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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-SIX.
Leaning against the wall, I place the palm of my hand against my forehead. We've looked everywhere for Scarlett, and she is nowhere to be found. Ryan has taken the liberty to interrogate the nurses himself, and unfortunately, he has come back empty-handed. My heart won't stop racing with every breath I take, and my stomach feels like it has grown teeth, and it’s eating me from the inside out as I fear each breath I take can possibly be my last.“Three bombs.”Those were the hacker's words.They are willing to kill hundreds of people for one life. Ryan and I returned to the nurse's station to regroup and devise a fresh strategy for tracking Scarlett down. She couldn't have gotten very far.As we approach our destination, taking note that the desk is surrounded by agents once again as we get closer, I also notice that Alessandro is sitting in the desk chair.I shake my head, "what the fuck is he up to?" I think to myself, as I exhale deeply through my nostrils. The man has a de
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-SEVEN.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I sit paralysed as I watch Scarlett raise the gun to her chest, pointing the gun at my Ivy.The blood drains from my face, my eyes dart back and forth between the two women and for once in my life, I am at a loss for what to do.I cast my gaze back to Ivy, she looks hell-bent on letting Scarlett instil the ferocious sensation of fear in her. She takes a calculated step forward with her gaze heavily trained on the gun, and she raises her hands in mid-air. “I just want to answer the phone.” She says loud and clear in an even tone.Good Farfalla, don’t show her an ounce of your fear.“If I don't, they have threatened to start shooting and activate the bombs they have scattered through the hospital.” Ivy continues to speak as she holds her head up high and takes another step. “Hurt her, and I will make it rain with your blood,” I mutter under my breath to Scarlett, feeling the muscles on the side of my neck throbbing.I need to distract Scarlett. I need t
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-EIGHT.
I'm about two feet away from Alessandro, and he's looking at me like he wants to devour me for dessert. My body shivers with the memory of his face plunged deep within my thighs, his velvety-like tongue licking the folds of my sex and his hot breath fanning my feverish skin. The tip of his tongue darts out of his mouth, sweeping over the bow on his top lip, deliberately caressing it with his eyes slowly looking me up from my toes to my head.Shit!My step falters, and I stumble into his embrace as he catches me, settling me on his lap with one arm wrapped around my torso in a vice-like grip. I hear him suck in a sharp, painful breath, and I look up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. His wound…“Ciao, Clary. It seems I have something you want yet again, old friend.” Alessandro answers the phone in a nonchalant tone, his fingertips drawing lazy figure eights on my hip.As I stand to give him some privacy and room to move about freely, he pulls me back down on his lap, meeting my ga
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-NINE.
I don't wince, flinch or freeze as I thought I would.I want this.I want his kisses, his affection, and his attention. I don't care that his heart might still belong to Rose.Tonight, could be our last night together, my last chance to know what it's like to be wanted.So tonight, I'm choosing to be selfish.I am choosing Alessandro. I kiss him back, matching his fever for possession, and domination. Gods!I pour every emotion that's coursing through my veins into our kiss.The distress, anguish, heartache, and hunger.My quivering body is being fuelled by the yearning for Alessandro to take over the reins of my terror.It is as if everything begins to fade away around me. The caressing of our lips and the faint gasps that escape my mouth drown out the surrounding commotion. “You're too much Farfalla,” he whispers between kisses, “you make a wounded man cripple with need. My balls are blue and it fucking hurts.” His voice is hoarse, desperate, and full of need. My inner goddes
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY.
I look down at my shaking hands that match the tremor in my heart.Nothing can prepare you for a moment like this, even if you have been forewarned. You just don't think of the worst that is to come because deep down in your heart, you pray that the stars will continue to align themselves. "Farfalla,” His voice rips through the air as the double doors crash open. “Are you all right?” “I. The machine stopped.” I gulp, suppressing the sob that wants to break free from my burning throat. “Ryan’s gone down to check the generators. It's only this side of the building that's gone dark.” He reaches out, pulling me into his arms. “Your papa won't die straight away, amore mio. He will struggle to breathe, but he won't die.” Alessandro says in a firm tone, needing me to hear him through the blood pumping loudly in my ears.I nod my head, clinging to his chest, and I can hear him breathing in shallow tones. “You should sit down,” I whisper, “you've been shot, and you're walking around like
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-ONE.
Stirring in my sleep, I roll over to my side, slowly blinking my eyes in a butterfly effect, willing them to open.The first thought that springs to mind is that the smell of heavy disinfectant no longer assaults my nostrils, leaving a slight stinging sensation behind.I’ve never liked the smell of hospitals.I hate hospitals altogether with a passion. It’s a place where people come to die in my family… My father!In a state of panic, I sit up in the bed, frantically taking in my surroundings, realising that I am no longer at the hospital.“Alessandro…” I breathe out his name as I exhale sharply.Scarlett. The bombs…O.M.G… What happened?Combing my fingers through my hair, I freeze the instant a heavy hand snakes around my torso, forcing me backwards, my head hits the soft pillows. “Buongiorno, amore mio.” A husky voice whispers in my ear. “You called me?”The panic that was slowly drilling into my bones, dissipates, replacing it with relief.Slowly, reminding myself to be cautious
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-TWO.
I'm not classically trained to walk a runway or strip like a skilled dancer. I'm not even sure I should be doing this. It could end horribly wrong, and I could end up regretting this after I make a big dicking of myself. But after this morning, I feel like I owe Alessandro, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since I left his room.I'm standing outside Alessandros’ office with my hand raised mid-air, and I begin to think twice about whether I should knock or not.What if he rejects me?Taking one final look at myself, I peer down at the creamy white silk robe that clings to my body like glue. Underneath, my body is wrapped up in the skimpiest lingerie I own. My physique burns with an undying fire that makes me nervous. The thought of giving Don Valentino a lap dance makes me crazy with desire. I don't know why I thought this would be a fun and slow-burning seduction to thank him for all that he has done for me. But here I stand. With my hand still raised, I take the plunge, k
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-THREE.
“Oh, you know… just a measly nine minutes.” I sing out in an airy tone. “Do you think you can control yourself for a full nine minutes, Don Valentino? After all, it’s still a single digit.” “Are you trying to unman me, Farfalla?” His jaw ticks. “Would it only take nine minutes to unman you? The biggest, baddest, wolf in all of Aotearoa?” My brow arches as I glide my hand through the valley of my breasts and down my torso. “Cazzo!” He breathes out, “Are you sure you want this? You need to be certain that you want me to fill you as my hands caress every inch of your tempting body.” “I'll be yours to use for your enjoyment. My body is yours to use however you please.” I breathe with excitement, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, knowing how sexually wild it makes him. His jaw locks as his eyes don't leave my breasts, and every muscle in his delicious body tenses. If I am to be brutally honest. I am shit fucking scared. I know what I want, but I am uncertain if my mind can
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