*Alberto’s POV*
I was leaning against my Maserati, scrolling through my phone, when I heard the clicking sound of heels. I was nervous just looking up. My angel was my fūcking weakness and I knew I would be lost with just one look.
“Sono pronto per il mio viaggio, Padrino.” (Italian for “I am ready for my ride, Padrino.”) She said in a soft voice that instantly made me hard. Did a reverse viagra exist because, damn it, I needed it.
“Isa.” I groaned as my eyes trailed from her feet to her head slowly. I don’t know if she fūcking noticed, but at this point, I didn’t give a shīt. If I had been good at keeping my hands away, at least I could let my eyes feast on the goddess in front of me.
“Are you okay, Padrino?” She asked gently as she popped her bubble gum inches from my ear, making me gulp. I knew looking at her would make me lose it and I was right.
“Certamente.” (Italian for “Of course.”) I said, clearing my throat before I turned to open the passenger door.
“No chauffeur?” She asked right before leaning over to climb into the car, making me rub my hard-on against her fat asš.
I was so fūcking tempted to force her to continue rubbing her asš on my junk, but I had to remember where I was and who she was.
She looked over her shoulder, making her look even more like an angel. Yet it also made me imagine her on all fours begging me to take her from behind. I shook my head like a madman, causing her to furrow her brows. “What did you ask me?” I asked her, trying to focus on something else.
“The chauffeur. Do you need one or were you going to drive?” She asked me again. Right.
“I don’t need one.” I rolled my eyes at her. “I only use them to and from the airports or when I need to take care of serious business.”
“When you are going to kill, you mean?” She asked, leaning back on my chest, making me choke on air. Yes, on fūcking air because my mouth was dry as fūck.
“You’re too young to talk about that.” I muttered as I motioned for her to get in already. She rolled her eyes at me, making me grab her by her neck. “Non dimenticare chi sono.” (Italian for “Don’t forget who I am.”) I hissed in her ear before releasing her. The whimpering sound she made only caused me to ruin my fūcking boxers. I had to look down to make sure my cūm didn’t seep through the pants.
“Oh, thank God.” I muttered to myself when I noticed I was still good.
She got into the car and I closed the door after her. I felt like punching something because of losing fūcking control again. She just really knows how to test my patience and make me hard, unknowingly.
“At least we are alone and get to catch up.” Isa said as soon as I got in the driver’s seat. “You know after years of avoiding me.”
“I wasn’t—” I was saying when I stopped myself. I’m a man that always speaks it how it is, but did I really want her to know it was true? She would have so many questions afterwards that I would end up confessing my sick obsession. She would hate me and I couldn’t have that. “That’s not true.” I concluded, glancing at her sideways.
I put the car in drive as she mumbled. “What was that, Isa?” I asked, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up .
“I said that it wasn’t what it seemed like.” She said louder, making me sigh.
“You wouldn’t understand, my angel.” I said, releasing her chin and focusing on the drive.
“Why do you call me your angel, Padrino?” She asked as her hand reached for my thigh, leaving it there. I almost cām again from the feeling. I’m going to have to handle my cōck today without a doubt. It’s been several hours of blue balls and that hurts like a bītch. Not to mention, lightly cūmming from a little rub on my cōck and a whimper? Come on now.
“Because you are. The moment your mom placed you in my arms, I knew you were always going to be my angel. We were all so young when they had you, but I promised your dad to always be there for you, no matter what happened. I think that’s why those two crazy fools picked a nineteen year old to be the godfather of their newborn.” I replied, trying not to concentrate on how perfect this felt. Her hand on me as we had a casual conversation. I had to ignore the feeling in my heart because I knew it could never be.
“That doesn’t make me an angel, Padrino.” She whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder. Her hand caressed up my leg, inches away from brushing against my cōck before she lifted it to my arm. “I’m far from it.”
“Far from it?” I asked, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Between her proximity, touch, warm breath against my ear, and her words, my cōck was throbbing.
“Yes, but unless you are changing careers to become a priest, I can’t tell you.” She giggled softly. My foot pressed on the accelerator as I drove down the road, swerving between cars. I had a feeling that I didn’t want to know why she thinks she is far from an angel. Or I did want to know. I just shouldn’t for my sanity.
“So, do you have any girlfriends?” She asked me after some time of silence.
“I don’t date.” I replied through clenched teeth. Not because I didn’t want to answer her questions, but because I was seconds away from forcing her on my dīck. Damn it. I didn’t fūcking remember the warehouses being this far.
“Oh, I see I got that from you then.” She giggled, making my grip on the steering wheel tighten.
“Don’t say that. Surely you have dated.” I said, begging to whoever was listening up there that she hadn’t dated. Yeah, I’m a selfish fūcker.
“I can’t date. No one can give me what I like for it to be worth settling down for.” She said, smiling at me.
“Which is?” I asked quickly. I was fūcking curious. I couldn’t help it.
“A dom-sub relationship.” She replied just as I had parked in front of the warehouse. Wait a fūcking minute. Did she say a dom-sub relationship?
*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.”