“I can’t, I can’t, no more..” I moaned, twisting on the soft bed, my wrists cuffed to the horizontal pole above me. I was being ravished, devoured, eaten… any word you could use to describe the manner in which my mafia daddy was eating me out like a starved man. “You can and you will.” He growled directly on my buzzing and dripping core before he took another hot swipe at it. I shuddered, a fresh wave of intense orgasm washed over me as his hot skillful tongue twirled inside of me. When he was done lapping me clean, he released my weak legs and moved up to cup my damp face in his big paws. “Are you okay, cara ?” He asked, cleaning the tears of pleasure from my cheeks. Butterflies fluttered in my tummy at the kind gesture. “I think.” I smiled, weakly. Never again would I date a man incapable of giving me an orgasm. Vincenzo had set the bar too high and I feared I may be ruined for other men. He held me in his strong arms, the scent of his manly musk intoxicated me. We
I flew to Las Vegas with Vincenzo with only a black lacy dress which I was wearing. There was literally nothing for me to pack up. He didn’t pack either. He mentioned we were going shopping as soon as we landed.Our first stop was a huge mall. Vince held me in his arms like I was going to run off, forcing me upstairs to the clothing stores.He told me to pick whatever I wanted but I declined. I wasn’t in the mood. He didn’t care obviously, he just began shopping for me.“I need my phone to text my sister.” I spoke up as we got to the jewelry aisle.“That’s out of the question.” He said, dismissively.I scoffed, my nerves flaring up. “Am I kidnapped!” “Actually, Yes. Yes, you are kidnapped. Will that make you shut your pretty mouth?” I had this insane urge to step on his expensive looking shoes but I didn’t, I just looked away.“When do I get to call her again?” I asked, hoping for a reasonable answer.“Until the contract is over.” He answered, his attention fully on the sil
I felt so stupid, peeping through the slit of the plain grey curtains in the expensive suite Vince had booked. I watched him and Luca smoke and chat on the balcony like inseparable siblings.How could I not have noticed the resemblance? They looked too much alike. Almost same height, almost same build, same dark hair and from the angle I was, they looked like twins!I gasped, moving away from the curtain when they both turned towards the room. I quickly went into the bed and pretended to be asleep. “I hope she’ll be coming with us to the masquerade ball.” I heard Luca say to Vince.He sighed. “If she behaves for the rest of the day, she might come.” He replied. “She’s quite the wild cat, you know.”At this, Luca burst into laughter.“Then you have exactly what you need, brother.” He said.I waited until they were both out of the room before I opened my eyes but I had to shut them back when I caught sight of Vince returning. “Get up.” He growled above me.Fuck. He knew I was
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and I couldn’t recognize the glamourous woman staring back. I looked like a princess draped in luxury. The hairstylist had done a wonderful job and the make up was subtle but defined. I touched my neck, imagining a beautiful jewelry around it and just then, Vince entered with a small box in his hand. He looked so different in a white cooperate shirt but handsome nevertheless. His hair was still wet from showering, his perfectly tailored dark slacks molded to his powerful thighs. “I picked the green dress. It looked better with my eyes.” I said, rubbing my hands down the beautiful emerald dress I was wearing. The smooth, cool fabric soothed my aching backside. He said nothing in reply, his icy eyes all fixed on me. “Vince--.” I tried to say something but I pressed my lips together when he turned me around to face the mirror again. He took out a dazzling silver jewelry from the box and fixed it around my smooth neck. “Thank you. It
I was kept in a dark room. The walls were of old bricks, the floors were rough and filled with dried up stains. My tummy rumbled in disgust. I couldn’t even breathe properly, the stench was horrible.“Hermosa.” Fabiano opened the rusty metal door, his shadow casted into the room.“Why are you keeping me in here!?” I asked, wiping off my tears. I didn’t want him to see me as weak and pathetic. If I could survive Vincenzo, I could survive him.“For many reasons.” He shrugged, moving further into the room. I moved backwards. “You’re quite a beauty. I see why Re wants to stick his cock in you.”I cringed at his crude words, like I wasn’t the same girl that enjoyed getting whipped on the butt.“He’ll come for me.” I lifted a confident chin up.Just then, Fabiano barked out a laugh. I was so disgusted at the sight of food remnants in the corners of his mouth. He was truly a fat pig. “Re will come for you!?” He asked, wide eyed and then laughed again. My chest tightened with hurt. He
~~VINCENZO~~ “Are the plants in place?” I asked Luca, my brother and right hand man and he nodded, his pistol fixed in his hands. We’ve surrounded Fabiano’s mansion, waiting for the right time to strike. He had my little princess in that lecherous urchin infested house of his. He took her away from me… right after putting a bullet in my arm. Even after a quick medical care, it still hurt like a fresh wound. I should be taking the rest my doctor suggested but I will know no rest until my angel is safe in my arms again. And if he had dared to touch her, I swear by the blood that runs deep in my veins, I will wipe out his entire bloodline. “We have everything in place. We can go in now, through the back then when we--.” “Wait.” I said, halting Luca’s plan. There was a rustling in the bushy gardens we hid in. I peeped just above the overgrown leaves and caught the sight of a familiar green dress. “Its her!” I whispered, signaling my men to lower their guns. I squatted f
It was 5:00am in the morning and Vince still wasn’t home. I paced around the room, my mind clouded with thoughts of him. What was he doing now? Was he alright? Did he kill Fabiano? Did I still have to open his safe and get the envelope? What was in the envelope?My mental health was a complete mess. Since the week Toby got missing and I got abducted by Vince, I have had series of mental breakdowns. I was totally visiting my therapist after all this.A hard knock on the door snapped me out of trance. I held my aching head—the result of panicking and restlessness—as I hurried to the door and opened it.“Hey.” It was Vince. He stood at the door, all sweaty with the top two buttons of his shirt undone. His expression was guarded, like he didn't want to display any form of emotion. He looked like he needed a hug.So, I hugged him.“You’re okay.” I said, nibbling on his neck. He picked me up, my legs hooked around him as he led us into the room.“Why aren’t you asleep? You should be asl
I stood, frozen like an icicle in middle of the room, surprised by the figure in front of me. I hadn’t expected him to be in the house. I had thought he was still in Las Vegas.“I asked you a question, Jessica. What are you doing in here?” Luca’s scowl deepened. “Nothing, I was just…” My words trailed off as I was unable to finish that sentence.“You shouldn’t be in here. Only Vince comes in here.” He said, dangerously to me, “Leave now.” He ordered, his eyes were so cold, like he was warning me.I glanced at the safe and then at him. I wondered if he knew what I was searching for in here.“Don’t tell Vince.” I pleaded in a small voice before I scurried out.Hours later, I was still in Vince’s room, staring blankly at the TV. My focus was away from the soap opera I had been watching as my mind drifted off to the scary possibility of Luca telling his brother about catching me in the safe room.The door suddenly opened and Vince entered. He was back.“Vince? Is everything alrigh
There was a white Porsche parked in Joyce's driveway. It had a huge red ribbon on it, some pink balloons and a bouquet of roses."What. The. Hell?" Joyce stood, arms folded in bewilderment.I was stunned, watching my birthday gift like it would disappear in a moment. I caught sight of the card hung in the screen. I picked it up and untied the tiny pink ribbon on it.It read:HAPPY BIRTHDAY MI AMORE— VOf course, it was him.Who else would it be?I remembered telling him I wanted my first car to be a white Porsche, and now that I had recently gotten my driver's license, it was the best gift ever!"We need to talk, Jessica," Joyce finally spoke after minutes of watching me fawn all over my new car.She was worried, and she had a good reason to be."Talk about what?" I took the flowers, heading back into the house. She was right behind me."Everything! This Vincenzo guy! I thought you were drunk and joking last night!" she said.I had dreaded this conversation, but it was long overdue."
Life changed so much. No drama. No danger. No pleasure. Just back to my old self. I moved in with Joyce, after a series of back and forth with her. My mom had also threatened to kill herself if I didn't. Everywhere I went, there was a tall man in all black and dark shades following me. I wasn't worried about that; I knew he was one of Vince's men. I had just three weeks left in college, and I had to make the most of it, but I was waist-deep in heartbreak, struggling to get by every day. I wanted to quit, but quitting was for losers, and I wasn't one. Life changed... but it continued. "Guess whose birthday is coming up soon?" Penny sing-sang, suddenly appearing behind me. I was getting some books from the library before heading home. "Oh, Penny, you still remember my birthday?" I groaned, not really enthusiastic about celebrating anything. "Of course! April 18th, 1999. Could never forget my favorite girl's birthday." She hugged me, and when I squeaked, she jumped off of me. "H
My eyes fluttered open to the sight of a cannula taped to my arm. I felt numb, my heart beating too slowly--like I was barely alive.I shifted slightly, and pain seared through my side, making me wince. That’s when the mattress dipped beside me and I felt someone sat next to me.“Cara,” came a gruff voice.I felt the strong, veiny arms next to me, trailing up to broad biceps and then--“Luca,” I whispered. My mouth was dry as sand.His lips twitched slightly and I noticed a cut there--actually, several cuts. His face was all battered and bruised.“What happened to you?” I asked. He looked like he’d just crawled out of hell.“I don’t have much time,” he rasped, shaking his head. His eyes, those big, tormented blue eyes, were filled with agony.“What do you mean?” My voice was hoarse, too weak.“When I was five, my father burned me with a hot rod...” His voice cracked. My brows drew together, confused by his sudden words.He lifted his shirt, revealing a dark, twisted mark on his side.
I was sat on Fabiano's thick, sweaty thighs against my will. He had a gun pressed to my lower back, tracing slow, mocking circles with its cold tip.I couldn’t even cry. I was paralyzed with fear.Luca stood by the window, watching like a robot with no emotions. He wasn't going to help me. Vince still hadn't found me.I was really fucked this time.“Isn’t she pretty, Luca?” Fabiano said suddenly, shattering the suffocating silence.He blew a stream of hot cigar smoke across my bare arm, making me shiver.“You do know Vince is probably scouring the earth for her right now, right?” Luca’s eyes were locked on Fabiano like a hawk’s—unwavering.Fabiano hummed. Then he leaned in to place a soft kiss on my nape. I squirmed as goosebumps rippled across my skin.“Of course. She means the universe to him. But he knows better than to be reckless. Otherwise, I'll—” He made a clicking sound with his tongue as he lifted the barrel against my neck.Luca sprang forward. “I’d die before I let you harm
I gasped, breath filling my lungs as I regained consciousness.I was on a soft bed, a four-poster pink bed. I looked around and noticed I was in a bright room. Nice furniture, white curtains. The air was fresh and citrusy. It reminded me of home.“Cara?” a familiar voice called from the direction of the door.It was half open, dark curly hair peering in.“Luca?” I squinted. He stepped inside, a glass of water in his hand. He was in a clean white shirt and black sweatpants. He looked like any nice, handsome guy.An image of him staring down at me as I went unconscious flashed through my mind.He drugged me!“What is this!? What’s happening?” I scurried out of the bed. I staggered a little as my head ached and my vision blurred.“Calm down, Cara—” He reached for me.“Don’t...” I stopped him. I could barely stand; I felt all weak. My head was spinning, so I had to sit on the chair behind me. “What did you do to me?”“I helped you,” he nodded. His eyes were strangely so different—like som
~~LUCA~~They were back together.Imagine that. I was right at the corner of her apartment, watching them in his car for more than an hour. I wondered if they had sex. I couldn’t see because the windows were tinted.Also, he spent the night. He actually slept over. For the first time, I thought of hurting my brother.The next morning, I waited outside her classroom door, needing—no, craving—a conversation we should’ve had long ago.As the students poured out, I braced myself for the sight of her.“Luca,” she gasped when she saw me, startled like she’d seen a ghost.She looked so pure. So virginal in that soft white dress. Vince bought that dress. I knew his taste—classy and expensive.“You don’t reply to my calls or texts anymore,” I said, my voice tight.I tried hiding all the hurt I felt from last night.“School. It’s just school. Too many classes,” she replied, breathless.“Not Vince?” I asked, eyeing her. I wished she would just tell the truth.“What? No! I…” Her voice faded.I wa
Darren had wanted another date before I left—quite hurriedly—Penny's home, but I wasn’t prepared for that. I thought we were moving too fast and needed to slow down.I needed to move on from the trauma of being with Vince before starting fresh with anyone.But instead of moving on, I missed him. I missed him so much, and I hated myself for that.Seeing Vince cry was always jarring, and that heartbreaking mental image was plastered in my memory.God, I wanted to see him again. I needed to see him again.Once in my apartment, I changed into the pink fluffy PJs he got me and took a cute selfie. I posted it on my Insta story with the caption: 'Feeling lonely', hoping the thirsty men in my followers would stay off and that a certain someone would get the message.It didn’t take a minute before he viewed it—he’d been stalking my socials since we fought. It made me feel a little mushy.Some hours later, as I was finishing up a write-up on my laptop, I heard the roaring of a car downstairs. D
~~VINCENZO~~ It had been exactly two weeks, three days, and twelve hours since I cried like a fucking kid in front of a girl a decade younger than I was. I hadn’t even cried when my father was shot before my very eyes. I hadn’t cried when my mother cut me off from her life. I hadn’t cried when my late wife left me for another man—and everyone branded me her killer. But this tiny woman, this little brat, made me spill tears. How fucked up was that? All the hurtful words she said to me that night were still burned into my heart, branded onto my soul. Every night, I had nightmares about it. I missed her terribly—more than I was bold enough to admit. And soon, that longing turned into something else--I began to stalk her. I stalked her socials, tracked her day-to-day schedule and routine. She visited the library every Tuesday and Thursday immediately after her last class. She ate cereal before going to bed on Fridays. She applied lip gloss just before getting on the bus--she ha
It had been two weeks since I last saw Vince—two weeks since I had the biggest breakdown of my life. If I could turn back time, I'd end whatever toxicity we had all over again. Still, I missed him terribly. He respected my decision—and surprisingly, that hurt even more. No calls, no texts, no surprise visits.Luca, on the other hand, sent sweet texts, flowers, and visited once or twice. Not that we kissed or anything. No—I was having a fresh start. No more mafia men. Just me.Going back to college for the final lap was as exciting as it was tedious. The projects, the important classes... I couldn't wait to get it over with and move to Seattle, where my dream publishing company was. Chicago held too many sad memories for me—especially because of him."Jessieeee, my brother just liked a cute photo of you I posted last night!" Penny, my closest friend, squealed excitedly. We were having ice cream in her new convertible, soaking up the beautiful day. For some reason, she’d been trying to