เข้าสู่ระบบFabrizio I pace back and forth across the tarmac, checking my watch every thirty seconds. They're fifteen minutes late, and I don't like it.*Maybe the old man changed his mind.*If that's the case, peace is over. I don't give a single fuck if everything goes straight to hell; I'll walk right into that house and drag her out myself. I'm never leaving her behind here again.Just as I'm about to go in after her, I see her arrive accompanied by the mummy she has for a husband and his security detail. She's dressed in athletic wear, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood pulled up to hide her gorgeous hair and her face, which is pointed straight down at the ground.My heart skips a few beats, forcing me to admit that Bianca is digging far deeper under my skin than I've ever been willing to allow.Seeing her dressed like that is rare, and it's crystal clear to me that it's a silent statement from the old man—he wants her completely covered up the second she's alone with me."Ferretti,"
Fabrizio I've spent three fucking days in Chicago, and no matter how hard I've tried to cross paths with Bianca without raising suspicion, I haven't managed it. I've been to her uncle's house, her father's house, her own house, and nothing. I've invented a thousand excuses to meet with the men who surround her, and none of them seem to have a clue. The bloody psychopath she has for a husband is walking around as cool as you please, like nothing's happening, but that doesn't mean it's true. The son of a bitch is capable of killing her and then going to a tennis match; he cares very little about the life of the woman who is supposed to be his wife. A hollow feeling settles in my stomach when I think about what might have happened to her. But as wretched as Rinaldi is, I genuinely don't think he killed her—word of that would have gotten out by now. Even though nobody actually cares about her life, he still can't hide her for that long without raising suspicion; she's his wife, not j
Fabrizio "What's wrong with her?" Enzo asks, and I'm grateful to him because I can't ask without looking way too obvious. "She hasn't answered my video calls in days. She only replies to a few messages with blunt, short sentences." "Do you think someone else might be answering for her?" "No, I think it's her, but something's wrong. Something she won't tell me, and that terrifies me." "Maybe he beat her up again and she feels like crap," Enzo suggests, and my stomach twists at the possibility. If that bastard ever lays a hand on her again, I'm not sure I can stay on the sidelines the way I promised. "Arianna thinks she might be badly disfigured," Stella explains, "and maybe that's why she doesn't want me to see her. I think she might also have some kind of injury to her mouth or jaw that keeps her from talking—maybe he fractured it or something." My whole body tightens up hearing Stella, and I ball my hands into fists to try and keep control. *"Amore*, we should do something fo
COMING SOON‼️‼️‼️ Shot by Cupid’s Arrow: Greek Myths Erotica ‼️‼️‼️ Pls rate and comment thanks 🙏 🙏🙏 Prologue The wedding of Peleus and Thetis was meant to be a celebration blessed by the heavens. Gold goblets overflowed with nectar. Music drifted through the high halls, intoxicating and sweet, while gods laughed beside mortals. The air itself shimmered with a blinding, divine light. Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory. Except one. Far beyond the warm glow of the feast stood Eris, the Goddess of Discord, her rage burning hotter than the fires of Hephaestus. To exclude Discord from a gathering of gods was foolish enough. To insult her publicly was unforgivable. While laughter echoed through the grand columns, Eris stepped silently into the fringes of the celebration. With a cruel, elegant flick of her wrist, she tossed a single golden apple into the center of the room before vanishing back into the shadows. The music stopped. The laughter died in t
Fabrizio The phone vibrates in the inner pocket of my coat, and when I pull it out and see Tylor's name, annoyance washes over me. I decline the call, ready to ignore her, but she persists. I’ve spent a couple of months brushing off her invitations. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but despite my biological needs, I have no desire to be intimate with her—with any woman, really... Well, except for a certain blonde with cherry-colored lips. I shake my head to banish the thought. I'm supposed to forget her, to step back. It was what I promised, and I’ve stuck to it, despite my own instincts. I don't understand what the hell that woman did to get inside my head the way she has. I step out of the truck when we park in front of Antonio’s house and try to focus on what I came here to do: work. I’m supposed to give him a rundown of how things are in Chicago. Thankfully, for everyone, they’re going pretty well—aside from the obvious friction and distrust, business is running
Bianca Edoardo's smile fades, his expression of happiness shifting into one of rage. He flings the test against the floor and roars in fury. I shrink back in fear as he lunges at me, grabbing a handful of my hair. "Useless, bloody whore!" he bellows right in my face. "You're not even good for getting pregnant!" Despite the panic over his reaction, a wave of relief washes over me at the knowledge that I will not be giving this monster a child. However, I have no time to dwell on it, because he immediately yanks my hair with such violence that I feel like it's going to be ripped from my scalp. Before I can process it, my face impacts the side of the toilet tank. The blow is so fast and so hard that, surprisingly, it doesn't even hurt—at least not right away. I don't know if it's shock or if my body has simply given up, but I don't feel it, not the first one. I look up at him dazed as he spins me around, spits on me, and attacks again. This time I feel it. Oh, I feel it. My cheekbone
Her p***y welcomes me, hot and wet as always. Her tight walls envelop me like a glove, and I have to contain myself so I don't finish like an adolescent because she is criminally good.I start to move slowly so I don't completely ruin her after everything we've done, but the considerations don't la
The muffled sound of the bullets relaxes me and momentarily pulls me out of the storm in my head. When the magazine empties, I take off my ear protectors and hear a throat clearing behind me. I look over my shoulder and see him leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and a stupid smi
His thrusts were deep, accurate, dragging me with each one into a deep abyss of lust and pleasure from which I had no intention of leaving.His hands slid down the inside of my thighs and moved up my body until they grabbed my breasts, which he gripped to thrust harder."Enzo," I gasped, scratching
Arianna I looked for the piece of paper in my nightstand drawer; I knew I had left it there. I finally found it at the bottom and sighed, gathering my courage before dialing the number. "Hello," a voice answered on the other end of the line. "Hello," I said. I looked at the name on the card.







