Slave of a Lovely Death *On Hold*

Making Him Mine

I shoved Enzo unceremoniously against my bedroom wall, attaching my lips to

his and not giving him any choice in the matter. I kiss him roughly,

sloppily even, pressing my body to his. I used one hand to cup his cheek

while my other held him back. I'm irritated when he doesn't respond in any

way, so I decided to step it up a notch. When he still doesn't do anything

but try and flinch away from me, I pull back from the kiss and step back.

Enzo slides down the wall, looking at me as if I've grown another head.

Shock is clear on his face. I don't blame him.

I hold my chin high and keep my voice level and firm. "You are to serve me.

You will do exactly as I say without question, not matter how odd the task."

"Will you continue to pay me?"

"You will not address me in that manner or tone." I set my icy glare right

on him, but I had a light smile playing on my features. No need to be too

harsh with him and scare him. Not if I wanted to have fun with it, which I

was planning on.

Enzo swalloed nervously, barely meeting my eyes. "M'lady, I need money so I

can get my brother a doctor. He's fallen ill and I cannot afford to care

for him."

I lessened my glare and frowned a bit. "I will pay you if you follow my

wishes correctly."

"Please, Miss Donatello, I will do anything if I means my brother can be

cured," he begged.

"Isn't that something that your own parents should be paying for?"

He didn't answer me, which got on my nerves. He would learn how he was

supposed to act in time, I supposed. I would make sure that he would behave

in front of my father for sure though. He was already angry enough, seeing

a slave disobey would cause him to go into a fit.

I decided against punishing him for now though. I was much too weary to do

much more than relax for the remainder of the day. I decided to call Lucio

to draw me a bath, but then decided against it. I had better things in

mind.

"Go fetch Lucio for me," I ordered. "Immediately."

Enzo nodded. "Yes, m'lady."

He scurried from the room, hitting his arm on the door on his way out. I

had to shake my head at the poor boy; he was almost useless.

I would make it my duty to make a man out of the boy. I had to.

***

"You called me, miss?" came Lucio's silky smooth, heavily-accented voice.

He came from Florence, Italy and was unmarried. He was a tall, lanky man

with dark olive skin and even darker brown hair. It was cropped short by

the demands of my father. He wore a simple dark gray servant's attire along