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“Come here.” His voice is deep, sultry like he is in a trance. It makes my body shake with desire. Ever so slowly I stride up to him, standing in between his open legs. He tugs my hand sharply, making me fall into him, my ass directly over his growing bulge. “I didn't pay for you to stare at me. Get on your fucking knees, and suck me off.” he growls, his voice harsh. I drop to my knees, my eyes unable to move away from his beautiful eyes. I trail a finger over his cock through his pants, a barely there groan leaves his mouth encouraging me to move on. I tighten my palm on his cock this time a groan leaves his mouth. I am nervous right now, hoping I don't make a mistake. “Such a little tease” he hums, biting his lips. A small smile makes its way to my lips as I unbuckle his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down. His cock springs free from his boxers standing proud, and erect. Oh my goodness. It's huge, and thick. Will this even fit inside me? “I will make it fit.” he grunts as if he was hearing my thoughts. His fingers wrap around my throat, pressing down slightly so I am not choking. He leans over his face directly in front of mine, he trails his thumb over my lips. I take a sharp breath as he takes off my singlet with only one hand, twerking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, you like that hmm?” He murmurs, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw to my ear down to my neck where he sucks hard. My back arch at the sensation that runs through me, it's something I haven't felt before. This was all new and weird… yet it felt so good. His palm in my throat shifts, tugging my hair hard earning a moan from my lips. My desires are reaching their peak at this point, and he has barely even touched me. “Are you going to stop being such a tease now?” “Yes.” I gasp, my thighs pressing together to get some sort of release from my throbbing dick. “Uh huh.” he tsks his right foot pushes my legs apart as a whimper leaves my throat. “Do as you are told only then will I consider touching you.” he pauses, raking his eyes over my body once more. As if not satisfied a sharp sound fills the air as he rips my panties apart. The move is so sudden, so hot it has me panting. Deciding to listen to him, I take his cock into my palm as he groans loudly, throwing his head back. That encourages me, using my thumb I rub his precum over his length and start stroking. He thrust his hips into my palm urging me to move faster. I have to use both my hands because of how big he is. The sight of his cock in my hands is so tempting I follow my urge and swipe my tongue over his top to taste him. Not too salty or sweet, it tastes just right. A deep groan leaves his mouth, “Fuck yeah. Take it in your mouth.” he urges. His breathing quickens. I do as instructed, taking his whole tip into my mouth and suck. He bucks his hips causing him to slip deeper, making me gag. “Breath through your nose, and fucking take more.” he grunts, his grip on my hair tightening tightening. I swipe my tongue over his tip, bobbing my head up, and down, taking more of him as I do. My palm strokes the rest that I can't fit into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I find a pattern I like. Swipe, suck, stroke. I haven't given a man head before, but the groans, and grunts leaving his mouth tells me I am doing something right. His foot in between my legs moves slightly rubbing my Honeypot. My body jerks at the unexpected move. “Just like that baby. Faster.” he groans. I move faster, bobbing my head faster as I stroke him. My moves become sloppy as I can't seem to get both my hands, and mouth in rhythm. As if he senses it, his next words have me nodding in relief. “I am going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, and you are going to take it like a good fucking boy, yes?” I nod, earning a grunt from his parted lips. He bucks his hip up, pushing his cock further into my throat. It hits the back of my throat, “ Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good with that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock like a filthy whore.” His dirty words go straight to my core. The heat in between my legs becomes too much and I start grinding on his leg. “Look at you. Such a desperate little slut. You are already precuming without me even touching you, you want me so bad you can't help but to grind my leg, eh?” he groans. His eyes piercing into mine as I grind his leg, him fucking my mouth. His legs tighten, he begins to thrust faster into my mouth, my throat squeezing him as he does. “Fuck. You feel so good. I am about to cum, and you are going to take every damn drop of it like a good boy, yes?” He doesn't give me time to respond as his hips move forward spilling into my mouth. I swallow, loving the taste of him. He tugs me up, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, he walks over to the bed throwing me down. I bounce on the bed. He leans over, trailing kisses from my legs to my thigh up to my throbbing dick. He moves further up avoiding the place I want his mouth to be. His kisses continue up my belly button to my boobs, staring at my very hard nipple he groans. “My turn.” he says, then latches onto my nipple like a starving baby. My back arches off the bed, my finger finding its way into his head as his hand found my other nipple, twerking it like he did before. “Oh fuck.” I don't recognise my voice anymore. The feeling is intense, his mouth on my nipple sucking, tugging, biting as his hand works on my other nipple is too much. I moan, writhe beneath his touch completely at his mercy. His other hand moved down the side of my belly then held my dick. “Oh my goodness, fuck.” I gasp, grinding my dick against his fingers. The feeling is too much, I need a release. “Such a needy little whore.” his hand leaves my dick only to come back down in a light slap. It sends pain through my system, but the pain is enjoyable as it has me moaning. His thumb worked my dick, my hips moved automatically to match his rhythm. “Please.” I beg, my breath coming out in my pants. “Please what baby? Tell me what you want.” he taunts, his thumb still on my dick rubbing but not enough. “Fuck me please.” I beg, rolling my hips. “As you wish.” he rises up grabbing his discarded jeans to take a condom out. When did he undress? Before I can ask he is slamming into me with a long hard thrust. A scream tears out of my mouth at the unexpected force. He grabs my throat, tears forming at my eyes as the pain electrifies my insides. Fuck that's how I lost my virginity. I moan at the pain his palm leaves, arising sweet pleasure in its wake. “Fuck. Such a desperate whore”IMRAN'S POV People like to say that the truth always wins. They're wrong. The truth doesn't win on its own. Someone has to protect it. Someone has to carry it. Someone has to refuse to let it die. Several months had passed since everything changed, and every morning I woke up, I still found myself expecting the world to fall apart all over again. Instead, it kept moving. For the first time in years, it moved forward. The evidence we recovered from the estate had done exactly what my father had always believed it would do. One confession led to another. One arrest uncovered ten more names. Secret bank accounts were frozen. Properties were seized. Companies that had existed only to wash dirty money shut their doors. Politicians who once stood proudly behind podiums were escorted into courtrooms in handcuffs. Police officers who had sworn to protect innocent people were exposed for selling justice to the highest bidder. Businessmen who built their fortunes on fear and c
IMRAN'S POV There are moments that divide a life into two parts. The person you were before. The person you become after. As Pierre and I stood inside the hidden room tucked behind the moving bookshelf, I realized I was standing at the exact place my father had died trying to protect. The room wasn't large, but every inch of it carried the weight of years. Metal shelves stretched from one wall to another, each lined with carefully labeled boxes, folders, ledgers, encrypted hard drives, flash drives, old laptops, stacks of sealed envelopes, and rows of filing cabinets. A large steel safe sat against the far wall, its heavy door hanging slightly open, as though someone had searched through it in a hurry but never returned to finish. Dust floated through the thin beam of light spilling in from the secret doorway. The air smelled old, stale, forgotten. Pierre slowly turned in a circle. "My God..." I couldn't answer him. My throat had tightened too much. For years, I'd imagine
Raffaele's POV I had buried too many people to mistake desperation for courage. The moment our convoy stopped outside the estate, I stepped out into the heavy silence hanging over the property. The mansion looked almost untouched from the outside, its grand walls standing proudly beneath the gray afternoon sky, but I knew better than to trust appearances. Men who believed they had nothing left to lose were always the most dangerous, and the people waiting inside this place knew exactly what failure would cost them. I looked over the men gathered behind me. Not the biggest army I had ever commanded. Not even close. Just the ones who had chosen to stay. Some carried fresh bandages beneath their jackets, others wore exhaustion on their faces after days without proper sleep. None of them complained. None of them asked whether this mission was worth the risk. They already knew the answer. "If we fail today," I said quietly, letting my gaze settle on every face, "he disappears, th
Imran's POV I was done being protected. The realization settled inside me sometime before dawn, somewhere between staring at another stack of copied documents and listening to the distant sound of rain tapping against the windows. It wasn't anger anymore. It wasn't pride, either. It was something quieter, something steadier. If everything we'd fought for could disappear because I stayed hidden behind locked doors, then hiding wasn't protecting anyone. It was delaying the inevitable. Pierre looked up from the laptop, rubbing at his tired eyes before glancing in my direction. "You've been staring at that same page for ten minutes." "I know." "You planning to read it, or intimidate it into giving you answers?" A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "You sound better." "I feel terrible," he admitted with a weak grin. "I'm just choosing to complain about it." "That's definitely you." He leaned back carefully, still recovering from everything he'd been through. "You should
Rafaele's POV The first call came before sunrise. I was already awake. Sleep had become a stranger weeks ago, replaced by a habit of watching the ceiling until dawn painted the room gray. My phone vibrated across the nightstand. I answered before the second ring. "There has been... an incident." The hesitation in my security chief's voice told me everything I needed to know. "What happened?" "There are reports coming in from multiple locations." My jaw tightened. "How many?" "We're still confirming." I stood, already reaching for my jacket. "I'll be downstairs in five minutes." The moment the call ended, another came in. Then another. Then another. Each conversation added another piece to the same picture. Damage. Disruption. Fear. By the time I reached the operations room, several members of my team were already gathered around the central table, phones ringing almost continuously, maps spread across the surface, reports arriving faster than anyone could read th
Imran's POV I used to believe the truth was something you found. Now I understood it was something you carried. And sometimes, it became so heavy that simply holding it felt like drowning. The folders sat across the table from me, stacked neatly beside the laptop Pierre and I had spent countless nights using. Looking at them no longer made me feel victorious. They reminded me of hospitals, sleepless nights, abandoned buildings, and every person who had bled because these pages existed. Pierre was still recovering. The doctors insisted he would make a full recovery, but recovery wasn't the same as being whole. Every time I visited him, he smiled, cracked a joke, and pretended everything was fine. I knew him too well to believe it. Neither of us would ever walk away from this untouched. I closed another folder and rubbed my eyes. The study door opened quietly. Rafaele stepped inside carrying two mugs of coffee. "You've been here since sunrise." "I wasn't tired." He placed o
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ I don't wait. The moment I step inside that building, everything narrows down into one thing, one purpose, one target and every other thought gets pushed out. The air smells wrong, thick with dust, sweat, metal, and something sharper underneath, something that tells me exactly
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I should've listened to my instincts.That thought hit me too late, right in the middle of the street, right in the middle of pretending I still had some control over my life. I had just left the meeting with Isabella, my head already fucked up from everything she said, from the choice
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༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ “Say my name, Gattino.” His voice came out low, smooth, and controlled, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make your body react. It wrapped around me, heavy and dangerous, as his body pressed mine deeper into the mattress. I could feel the weight of him, solid and unyielding,







