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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
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-FOUR.
“That's right, baby, take all of me.” He growls as he bites down on his lower lip, thrusting his hips. My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan. I struggle to breathe as he gives me every inch of his rigid cock, and I take it without resisting. I want him, I need every delicious inch he has to offer, filling my mouth. We mark each other in our most intimate places, claiming one another as my nude lipstick smears across the base of his cock. A forewarning to all the skanks that this man is mine. Saliva tinged with premium pre-cum slides down the side of my mouth, down my chin and lands on my breasts. I swirl the tip of my tongue over the mushroom of his cock, slowly gliding the tip of my tongue along his throbbing vein along his shaft as I take him in my mouth, inch by inch. “Cazzo, Ivy.” His grip tightens on my hair, leaving a wake of pain. “So good, so… Fucking good…” He moans hoarsely. I continue to lick and suck him, placing my hand at the base of his shaft, and I stroke hi
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-FIVE.
His brows knit together, “to keep my bed warm?” He mutters, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my cheekbone. I swallow thickly as I gaze into his clear blue eyes and lose myself in the depths of their beauty. “Mmmhmm.” A ghostly smirk curls on the corner of his mouth, “that’s not what I have planned for you, amore mio.” I sighed with relief as I start to feel tired all of a sudden. “You know, I’m pretty disappointed that you tore my thong into pieces.” I watch him throw the cloth into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll replace them. Though, it would save me a lot of money if you just skip wearing underwear altogether.” He places his arms on either side of my body, caging me in his embrace, and he winks at me. I snort, “It would save you money if you had a little self-restraint and stopped tearing them flush from my body like a hormonal schoolboy.” “I. Was. In. Control.” He states smugly, “are you proud of me?” Leanin
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-SIX.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. Nervously fiddling with my gold-plated cuff links, I wait at the bottom of the staircase for Ivy to make her grand entrance. I turn my head to the side and peer down at Savannah. She endlessly spins around in a circle, playing with the puffy skirt of her dress, giggling. One corner of my mouth kicks up as my heart skips a beat. Knowing that my blood courses through her veins don’t make me love her more than I did before I found out. She has had all my love from the get-go, and I have loved her fiercely as if she were my own. Savannah is the only heir to the Valentino empire but first, I need to pick out all the weeds before I allow her to take over. I move my shirt's collar to the side by hooking my index finger through it. I feel like I'm suffocating. I hate attending these formal fundraiser galas. Mixing and mingling with people is not my forté. But I understand that it must be done, and this time around, it shouldn't feel too crucial as m
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-SEVEN.
The sleek, black SUV glides to a graceful halt just outside the magnificent grand hotel. Its tyres whispering against the pavement, the only sound breaking the stillness of the evening. The vehicle exudes an air of power and sophistication, its polished exterior gleaming under the glow of the streetlights. As the engine purrs to a stop, the dazzling flashes of a dozen cameras flicker. Alessandro shifts to look at me, “are you ready, Farfalla?” He asks me with a look of uncertainty crossing his handsome face. Anxiety slowly starts to lick my feverish skin with the niggling sensation of anticipation of what the night is to bring. I look at Savannah, who currently has her face pressed against the tinted window, gazing outside. I nod my head, “yes,” I whisper. “Let's get the show on the road.” I smile nervously as my hands start to sweat. Alessandro nods his head with a scowl on his monotonous face. “ If the night gets too much for you and you want to leave, let me know and
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