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14 | Breaking Point
NiMarieHello my beautiful readers! I have lots of ideas in my head for this story, so it makes it difficult to update as frequent. I do have 3 ongoing stories. Once I finish one of them, this one can pick up. What did you think of Giulia's pov? Who do you think called Padrino? And how did you feel of Pengardo's new experience? They'll definitely be visiting room one though. LOL. Don't forget to join Mademoiselle Marie's Boudoir for details on updates and giveaways! XOXO.
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Her Forbidden Desire 15 | Sensory Overload
*Penelope’s POV* I don’t recognize myself. The fact that the little show actually made me so wet and Edgardo… Well, had me at the brink before pulling away had my emotions clashing. I was horny as hell, and I was pissed. How could he just tease my poor pūssy like that? She has feelings too, you know? I looked around briefly, realizing the little hallway was getting pretty full, and leaned into Edgardo’s face as I poked his chest. “You can’t just tease my body as you wish and where you wish,” I sneered, making him chuckle lowly, sending the vibrations right to my aching pūssy. Well, r.i.p. panties. “You sure about that?” He taunted as he wrapped his hands around my small wrists before twisting me around and pinning both hands behind me. “Need I remind you that you, Penelope Benedetti, are all fūcking mine?” I cleared my throat while trying to hide my flushed cheeks from the nearby onlookers. I wanted to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, but I quite like his package and woul
Her Forbidden Desire 16 | Unexpected Revelations
*Alberto’s POV* “Cosa abbiamo?” (Italian: What do we have?) I grunted, climbing into the back seat right after Francisco. “Russians,” Edgardo stated as I raised my brow at him. “The Petrovs to be exact.” Petrovs. That rings a fūcking bell. Francisco squinted at him for a moment before speaking up. “They are not trying to help us.” “We don’t know that,” I told him as I motioned for Edgardo to proceed. “This is not the Alberto I know,” he grumbled in response before the door opened again and Aurelio climbed behind the wheel, making Edgardo grind his teeth. “Focus,” I growled at Edgardo before ripping the tablet from his hands as Aurelio backed up the SUV. Edgardo cleared his throat and leaned forward. “The son took over recently after his sister went missing and his father started making rookie mistakes.” “Like attacking one of my warehouses.” Francisco scoffed. “I thought you had shīt under control here,” I growled, glaring at him as he rolled his eyes. “I did have it und
Her Forbidden Desire 17 | More Fūcking Problems
*Alberto’s POV* “Fūck, angel,” I groaned as I pushed her against the bed and ripped her tiny dress right through the middle. “I missed you so much.” “Padrino,” she cried, spreading her legs further apart for me. “I want you. Need you.” “Me too, angel. Me fūcking too,” I growled as I popped the button of my pants open and lowered the zipper. She watched me with hunger as I pulled out my throbbing cōck. The tip of my shaft leaked with pre-cūm at the thought of being so close to home. My cōck and I have never been so desperate to be inside of a woman before. “Fūck me, Alberto,” she begged me with hooded eyes as her teeth worried her bottom lip. “Patience, angel,” I hissed as my hand slowly caressed up and down her body. First my thumb trailed her pouty lips before my rough knuckles stroked her jaw and then her neck. My eyes and hands mesmerized at the beautiful woman before me. I’d never bow down to anyone but Isadora Blanco Di Luca. A fact that even I can’t believe crossed my mi
Her Forbidden Desire 18 | Bloody Mess
*Isadora’s POV* I barely had a chance to pull my hair back when I started puking into the toilet. This has been my morning routine for a few days now, which was insane since I’m on a strike and haven’t really been eating. A knock on the door had me groaning before more vomit came out of my mouth like a fūcking exorcist. Fūck me bro. “Leave me alone,” I whined into the toilet as I tied my hair into a messy bun before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Your husband is on the phone,” one of Mattias’ little lap dogs grunted from the other side of the door. I hate it when they call him my husband, but that’s really what that asšhole is. “Go away,” I finally grumbled, only for the loser to continue knocking like the pest that he was. With a heavy sigh and only when I was sure I was done throwing up my intestines, I stood up and flushed the toilet before making my way to the sink. The insistent knocking was really pissing me off, but I ignored it and proceeded to brush my
Her Forbidden Desire 19 | Unwelcome Situations
*TRIGGER WARNING* . . . *I'M SO SERIOUS | YOU'VE BEEN WARNED* *Alberto’s POV* I walked into my basement as I rolled up my sleeves. The room smelled—reeked of blood, sweat, and piss. As it should, of course. My men surrounded Santoro’s already bleeding figure as he hung from the ceiling by his arms. “I hope he’s awake already,” Francisco hissed from behind me. “Because I’m itching to have some fun.” “Me too, Fratello. Me too.” I said as my men opened a path for Francisco and me. As soon as Santoro heard our footsteps, he lifted his head and smiled at us cockily. I really hate the fūcker. Him and his son. “It took you long enough,” he stated calmly before spitting out blood to the side. “You’d think he wouldn’t be so cocky when he’s going to die,” Francisco hissed as he ripped open his shirt. Unlike me, Francisco tended to prefer to have his shirt off when things were about to get extra bloody. Me? The more blood, the better, and I could care less if my clothes was d
Her Forbidden Desire 20 | Exhausting
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* “Get me a doctor,” I hissed over my shoulder before one of my guys turned to get one of the doctors we had on call in here as instructed. I was honestly surprised that Santoro had held this long without passing out, but if we don’t treat his wounds soon, he may die on us, and I still had lots of fun planned for him. Not to mention that he still hadn’t talked. Motherfūcker. Which reminds me… I turned towards the torture table and wiped the blood off my hands before reaching for my phone. I quickly pressed on the message button and found exactly what I was looking for. Or hope to find, that is. Petrov: Let’s talk before I give you a location. Call me when you are ready to talk. I gripped my phone tighter as I exhaled. 5 4 3 “What’d they say?” Francisco asked me as he peered over my shoulder. I sucked on my teeth before pressing the call icon and lifting the phone to my ear. Petrov answered on the first ring, not allowing me enough time
Her Forbidden Desire 21 | Tested Patience
*Isadora’s POV* It was a good thing that Mattias had to meet with someone before the actual meeting between capos that he had told me about because he didn’t have time to force himself on me. Being that we were short on time, he barely said a word to me while we got ready. His cologne was also making me feel even more queasy, so I can’t promise I wouldn’t have barfed all over him if he had gotten any closer than he was. As soon as I stepped out of the closet in the tight skirt, silver, lace and backless shirt with six-inch heels, Mattias stopped buttoning the cufflinks on his shirt. His eyes slowly scanned my body, making me uncomfortable. I finally moved and walked towards the bathroom, hoping like hell that he wouldn’t ignore the fact that we were running late, and he wouldn’t get any ideas. I looked into the mirror, catching his eyes as he approached me from behind. My heart hammered in my chest when I noticed the intention in his eyes. The vomit burned my throat as I forced
Her Forbidden Desire 22 | Broken Moments
*Alberto’s POV* “Fūcking traitors,” Francisco hissed under his breath as we continued to listen to all the bottom feeders strategize against us. Even with the masks, we knew who was who. I had my lucky knife in my hand while I opened and closed it like a lunatic as I listened to those assholes. Fūck it. I’m a lunatic and I’m proud. “So any idea when we are moving in?” One of them asked Ventura as he scratched his beard. Isa’s eye twitched as she glared back at the asshole, but Santoro placed his hand on her exposed thigh and squeezed it hard, earning a soft gasp to escape her lips. I stopped midway closing my knife while I watched them tensely. “Do you need help controlling your bītch?” Ventura asked Santoro with an amused smile. “I’m going to fūcking kill him,” Francisco sneered under his breath before holding his hand out to stop me from jumping to my feet. “That makes two of us,” I muttered back, already calculating every way to make him bleed. Santoro pulled Isa on hi
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