Masuk“What nonsense is this, Mr. Carter?” I asked, still sitting, forcing my claws back in. “Not only is your partner unable to comprehend basic business manners, but he can't keep his damn mouth shut.”I was fuming. Fucking hell, I was fuming. I wanted to break something, or someone, preferably a blue-eyed bastard. I've hated–and still hate–a lot of people in my life, and this bastard topped the fucking chart. If I could rip him apart here and now, I would fucking do it without a single thought. Mr. Carter was immediately on his feet. “I apologize, Mr–”“Respectfully, Mr. Carter, your apology means shit to me,” I snarled, forcing my eyes away from the soon-to-be-dead man and to my wife’s father. His eyebrows were pulled tight, sweat beading on the top. “Why is this man still your partner? Why haven't you cut all ties with him?”His jaw was clenched as he answered, avoiding my eyes. “I made a promise to my daughter that I wouldn't take back everything from him. It’s the promise of a fath
ALEXANDERI knelt on her bedside, watching her chest rise and fall evenly. She hasn't stirred. Not once. Not even when I was cleaning her, her eyelashes only fluttered, and that was that. “We really wore you out, huh?” I whispered, my hands itching to touch her, caressed her skin, and held her, but I resisted. Because what if I did and she woke up? And then this moment will be gone. She was right here, in my home, sleeping so close to me with her guard down, and yet… yet I couldn’t let myself be soft. I couldn’t let my guard down, because once I did, there was no going back. The moment I let myself really feel my emotions, my feelings, that was the moment it all ended. That was the moment I would beg her to be mine. That’s the moment I will do everything to make her mine. I couldn't let that happen, because then I would be bare for her to see. My emotions, my honor, and dignity would be at her feet. And knowing Isabella, she would step on it. And if she does that… what happens next
Isabella kept moaning, and I felt myself get pushed to the edge. Just as Alexander was almost done, I pulled my dick out and grabbed her forward, away from his dick. She moaned, choked, and coughed at the same time, her eyes wide. “Apologies, sweetheart,” I rasped as I spun her around so her ass was facing me and her face was facing Alexander. “But we can’t let any drop waste.”I thrust into her, and this time she screamed, her back arching. Alexander stared at me with his eyes filled with murder, his dick still dripping sperm and still pulsing.I kept my eyes fixed on him as I fucked her, my front slapping against her backside. Her cries grew louder and louder, and soon, her walls clenched around my dick so hard that it was a struggle to move my dick. She came, and I followed her right off the edge, emptying my sack in her and filling up. Her body shook as she was filled and filled. She held her stomach as she gasped.“Too much,” she breathed, and Alexander’s eyes dropped to her.
LEONARDOSomeone rational will let go. Someone cool-headed and soft-spoken won’t drag it with him. He was my son after all, and I was the father. I was the one meant to make the sacrifices and act mature. I was the one meant to shake my head and turn my back. Deep down, I know that was the right thing to do, but deep down, I was also a bastard. Deep down, I had a few screws loose, and I couldn't just do those things. Deep down, I wanted to drag this out and see where it would take us and where we would end up. And Isabella was in the middle of this. Sweet, bold Isabella with a honey-filled rose between her legs. Lovely Isabella, who has my son wrapped around her pink fingers, and she doesn’t even know it. She didn’t ask to be part of any of this, but she was already in the middle, so I was going to use her. Use her to make Alexander miserable the same way he has done to me for five years. I would taunt him the way he has taunted me. Mock him and rub it on his face at every chance I
He looked like he wanted to rip me apart with his bare hands. He looked like he wanted to see me suffer. He looked like he was already planning his revenge, but his kiss was soft. His lips were soft against mine as he kissed me like I was an egg that would break if he went too hard. That shocked me, and I kissed him back with my eyes open. His eyes were closed, his hand moving to my jaw as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth slowly. His father kept slamming into me, my body rocking forward, and I moaned into Alexander’s mouth. He drank in all my moans. He broke the kiss and leaned back, his eyes fixed on mine as he whispered, “Now, my turn.”He grabbed my waist and turned me. I gasped as Leonardo’s dick pulled out of me roughly. Leonardo also groaned. Alexander turned me so that my back was to him, and I faced Leonardo. He looked wild. His chest rose and fell heavily. Strands of his hair were glued to his face from sweat. Sweat was dripping from hi
My eyes went so wide, I feared they would go dry. He stretched me so wide, filling me until it felt like there wasn’t any space left. My mouth was open, but no sound came out. I stared at the ceiling even though I wasn’t seeing anything. “She… Argh! She feels fucking good, Alexander,” Leonardo said, his voice breathless. “Her cunt is clenching so tight to my dick, I feel like she’s going to rip me apart. And oh, how warm she feels… Don’t you want to try this cunt again, son?”“Fuck you,” Alexander growled, and I forced my eyes away from the ceiling and to him. He didn’t look so calm anymore. No, he looked like he was hanging on by a thin thread and could snap at any moment. That was the look I was waiting for. Leonardo scoffed. “You mean fuck her?”“Beg,” I breathed as his father slammed harder and faster, my body rocking forward, my breasts bouncing. His eyes moved slowly to me, an eyebrow raised. “Beg, and I’ll let you fuck me.”I felt Leonardo’s dick pulsing in me, and he grunte
He was rough with it, with his tongue. He pressed it to my entrance, his nose pressing to my hole, and I moaned loudly, my hands itching to reach out and grab his hair, but I resisted, my hands fisted on the table. His tongue swept from my clit to my entrance, moving up and down, and I couldn't he
I stared at the glass in my father’s hand. Usually, I wouldn't accept a drink from my father, but my head felt like it was about to burst, so I snatched it from him and downed it in one go. “What offer?” I asked as I sat, looking up at him. He took the seat opposite me, sipping his drink slowly a
“Good girl,” he purred. “First of all, never walk away when we’re having a decent conversation.”“What was so decent about that conversation?” I asked, my voice coming out harder than I expected. A glint entered his eyes, his smile widening. “Everything was decent about the conversation.”“Yeah? T
I was shown to my room by a househelp, and it was grand. Grand like a room at the top of the tower where the princess was meant to feel comfortable and never leave. I showered, applied oil, dressed in my robe with nothing underneath, sat on the bed with my hands folded and resting on my lap, and I







