Arranged To Marry The Enemy (A Mafia Story)

"Irina, Have you ever heard of BDSM?" He asked. This is the first time he will call my name.

But what's BDSM? He opened the boxes bringing out the items there.

"No, what's the meaning?" I asked him with curiosity.

"And what are you doing with ropes and wipes?" I asked again.

"Have you ever even had sex?" He asked angrily.

I was quiet for sometime for sometimes, feeling shy.

"No" I said hesitantly.

"Your stupid father caged you your whole life, that's so stupid of him. We don't kill woman here, we only deal with men. He should have let you out" he said.

"Don't ask me any questions again, your innocent is annoying, I promise. I hate naive girls" he scoffed.

"Get on the bed" he commanded.

"What?" I asked.

"Get on the freaking bed, don't force me to help you in getting on the bed, bitch" he commanded but I won't give in easily to his order.