Enzo's PovI'm leaning against her bedroom door, checking that she's locked it, which she doesn't usually do."Shit!" I snap, angry.I need to calm down. I need to breathe. This can't keep happening to me. That spoiled brat can't make me lose control like this.I look down, my cock still hard outside my pants, and I rub it to relieve some of the pain. God, today I'll have to do manual labor again. I'm tired of so many handjobs. I need a pussy.Her pussy, my treacherous conscience whispers to me.I close my eyes and breathe deeply, trying to relax so the erection goes down and the pain passes, but I achieve the opposite effect when I project the image of her kneeling in front of me, looking at me with those eyes that seem innocent but transform when she gets turned on, with those beautiful lips surrounding my penis and that sly tongue slithering around my glans.Damn it! If it was already difficult to get her out of my mind, after today it will be impossible. If I was already tormented
AriannaI finished unbuckling Enzo’s pants, and while he continued to be attached to my breasts, I took out his penis and began to caress it. I had never felt it like this. It was like a hot iron bar in my hands. The grunts that came out of his lips, which were still on my nipples, were proof that he liked what I was doing.He finally let go of my breasts and grabbed my chin roughly to kiss me again."Beg for it, Arianna, beg for it," he ordered over my lips.He was getting desperate, and it felt so good. I decided to move forward. I wanted to make him lose control, so I started unbuttoning his shirt. When it was completely open, I slid my lips along his jawline and down his neck. I continued tracing a path with kisses over his body—his torso, his abdomen. My legs bent as I outlined each perfect square with my tongue, and when I was on my knees, his member welcomed me.I looked up, and his gaze was completely darkened. He slowly shook his head and I saw him swallow. He knew what was c
AriannaHis voice was like ice, suddenly cutting through all the fire. “Where are your rings?”“In the same place where this farce of a marriage is, stored away in a drawer,” I replied, my heart skipping a beat.Rage returned to Enzo's face, but I didn't back down. I had come this far; I was fed up. If he wanted to kill me, I thought, let him do it once and for all.“You can't take off your rings, much less if you're going out,” he scolded, gritting his teeth.“You don't wear yours,” I countered, looking at his hand. He had never worn it. Since we had stepped foot in New York, I hadn't seen him wear it even once.“It's different.”“Why?” I questioned, poking his chest with my finger. “Because you're a man? Because you can do whatever you want with your life and with your cock, but I can't?”“Because it's my brand!” he roared. “Those f*cking rings shout to the world that you're mine!”“I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone, and I'm tired, Enzo. I'm tired of being treated like merchan
Arianna“Don't worry,” I said to Marco. “I don't think he cares too much about what I do with my life. Besides, he himself says I'm not a prisoner.”Marco nodded, acknowledging I was right, but his nervousness didn't go away. He got out of the car, as did the driver, and opened my door to help me out, but an idea occurred to me. If Enzo was home, it was the perfect time to take advantage and start with my plan.“Wait a moment,” I told Marco, and closed the door again.I looked through the dozens of packages and took out the dress I had in mind. I started undressing inside the car. It was uncomfortable, but I managed. I took off my bra since the dress didn't need it and changed my cotton panties for one of the lace thongs I had bought. I took out a pair of high-heeled sandals with a thin strap and put them on. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror, fixed my hair's waves, and checked that my makeup was intact. Once I was sure everything was perfect, I opened the door again to get ou
AriannaWhen Marco heard her, the man raised his head from the phone he was glued to, and when his eyes settled on me, his jaw dropped. He wasn't pretending; my ego soared to the stratosphere when I saw his reaction.“You like it?” I asked, with a smug grin.“You... you're beautiful. Not that you weren't before, it's just that now…” he stuttered, and I laughed to lighten the mood.“Relax,” I said softly. “Let’s go, it’s late.” Indeed, by the time we left, it was already nighttime. “Do you want to eat?” I asked my bodyguard. “I'll treat you to dinner.”“That wouldn't look good, ma’am. I think it’s better if we go. The Don must be about to return and wants you to be home by then.”I laughed bitterly. “Please, Marco, we both know that he doesn't give a damn if I’m at home or not. He never sees us anyway, and he always gets home after midnight when I’m already asleep. I’m sure that right now, while we’re here, he’s having fun with some prostitute.”Marco didn't respond because he knew I w
Arianna“Let's make a quick stop,” I announced to my bodyguard, who froze when he saw the place I was heading for.I thought I had given the poor guy a couple of heart attacks today, but this was partly his fault. It was his words that had made me wake up, to react to how stupid I was being. I entered the sex shop, with him following me at a safe distance. I started walking through the aisles, and my eyes widened at the number of gadgets I saw. I had always wanted to try one of these, but the fear of being discovered or of hurting my useless husband had kept me from it. But I thought the time had come for me to get rid of him myself. After all, my husband didn't care.“Can I help you with something?”I flinched when I heard a voice behind me. I turned and came face-to-face with a tall, handsome, tattooed guy.“Are you looking for something specific?” he asked with a beautiful smile of perfect teeth.I shook my head to get rid of my lustful, hormonal side. I must be ovulating because t