MasukOne year later.I stood on the balcony of the penthouse, the city lights glittering below like stars that had fallen to earth. The silk robe I wore barely covered my body, the cool night air brushing against my skin. My hand rested on the railing as I looked out at the view I had come to love.So much had changed.Nonna Rosa was still with us. Weak, but alive. My herbs, my care, and the best doctors money could buy had given her more time. She laughed more these days. She called me her “angel granddaughter” and hugged me like I was blood. Every time I saw her smile, my chest felt warm.And Alessandro…The man who had once been my contract husband had become something else entirely.The sliding door opened behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. I could feel his presence like a heat against my back.His arms wrapped around me from behind, strong and possessive. One hand slid under my robe, cupping my breast, the other dipping between my legs, fingers stroking my al
Alessandro stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock throbbing as I panted on top of him, my chest heaving, my pussy still fluttering around his length from the intense orgasm.He didn’t pull out.Instead, he gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, and suddenly flipped me over like I was a ragdoll. In one powerful motion, he had me on all fours, my fat ass up in the air, face pressed into the sheets.“Fuck,” he growled, spreading my ass cheeks wide open with both hands, exposing my dripping pussy and tight little hole completely.He thrust back into me from behind — hard, deep, and nasty. His hips slapped loudly against my ass as he pounded me like a fucking animal. Every brutal thrust made my ass ripple and jiggle obscenely.“Take that cock,” he muttered, gripping my hips tighter as he fucked my pussy. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Getting fucked like a dirty little whore by your husband.”I moaned loudly, pushing my ass back desperately to meet every s
Alessandro hovered over me, breathing hard, his eyes dark with raw hunger. His thick cock rested heavy against my inner thigh, hot and throbbing. I was still trembling from the intense orgasm he’d forced out of me with his mouth, my pussy soaked and sensitive. He leaned down, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Fuck, I love when he kisses me! When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I bit my lip, nodding shyly. My face burned with embarrassment. “Yes…” Something shifted in his eyes — a mix of surprise, dark satisfaction, and something almost tender. He brushed my hair out of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “I’ll be careful, I promise...” he murmured. “At first.” He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing the thick head of his very very impressive cock up and down my dripping slit, coating himself in my wetness. He pressed forward slowly, just the tip slipping inside me. I gasped sharply at the stretch befor
I knew exactly what I was doing.Over the next week, I turned up the charm with Matteo every single time he came over. I laughed at his jokes a little too loudly. I touched his arm when he teased me. I wore shorter dresses and smiled at him like he was the most interesting man in the room.And I made sure Alessandro saw every second of it.Matteo was shameless. He flirted openly, calling me “beautiful” and “dangerous” in front of his brother. He’d lean in close when we talked, his hand brushing mine, his eyes full of dirty promises.I was actually confused by this though, why would a brother be so vulgar with his brother’s woman? Was that how easy it was in their world?Alessandro watched it all in silence.His jaw would clench. His eyes would darken. His hand would tighten around his glass until his knuckles turned white. But he didn’t say a word. He just simmered.I loved it.I wanted him to lose control, maybe then he’d pin me to a wall again and fucking touch me!One evening, Matt
I couldn’t move for what felt like hours. Oh God! This man basically ravaged my entire pussy.I lay there on the massive bed, legs still spread, my body trembling with aftershocks, my pussy throbbing and leaking. My mind was a complete mess — pleasure, shame, confusion, and something dangerously close to craving all mixed together.He just ate me like I was his last meal… and then left. Fuck… this just made me realize I wanted more of this, I need it! I need to feel it again no matter what and I am going to make sure I get it!I eventually dragged myself to the shower, legs shaky, and tried to wash away the evidence of what happened. But I couldn’t wash away the memory of his tongue, his fingers, the way he held me down while I came so hard I almost blacked out.The next few days were strange as fuck to be honest… it was tiring.Alessandro was gone more than usual. Business, he said. But the tension in the penthouse was thicker than ever. I caught myself waiting for him again — listen
I woke up to the most overwhelming, mind-melting pleasure I had ever felt in my life.A deep, throaty moan tore from my throat before my eyes even opened. My hips rolled instinctively, chasing the source of that wet, hot, perfect sensation between my legs. My pussy was throbbing, dripping, completely drenched in a way I didn’t even know was possible.When my eyes finally fluttered open, the sight that greeted me made my breath catch in a sharp gasp.Alessandro… what the fuck?His dark head was buried between my spread thighs, his strong hands gripping the back of my knees, holding my legs wide open. His mouth was on me — devouring me. His tongue dragged slowly, luxuriously up my soaked slit, then circled my swollen clit with devastating precision before sucking it into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure.“Oh my god… Alessandro—” I whimpered, my voice breaking.Confusion crashed into the pleasure for a split second. I tried to jerk away, my hands flying down to push at hi
I could barely breathe with him this close.Alessandro’s body was radiating heat, his bare chest inches from mine, one hand braced beside my head on the door. The towel around his waist looked like it was barely hanging on. My brain was screaming at me to push him away, but my body was frozen, trai
The first few days passed in a strange, quiet blur.Alessandro was barely around. He left early in the morning and returned late at night — if he came back at all. Sometimes I heard the front door open at 2 or 3 AM, his low voice speaking to someone on the phone, then silence. Part of me was terrif
The pen felt like a loaded gun in my hand.I stared at the thick contract on the dark mahogany table, the words blurring together as my heart hammered against my ribs. One year. One year of my life in exchange for my father’s life and the mountain of debt he’d buried us under.My father sat beside
He released my wrists from the hook but kept the cuffs on. In one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasped as he carried me across the room like I weighed nothing and laid me down on the large padded table in the center.“Legs up,” he ordered, his voice







