, but I can also destroy them once and for all.

Sweat trickled down Don Riccardo Volsi's chest, seeping deep into where our bodies joined.

I knelt on the bed as he held me tightly from behind.

His firm abs pressed against me, and his broad palm gripped the base of my thigh while his lower body slammed into my buttocks with fierce, rapid thrusts.

It was too fast. The overwhelming sensation of being penetrated made me long to hold him.

"Don't touch me." Riccardo tilted his head away from my outstretched hand.

Was it because my hands were too dry and chapped? Was that why he only allowed me to grasp the cold brass bedpost?

Annoyed by my distraction, he bit hard into my shoulder.

"Cover your mouth. Don't make a sound," he reminded me.

I nodded, feeling him move inside me.

A stifled groan rose in my throat again and again, cold sweat soaking the hair at my temples.

Noticing my discomfort, Riccardo leaned down to whisper in my ear, "What's wrong? I rarely come back, yet you're not doing your best to please me. Are you unhappy about something?"

After saying that, he pulled away as if losing interest. Then, he put on a ring engraved with the Volsi family crest and donned his suit.

From beginning to end, he never once looked back at me.

Just as Riccardo was about to leave, I finally snapped out of my daze and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

He immediately brushed my hand aside and warned, "Liliana, remember your place. You're just a bug who has no right to ask me to stay."

Then, as if something else occurred to him, he added in a low voice, "If you're feeling unsatisfied, I'll allow you to use something else on