*Alberto’s POV*
I finally pulled myself together and chugged the now cool coffee before getting up. I walked into the bathroom and jumped inside the shower quickly. I looked down at my erection and sighed.
“Maybe tonight, bud.” I mumbled before grabbing some of my Dior shower gel and scrubbing my body with it.
Before I knew it, I was drying myself with a towel. I set the towel over my shoulders as I grabbed my toothbrush, squeezing the minty toothpaste over it. I quickly brushed my teeth and wiped my mouth with the hand towel on the cabinet. After flossing and using my mouthwash, I hung my towel and headed back into my bedroom.
As soon as I looked up, my eyes grew wide in shock.
“Padrino!” Isa gasped as her eyes grew wide.
Fūck! I wasn’t expecting her to return. “Isa.” I groaned, hiding my cōck with both hands before turning around. “Can you give me a moment?”
“Hai bisogno che mi giri?” (Italian for “Do you need me to turn around?”) She asked me, making me turn my face to the side.
I saw her eyes roam my back slowly. I totally felt like she was eye fūcking me, but that can’t be. “Can you?” I gulped as she laughed, covering her eyes with her fingers. “Girati, Isadora.” (Italian for “Turn around, Isadora.”) I told her, closing my eyes to control my growing erection yet again. And I had just gotten it under control.
“Guastafeste.” (Italian for “Party pooper.”) She muttered before turning around. I swear if she doesn’t stop her teasing, I don’t know if I will be able to hold back. I mean, I don’t think she means it as a tease, but that’s how my fūcking cōck is taking it.
I quickly walked towards the drawers and pulled on my black Calvin Klein boxers. As I was walking towards the closet, she started talking.
“So…” Isa’s voice came over my shoulder, making me jump.
“Fūck.” I hissed, making her laugh.
“I didn’t think you were such a…” She said, making me face her. I glared in warning as she pursed her lips. “Jumpy person.” She finished with a smile.
“Why did you come back?” I asked her as I turned towards the closet again, grabbing my black trousers and putting them on.
“Papa.” She sighed. “He left for the warehouse and said to tell you to meet him there.”
“Okay.” I replied as I grabbed my black dress shirt. “Was that all?” I asked, buttoning my shirt quickly.
“Actually, no.” She said, smiling widely. “I need a ride.”
“Where’s your car, Isa?” I asked her with brows furrowed. I know for a fact that her father wouldn’t have her carless.
“I let Mattias borrow it.” She whispered as her hands reached forward to finish buttoning my shirt. I tried to swallow, but my throat had gotten so fūcking dry from her proximity. I couldn’t even think straight.
“Why?” I practically moaned before clearing my throat. ‘She is just buttoning your shirt, Alberto. Get it together.’ I chastised myself.
“He needed to get to his dealer and—” She was saying, making me clench my jaw.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked, making her smile.
“He needed to meet up with some friends.” She giggled as she placed her hands flat against my chest. “And he didn’t have his Porsche here.”
I can’t even bear to talk about the fūcker. I already hate him so much.
“Where do you need a ride to?” I asked her, walking out of the closet and making her sigh. I couldn’t have her hands on me any longer. My pants were tight as fūck again.
“To the warehouse, of course.” She replied, batting her eyes. I squinted my eyes at her, waiting for her to explain herself. “Must you know everything?” She asked, rolling her eyes.
My hand instinctively reached for her neck, squeezing lightly as I brought her face towards me. The dominant alpha in me had slightly taken over.
“Watch your mouth, young lady.” I muttered as I watched her bite her bottom lip.
“Si, Padrino.” She replied as she rubbed her legs together, almost making me loose it again. Fūck, this was dangerous.
*Isadora’s POV*
Let’s just say that when I set my eyes on something, I don’t stop until I get it. The problem this time was that he wasn’t like the others. He was my padrino and that complicated shīt so fūcking much. But if I must be honest, it turned me on even more. It didn’t matter how complicated it was though. I was going to make it happen. I’m a Blanco and we always get what we want.
That’s why I came back into his room. I needed an excuse to see him again. When we kissed, I immediately knew that I would be able to get him in my bed sooner than I had anticipated. And boy did I want him to fūck me and tame me so fūcking bad.
I don’t know if he feels attracted to me like I feel with him, but I will make it happen. No one has ever resisted my charms and I had a plan in place to make him mine. I have been thinking about my seduction plan since my eighteenth birthday. I expected him to visit that year, but he didn’t show up, making me angry at him for some time.
“Si, Padrino.” I replied to him when he went all dominant on me. Honestly, I came a little. And that was just from him showing his dominance. The fūcking moment he touches me where I wanted, I’m sure I’ll be his personal cūm machine. And no, I would not mind him making me feel good that many times.
I grabbed the hand he had placed around my neck and gently squeezed it. If he didn’t let go of me now, I would rip his pants off to see his very large cōck again. I didn’t want to seem desperate though. I wanted him, but I wanted to tease him first and make him lose his mind. That’s how I always have them eating out of my hands. But again, he is different.
I have a feeling that he will be able to satisfy my every desire and fantasy.
He finally released his hold on my neck, rubbing his fingers gently over the hand print that I’m sure he left behind. “I’m sorry, angel.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I tend to lose my temper quite easily.”
“I understand.” I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. He gulped, pulling away quickly. “I will change really quickly and meet you in the car.” I told him before walking off.
“You never told me why you wanted to go to the warehouse.” He shouted after me, making me stop.
‘Right. Because that was a bullshīt excuse to get closer to you.’ I thought to myself before smiling at him. “Nothing. I have been having trouble with my handgun and needed to pick up a new one.” I said innocently. Yes, I am the best at playing the innocent little girl card. That’s what has gotten me out of so many punishments with my dad. Which, by the way, could never find out that I want to sleep with his best friend. He would probably go crazy. He really killed one of my guy friends that he caught thrusting into me in our movie theater. Poor guy. Dad didn’t even let him cūm before blowing his brains out.
I had to be careful with my Padrino though. I wouldn’t want dad to hurt him too. Not that he wouldn’t put up a fight. Padrino and dad are equally as powerful.
What’s crazy is that I thought seeing him again would take my little desire away, but no, it really did get worse. I hadn’t seen him physically for years, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t seen his pictures. He is a hot icon in Miami and is photographed often. That and the pictures dad had taken with him throughout the years. That’s why I was so pissed that he had missed so many birthdays and never visited. My only birthday wish this year was to have him balls deep inside of me. And I was going to make sure that my birthday wish came true.
He didn’t respond to me, so I just walked out of his room and made the walk to mine. As soon as I entered my room, I ran to the closet, picking out the sexiest outfit I could find. I wanted to break him. Break him to the point of losing all self control and giving me what I want.
I grabbed the high-waisted skinny jeans and see-through, lace body suit before throwing it on myself. I grabbed the white strappy heels before putting on my gold Rolex, hoops, and Italian chain necklace set. I put on a little foundation, mascara, and red lipstick before turning to the mirror. I looked at myself in it, feeling satisfied instantly with my look, per usual.
‘Try to keep your hands off me now, Padrino.’ I thought to myself as I grabbed my purse and phone before leaving the room.
*Alberto’s POV* “What the fūck is this, Alberto!” I heard Francisco hiss from behind me, making me close my eyes and squeeze Isa’s asš gently for her to unlock her legs. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid and fūck, did he find out in the worst way possible. “My fūcking brother.” He laughed darkly as I unhooked Isa’s legs from my waist before setting her on her feet. “Papa—” Isa exhaled, but Francisco interrupted. “Don’t fūcking talk to me right now, Isadora Blanco Di Luca.” He spat, making me grit my teeth. “I’m talking to him!” “Get out of here, Angel.” I whispered in her ear as I reached for the robe on the bed and handed it to her. “No, Padrino.” She replied in a quivery voice as she looked behind me in slight panic. “I can’t fūcking believe this. I can’t! How could you do this to me!” He snarled, pressing the gun to the back of my head. At this point, I didn’t know if he would shoot or not. It wasn’t his style to shoot someone behind their backs, but he did cat
*Alberto’s POV* “If you don’t get out of there this damn second, I’m breaking this fūcking door down.” I muttered as I banged on the bathroom door. Maybe I had gone overboard earlier with her, but she needed to be taught a lesson. It was not any easier for me. That, and I couldn’t risk Francisco finding us. Like actually finding us this time. I’ll make it up to her after dinner though. I’ll make her pūssy cūm like it never had. “Leave me alone!” She shouted back, making me grind my teeth together before stepping back and kicking the door open. “What the fūck?” She yelped, turning around quickly only for me to grab her by her neck and pull her closer to me. “You’re testing my fūcking patience, Angel. You don’t want to see me upset.” I informed her through clenched teeth. “Now get your pretty little asš outside before I spank you so fūcking hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” She rolled her eyes before leaning forward. “Promises, promises.” She mumbled, clicking her tong
*Isadora’s POV* We both held our breaths as we waited for my father to leave the area. I wasn’t face smashed drunk, but more of a happy medium, though Padrino would probably beg to differ, which was totally okay because I was still upset with him for keeping things away from me. As soon as I heard my father’s retreating footsteps, I exhaled in relief. Dio, that was a close call. I looked at Padrino as he glared at me before I pressed my lips together to not laugh. What? I can’t help how hot he looked when he glared at me. But he wasn’t so upset when he was balls deep in my mouth. Regardless, only I was allowed to be upset right now. “Put your top on.” He hissed through clenched teeth, making me raise a brow at him. “Aren’t we going to finish what we started?” I asked him in disbelief. My fire needed quenching if he didn’t want me to be even more upset. My happy medium state was long gone and all I wanted was his dīck to be pounding into me. “You have to be fūcking with me. You
*Alberto’s POV* “Che cazzo è questo?” (Italian for “What the fūck is this?”) I asked through clenched teeth as Isa looked up from the lounge chair before she squinted at me. “Oh, look who gifted us with his presence.” Isa spat in a slurred voice, making me even more pissed. I rolled my neck before turning my glare to Amadeo, who handed me a towel. I ripped it from his hands before motioning with my head for them to leave. Before anyone else could utter another word, they all practically scrambled away, leaving me with Isa, her friend, and her mother. I was about to speak, but Isa moved to flip over and I couldn’t have her fūcking topless in here. One of the guys could come back and I’d have to kill them all because they peeped at her bare breāsts. I threw the towel on her to cover her up before wrapping my arms around her and sitting on the lounge chair with her. “What were you fūcking thinking?” I hissed in her ear before looking at Giulia, who raised her martini glass to her
*Penelope’s POV* I was still horrified that one of Alberto’s men saw Edgardo and me yet again in such an intimate way. And the worst part was that he was assigned to watch us while we waited for them to finish whatever the hell it was that they were doing. Dio, I couldn’t even look his way without feeling dirty. As soon as Isa pulled me out of the living room, we went to her room so that she could change before meeting with her mother in the pool room. I hadn’t thought of being here for long, so I didn’t even bother to pack a bathing suit for myself. Unfortunately, since Isa insisted on lending me one of hers and guess who won that battle? I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and blew out a breath of air. “What are those men going to think when they see me in this?” I grumbled under my breath as I looked at the deep v-cuts on my sides, exposing completely the sides of my breāsts. I mean, what else would they think if everyone knew my mother and I were poor? They wou
***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE*** *Edgardo’s POV* As soon as the door closed after Alberto, I turned to Penelope. “So?” I murmured in her ear, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I think we had some unfinished business.” “I don’t recall any unfinished business.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes as I gripped her neck tightly. “Actually,” She added, pursing her lips. “I do remember you acting like a bossy asšhole. Was that it?” I lowered my face while I pressed my lips against her ear, slowly nibbling on her earlobe before sucking on the small section underneath it. “Trying to get me to fūck you, are you?” I chuckled lowly, making her whimper and try to push me off. Try because her tiny asš wasn’t strong enough to get me off. “Arrogant asšhole.” She moaned as I rubbed my semi-hard cōck against her core. I’d bet she was dripping for me. “Yeah?” I breathed against her neck, making her shiver before I pushed her back towards the couches they were on. “Tell me more, little girl.”