MasukNathan's POV I watched her face drain of color, and for a second, the facade of the humble maid evaporated. She instinctively shot a panicked glance toward the CCTV camera in the corner, her small hand flying to her mouth as if she could choke back the truth I had just exposed. “Don't bother,” I warned, sternly. “I remember the face, Seraphina Rossi. And I definitely remember the voice so much. You can't fool me.” She looked back, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. “I remember your laugh,” I continued, the memory of that fundraiser in Rome cutting through my mind. “What were you then? Fifteen?” “No!” She snapped, the maid facade disappearing to the arrogance of a girl born by Alessandro. “I was eighteen!” She bit her lip immediately after realizing she had just confirmed everything I wanted to hear. But the confidence didn't leave her face for once. She stepped closer, the tray of food forgotten on the floor. “And I'm twenty-two now, Nathan. I'm no long
Seraphina’s POVThe moment I got out of the dungeon, I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding before rushing towards the servants quarters. Marta was right there, shivering and looking like she was ready to faint. Yeah, you guessed right. She was my favorite maid, and unfortunately, fortunately, the maid I had chosen to use to get to my Nathan. “The dress. Now,” I whispered. I took off the maid's uniform in one swift motion, slipping my silk night robe back on as I shoved the uniform back into Marta's trembling hands. “If my father finds out I was in there, I'll make sure he finds out you've been slimming from the wine cellar. Do we have an agreement?”That was the only threat I had on Marta whenever I wanted to do sneaky, dangerous things that involved my father's presence. Marta nodded so hard that her teeth wobbled. “Yes, Signorina Serafina.”I slipped out of the quarters after making sure no guards were in line and hurried back to my wing of the villa, my heart
Nathan's POV I hated him. God, I hated him. “Bring the rest of the guards forward,” he added with a bored tone, waving his hands to the masked guards at the entrance of the door. I didn't understand what he meant at first; my mind was still fucked up, still trying to catch up with how everything happened so fast that I was now in Alessandro's hand. How I had fucking lost my guard! One of the men stepped forward and pulled off his mask. My breath stopped working at that moment. Andrew—For a moment, the world didn't twirl around like I expected it to; instead, it left me reeling in the reality of him in front of me. “You…” I whispered, barely holding it together. “You're here.” He was wearing the same black clothes as the other guards, which left a frown on my face. I tried to signal him, check if he was going to wink for the secret sign, and for him to pull a gun out to blast us both out of here. “Hey?” I whispered in disbelief. “Andrew, please. Tell me
Nathan’s POV Harder, Nathan!” A moan escaped Andrew's lips, his back arching, and his fingers sliding into the bedsheets of his bed while I drove my cock deep inside of him. “Fuck,” I groaned as I started moving, sliding in and out of him with slow strokes that turned into fast, harder slamming and shook the bedstand. “Oh God,” Andrew cried out, his breathing turning shallow as sweat dropped our body. “Yes! You are hitting the right spot! Fuck me harder! Christ, yes!” My fingers tangled in his hair and pulled hard on it. “Do you want more?” I pulled out like a tease, paused, then slammed back into him with force. Andrew moaned in response, unable to get a word out of him as my rough hands slipped out of his hair and fell back up his ass. I pulled them apart as I slammed deeper into him. “Fucccckkkk!” His whole body trembled as I thrust harder into him, climax hitting us both with hot, blinding tears that left us both gasping for air. I slipped out my cock with ra
Hi, my lovelies. 🤍 I want to take a moment to truly appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you for your support, your patience during my shortcomings, and for loving Cassandra and Marco as deeply as I do. From the bottom of my heart, I am endlessly grateful. Writing this story has been a whirlwind of emotions, and your support, comments, and votes constant “when is the next update,” motivated me to the very end. P.S. (I'm eagerly awaiting your reviews and rating.💋) But although Cassandra and Marco’s story has reached its happy ending, another story is just beginning. NATHAN VALENTINO. You never really got to know him well, but now you will. And that's not all!! Guess who's back in Nathan's story??? A…l…e…s I think you already know. SYNOPSIS “I have been watching you,” she whispered, our lips inches apart. “I have what it takes to get you out of here.” I leaned closer, my eyes fixated on hers. “What do I give in return?” Silence. Her hands moved i
Cassandra Immediately, we walked into the room. Marco dragged me toward him, my face inches away from his. “What are you—” he didn’t let me finish when his lips crashed onto mine passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed. Today had been so long, and I thought he would just want to go to bed straight, but this… this was what I needed. He placed me gently on the bed and slowly began undressing me. In no time I was naked. He started slow, trailing wet kisses from my neck down to my breasts. A soft moan escaped my lips as he sucked hard, his hand toying with the other. My hands reached for his pants, about to slide in when he pulled back. “I want us to play a game.” “Huh?” I asked, confused. A small, mischievous smile appeared on his lips. “The rule of the game is simple. I’ll make love to you—don’t moan. There are kids in the house.” “This… this is a massive house. No one is going to hear us… but fine.
CASSANDRA “Have you gone mad?” I asked, my voice rising. “What the fuck is that question?”He laughed…slow at first, then a full-blown laughter much to my annoyance. “What’s so funny, Marco?” I asked, anger surging through my veins. “I’m carrying your child!”“My child?” he repeated. “How many me
MARCO. The stench hit me first.I scrunched my nose in disgust as I walked into the dungeon. It’s been over a week since this became Mariam’s new home and a little visitation wouldn’t hurt. Her bloody eyes widened as she saw me. “La mia prigioniera…” My baritone voice echoed through the room. “
CASSANDRA. My grip tightened on the sink as another wave of nausea hit me. Marco pushed my hair aside as I emptied my stomach. Fuck. I felt so sick. “Are you okay?” he whispered, rubbing slow circles on my back. “Should I call the doctor?”“No,” I replied quickly. “It’s probably a stomach upset.
NATHANI stepped inside without waiting for permission. The room was quiet…thick with anger and tension that could be felt. My father stood behind his desk, fist clenched with heaved breaths, while Dante was halfway to the exit, a frown etched on his face. I let the door close softly behind me.A







