LOGINALESSANDRO’S POV I buried my cock deep inside her pussy for another few hard thrusts after telling her I was not done. Her entire body kept shaking under me, her legs vibrating so hard the residual tremors ran straight into my hips. Creamy cum still leaked around my cock with every movement I made. The sight of her trembling and crying through the leftover waves of pleasure sent a dark rush straight to my head. My cock was coated in her release, shiny and slick with both her squirt and the thicker white cream that had spilled from her pussy.I pulled out slowly and knelt between her open thighs. One hand wrapped around the base of my cock while the other rubbed slow circles over the sensitive head, spreading her juices across the swollen tip. I gave her time to recover. Her chest heaved as soft broken sounds kept leaving her lips.“Oh my god,” she gasped between shaky breaths. “Ohh… shit.” Tears still tracked down her temples. The continuous trembling in her limbs looked almost ele
ADRIANA’S POV My wrists burned against the silk ropes where he had tied them high above my head. The leather cuffs held my ankles wide, stretching me open until the cool air of the suite kissed every wet fold between my legs. I lay completely bare on the wide bed, chest rising fast, nipples already tight and aching. Every inch of me wanted him. I arched my back as much as the bindings allowed and rolled my hips upward as the vibrator buzzed inside me, my thighs quivering with need.“Come fuck this pussy…” I whispered, my voice low and rough with hunger. “Please Master.” Alessandro stood at the foot of the bed, naked and hard, his cock thick and heavy between his legs. He watched me with that cold, focused stare that always made my stomach flip. Instead of climbing over me and driving in, he crawled up my body slowly. His mouth found mine first. The kiss was deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against mine while one hand cupped my left breast. His fingers closed around the full c
ALESSANDRO’S POV“I need you,” she muttered, her voice shaking with pleasure. “I need you inside me.”The words hit harder than any bullet. I had spent the entire evening restraining the urge to drag her away from every staring pair of eyes and fucking her so hard she could barely walk. Hearing her demand for it stripped the last of that control. “Be careful what you wish for, La mia vita,” I groaned. “You might lose the ability to walk after this.” She ran her tongue across her lips, staring at me with half closed eyes. “I want that.” Fuck, Adriana! I gripped the undersides of her thighs, lifted her clean off the floor, and settled her against me. Her legs locked around my waist, her arms wrapped tight around the back of my neck. The black gown rode high, the open back felt cool under my palms as I carried her out of the elevator.This estate was no hotel. Don Severino Calvi had designed the property for gatherings exactly like tonight’s, complete with a separate guest wing of pr
ADRIANA’S POV The man in the plain black mask took one step toward me. Two of Alessandro’s men materialized from the shadows as if the darkness itself had shaped them. They closed ranks in front of me, silent and solid. The stranger paused, tilted his head in mild acknowledgment, then melted back into the crowd. I told myself it meant nothing. Guests had stared at me all night, some looks burned with open hunger, while others stayed colder, harder to name. But his looks belonged somewhere between the two, and the uncertainty left a cold trail down my spine.I took another glass of champagne from a passing server and drained half of it in one swallow. The bubbles scraped my throat and did nothing to quiet the tightness under my ribs. Across the floor my father stood with a man I did not know. Both of them looked my way more than once while they spoke. The fake love and concern he had offered earlier in front of Alessandro now felt like theater staged for an audience. On the opposite
ALESSANDRO’S POVI left the main floor with Rocco at my shoulder and the image of that plain black mask still sharp in my mind. When Adriana had drawn my attention to the man watching us I had turned out of habit more than concern. The moment our eyes met across the crowded hall the years fell away. Raffaello Orsini stood among the guests as if death had never claimed him. The same arrogant set of the shoulders. The same cold measurement in the way he looked at what belonged to me. I knew he was still alive. But I had not expected him to walk into the same room tonight wearing a mask and staring at my fiancée as though he already owned a piece of the future. I did not make any move to confront him. The time and place were wrong, and I had other blood to settle first. I knew Raffaello had paid a traitor to poison the food meant for Luca and Adriana, but that debt would be paid another day. For now I kept my pace even and my expression unreadable as Rocco guided me through a side corr
ADRIANA’S POVAlessandro did not answer my question. The silence that followed felt heavier than any spoken reply. Even he seemed uncertain of the ground we were about to walk on. I watched the dark road slide past the window and kept my hand in his, drawing what steadiness I could from the simple contact.Rocco turned slightly from the front seat and passed two masks back to us. Alessandro took both, then he handed me one and kept the other for himself. The one he offered me was elegant rather than stark, shaped in deep charcoal silk edged with fine silver thread. “Let me do it,” he whispered, taking the mask from me. He lifted the mask and settled it carefully over my eyes, securing the ribbon at the back of my head with steady fingers. When he was done he fixed his own mask. His mask was simpler, matte black, and once it covered the upper half of his face the familiar lines of his expression became something sharper and less readable. The drive lasted longer than I expected. Whe
ALESSANDRO’S POVI strode down the dimly lit west wing corridor, my footsteps echoing against the marble like distant gunshots. The meeting with my capos had stretched well into the night, leaving a sour taste in my mouth that no amount of whiskey could wash away. “Don, the evidence is clear, Vale
ALESSANDRO’S POVI stood motionless in the middle of the bloodstained VIP room, the echo of the gunshot still ringing faintly in my ears. The smell of gunpowder mixed with spilled whiskey and cheap perfume clung to everything. My eyes locked on Adriana where she pressed herself against the far wall
ADRIANA’S POV I gripped the tray until my fingers ached and stepped through the heavy velvet curtain into the VIP section. Thick cigar smoke curled through the air like ghosts, and the dim amber lights barely pushed back the shadows. Low conversations hammered around the long table where several m
ADRIANA’S POVThe hospital room smelled of antiseptic and exhaustion. My heart hammered painfully as Doctor Cassian flipped through Luca’s chart with a grave expression that made my stomach twist. Rain pattered against the window, blurring the city lights outside into streaks of neon. “Miss Rossi,







