LOGINCHAPTER FIVE: HER TEMPTATION
NICO ——— I turned her down. Fuck. I actually turned her down. I should feel relief right now. I should feel proud of myself. But instead, I feel this hollow sting in my chest, like I just tossed away something rare. Something I’d never find again. I drag in a rough breath and mutter to myself: No, Nico. You did good. You can screw any woman you want. But not her. Not the wife of your boss, the goddamn Mafia king. I shake off the thought and press the doorbell outside Candice’s apartment. Candice is my girlfriend, or should I say… friends with benefits. Within seconds, the door swings open and Candice’s flatmate appears in front of me. Jessie. She leans on the doorframe, dressed in a strapless top that barely hides her tits. Her perfectly cinched waist is exposed and her shorts… Jesus, they’re so small they might as well not exist. Half her ass is out. My gaze trails before I can stop it, sliding from her legs up to her face. I pull myself together and look away. If I could say no to Alessia—a woman sculpted like sweet danger itself—then I sure as hell can control myself around Jessie. “Hey,” she purrs, fluttering her lashes at me. Her voice drips with sugar as she tilts her body just enough to make sure I see everything she’s selling. I give her a short nod. “Hi.” My eyes dart past her. “Candice around?” “Yup,” she chirps, lips curling in a flirty grin. “She’s in the kitchen. Making something nice for you.” She steps aside and gestures for me to come in. As she turns, her hips sway deliberately, her ass bouncing with every step. I can tell she’s doing it to reel me in like I’m some hungry fool. And yeah, I notice. I’m a man, not blind. But noticing isn’t the same as wanting. The smell hits me the moment I step into the kitchen. A rich, creamy, and warm aroma. I see Candice standing by the stove, stirring something in the pan. She’s wearing one of my old shirts, the oversized fabric barely brushing her thighs. A faint smirk touches my lips. I recognize that shirt. Left it here the last time I crashed at her place. “Mmm… something smells incredible,” I murmur, inhaling deep as she glances over her shoulder. “Hey,” she says, smiling before turning back to her pan like it’s more important than me. “Hey yourself.” I move behind her, sliding my arms around her waist, pressing my chest against her back. My lips brush her neck, catching her soft scent. When my hand slips under her shirt, my fingers find bare skin. She’s wearing nothing underneath. My breath tightens. I grab a handful of her ass, then glide my palm upward, finding her breast. I tease her nipple between my fingers until she lets out a quiet chuckle. “Don’t be such a naughty boy,” she says, swatting my hand away playfully. I groan and step back, giving her one last squeeze before I let her go. “You’re no fun.” Candice laughs softly, stirring the pot again. “You can say that again.” I lean against the counter, watching her. She’s making pasta, and the smell alone has my stomach growling. Candice is a great cook. “So,” she starts, turning off the stove and reaching for plates. “Tell me about your first week at work. You’ve been so busy lately, I barely see you anymore.” Her voice fades as my mind flashes to a bare-chested Alessia Mancini. The way her eyes had searched mine when she made that move earlier. Heat floods through me. I feel myself harden again, and I swallow hard, forcing the image away before I lose control. “Work’s good,” I say finally, not sure I mean it. “My boss’s wife is… a handful. But I’ve got a degree in keeping things together.” Candice snorts over her shoulder. “Yeah, keeping it together with your giant cock.” I raise a brow, pretending to look offended. “That all I am to you? One big walking dick?” She turns, leaning against the counter now. Her arms fold under her chest, eyes dancing with mischief. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You’re too damn good in bed. Still can’t believe you quit the adult industry just to play bodyguard. I mean… seriously, Nico? That’s a downgrade.” I take an apple from the fruit bowl and bite into it hard, using the crunch to cut the tension. “Told you already, Can. I wanted a clean slate. Being naked for the whole world to see isn’t exactly a life goal worth bragging about.” She laughs. “Maybe not for you. For me? Since I’m getting paid well, I don’t mind letting the world see what I’ve got.” I glance at her, chewing slowly, hiding the truth behind a lazy grin. Because the real reason I left had nothing to do with wanting a clean slate. Candice is an adult star, just as I used to be. We’d met for the first time during a shoot. The chemistry between us had been undeniable, both on and off the camera. One project led to another, and somewhere along the line, we stopped pretending it was just work. “Tell me the truth, Nico,” she says now, stepping closer. Her voice dips low, in a teasing octave. She stops right in front of me, leaning forward until her breath brushes my jaw. Her arms brace on the table beside me, trapping me between them. She eyes my lips hungrily. “Are you sure you don’t miss it? Does being a bodyguard and a private sex escort satisfy you enough?” “If you keep asking me that,” I murmur, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against me, “I might have to pull out my camera and remind you exactly why we were everyone’s favorite duo.” She lets out a soft laugh, her hardened tits grazing my chest. “I’d very much want that,” she whispers, tracing lazy circles on my chest. Then her smirk deepens. “Though, I’d like to suggest a third party.” I arch a brow, though we’re not new to this threesome thing. “And who might that be?” She tilts her head toward the doorway. Jessie is standing there, completely naked. Her flirty eyes meet mine. I blink once, taken aback. “Are you serious?” Candice only smiles, sliding her hand up my chest. “Dead serious,” she murmurs, her fingers curling around the back of my neck. She kisses me, slow and deep, her body pressing against mine like she knows exactly how to dissolve my resolve. My cock jerks awake again. Before I can find the words to protest, Jessie crosses the room, biting her bottom lip. Her huge tits jitters and bounces with every step. She stops beside me, She stops beside me, and buries her face into my neck, planting sloppy kisses there. “Candice…” I try to protest again, but Candice is already taking off my belt and pulling down my trousers. She releases my rod and Jessie sinks to her knee right after. Jessie takes me inside her mouth while Candice kisses and swallows the moan that threatens to escape my throat. Somehow, I am grateful for the chance to get the thoughts of Alessia off my mind. Jessie’s mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I give up the struggle and let the two women devour me: Jessie sucking, choking and slurping around my length, while Candice continues to kiss me. Candice then proceeds to take off her shirt, exposing her bare skin completely to my lustful gaze. She wraps her fingers around my neck, guiding me to suck her nipples. I take one of the perky buds into my mouth, groaning as Jessie sucks me faster, the popping sound filling the air. “Mmm—fuck.” I groan, thrusting my hips and shoving the rest of my shaft inside her mouth. She wants this. Her slutty, dirty mind has been dreaming of this. I can even remember catching her pleasuring herself while she watched one of my videos from the internet. That horny dirty girl. Let her take every single inch of me and fucking choke on it. That’s the moment my phone buzzes in the pocket of my jeans. A notification. But before I can reach for it, Candice’s hand clamps over mine, stopping me. “Focus.” She whispers, guiding that hand to her clean shaven pussy. She lifts a leg and hangs it over the table, granting me a clear view of her drenched core. “Fuck.” I groan, sliding a finger inside her while I let my thumb circle around her swollen clit. The mixed sensation from the feeling of her wet pussy walls wrapped so tight around my finger, and Jessie mouth-fucking me, is pure bliss. “Oh god. That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.” She breaths, tilting her head back as she pushes her pelvic towards me. Again, the notification sound comes. Twice. Thrice. Insistent. I cannot ignore it this time. I mutter something about checking it, earning a soft sound of protest from Candice. She lets me release my hand and then gets on her knees beside Jessie, capturing her lips in a hot kiss for a moment before she worked her mouth around my balls. “Fucccckkk—” I cry, feeling my balls tighten as the pleasure hits me hard. I pull out my phone with one unsteady hand. The screen glows with a message from an unsaved number. A media message. I frown and tap it open. The image that greets me knocks the air straight out of my lungs. I spurt hot cum into Jessie’s mouth at once, as I stare wide-eyed at my phone. It’s a picture of Alessia. Naked on bed, with thighs parted, giving me the perfect view of the most beautiful, glistening pussy I’ve ever seen. Underneath it is a short text: IMAGINE YOUR COCK BURIED DEEP INSIDE ME.CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: PARK DATEALESSIA—————He’s jealous. Nico is jealous.I see it clearly. In the tight set of his jaw, the stiff way his shoulders lock, the way he refuses to meet my eyes as if looking at me might expose him.After saying goodbye to Alessandro, I follow Nico to the car. He opens the back door for me and I slide in. Then he moves to the driver’s seat, shuts the door, and starts the engine.We drive in silence for a few minutes.“How’s Sofia?” I ask finally.“Better.” He says. Nothing more. No details.Then, unexpectedly, he asks, “You and Alessandro… have you fixed your marital issues?”A slow smile creeps onto my lips. So, my hunch is right. He really is jealous.I watch the back of his head while his eyes stay glued to the road, like he’s forcing himself not to look at me.“Why do you ask?” I say lightly. “Is it because of what you saw earlier? The kissing? The way we were all over each other?”With every word, his body stiffens more. His hands tighten around th
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: THE MANCINIS IN LOVENICO————-The next morning, I’m halfway dressed, getting ready to head out for work.I’m standing in front of the mirror, sliding my arms into a crisp white shirt, when I sense movement behind me. Soft careful footsteps. I turn my head just in time to see Sofia stepping into the room, moving slowly, her body stiff with pain.“Mom,” I say immediately, abandoning the mirror and crossing the room in two quick strides. Worry tightens my face as I reach for her arm, steadying her. “Didn’t I tell you to call me whenever you want to move around?”She lets out a small laugh, brushing it off. “Oh, come on. You know how much I hate bothering you all the time. I’m not a potato, you know.”I don’t find it any funny.I guide her to the bed and help her sit, placing a pillow behind her back so she can rest comfortably. “You’re stubborn, and yes, I definitely inherited that from you. But you’re still healing. You can’t afford to be careless.”“Whatever.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: CRUSH VS DARK OBSESSIONMARIA————Only when I get home do I finally breathe properly.Thankfully, Grandma Rosa isn’t home. She traveled for a family holiday and won’t be back for a while, which means I’m alone. That’s also the reason I’ve had so much free time lately to spend around Sofia.Though if I’m being honest, it isn’t just because of her condition.It’s because of him.Nico.I fell head over heels for him the very first time I saw him at the bakery, the day he came to visit. I still remember how my heart skipped then, how something about him pulled me in without warning.The same man whose business card I stumbled upon today.My chest tightens again as the words replay in my mind.Ex-professional adult actor.Pleasure escort.I still can’t believe it. Never, not even once, would I have imagined Nico was that kind of man.I toss my tote bag onto the couch the moment I step inside and head straight to the kitchen. I open the fridge, pour myself a glass of wa
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: MARIA’S DISCOVERYNICO————A few days later.“Careful. Watch your step.” I say, guiding Sofia into the living room of my apartment. One of her arms rests over my neck while my arm stays firm around her waist. Maria supports her from the other side.Sofia looks around as we move. “Why does your place look like a mental asylum?” she mutters. “What’s with all these white walls and an almost empty house?” She scrunches her nose, clearly unimpressed as her eyes sweep over the space.“It’s called a minimalist vibe, Sofia,” Maria says with a soft laugh as we head upstairs. “It’s an aesthetic. Most young people like it.”“Huh.” Sofia snorts. “Well, it’s boring as hell. A home should feel warm. Lived in. Not this cold.”I roll my eyes. “You know, it’s impressive how sharp your mouth still is, considering you’re recovering from a stab wound, Mom.”Maria laughs. Sofia only scoffs and keeps quiet, but I know she’s smiling inside.We reach the room I prepared for her. I push
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: FRENCH MACARONS AND CITRUS JUICEALESSIA—————If anyone had ever told me there would come a day when I would feel sorry for Alessandro, I would have laughed in their face and called them a liar.Yet here I am.Hidden upstairs, half concealed by the curve of the railing, watching as Godfather Riccardo rains his rage down on his own son. Alessandro kneels, just taking every hit, despite the pain on his face that he tries so much to hide. But I see through it. And something inside me twists painfully.I don’t understand it. I don’t want to understand it.Maybe it’s because no child, grown or not, deserves to be treated like a mistake. Maybe it’s because no one deserves to be broken down and humiliated like that. Or maybe I’m just weak. Too soft-hearted for a world like this.Either way, the pity settles in my chest and refuses to leave, even after an hour has passed and Godfather Riccardo is gone.I retreat to my suite, but my mind refuses to stay quiet. I pick up
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: THE GODFATHERALESSANDRO—————“Fucking losers!”The word rips out of me as I sweep my arm across the décor table with all my strength. Glass, metal, porcelain… everything crashes to the floor, shattering into useless pieces.I don’t fucking care.All I see is red. All I feel is rage. Their incompetence burns hotter than fire in my veins.Vladimir stands a few steps away with two other men beside him. Their heads are bowed, shoulders stiff in silent, useless apologies. “Give me one reason…” I growl, stalking toward them, my finger jabbing from one man to the next. “Just one fucking reason why I shouldn’t have your heads on spikes right now. Give me one bloody reason why I shouldn’t slit your throats and feed what’s left of you to my dogs!”No one speaks.Slowly, Vladimir lifts his head. “It’s my fault, boss. I should’ve sent someone more competent.”I let out a sharp, bitter scoff. My jaw tightens until it aches. My fists tremble at my sides.If Vladimir were an







