Ivan “Where have you been?” My dad demanded in fury as I stormed into the room. I huffed, opening my mouth to respond but the devil behind me beat me to it. “He was with me.” He announced, making his presence known to everyone. My dad looked past me, his eyes hardening on Cristiano’s face. “So you were behind his disappearance?” He snapped, pointing his finger at him. Cristiano didn’t bother denying it, humming in response as he sat on the chair, unfazed by the tension he was creating with his words. Still didn’t know how this was helping me get rid of that crazy bitch, Bianca. “And why are you limping?” My stepmother asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Mia must have told her about my affair with Cristiano. I didn’t respond, shooting him a dirty look. He must have planned on turning me into a cripple so I could stay by his forever. I lost count of the number of times I nutted last night. The craziest part was begging him not to stop. Like I was fucking passing out, yet I wante
Cristiano“Shut the damn curtains.” Ivan groaned, using his hands to cover his eyes as the ray of sun flashed over his face. “Are you eager to blind me?” He hissed in frustration, turning to the other side of the bed. I shook my head in amusement, walking over to the bed. “You’re giving me ideas, Ivan,” I say jokingly, running my fingers around his back. His body stiffened, but he didn’t resist. “I might just fulfill your wish, Tesoro…” I drawl, throwing the sheets off his body. “You won’t be able to look at anyone else if you can’t see, right?” My lips curled up as I stared at the whip lines on his back. His father would love my surprise. “Psychopath.” He muttered under his breath, but I heard it loud and clear. His words didn’t affect me since he was right. I crawled into the bed, snaking my arms around his thin waist. “I swear I can’t fuck today, Cristiano.” He blurted, squirming around my hold, I breathed into his ears, flipping us around. He cried in pain as his back brushed
Ivan “But you said—“ he presses a finger on my lips, cutting me off. I inhaled sharply, the bitter taste of the substance knocking my senses off. It wasn’t Coke. I had no idea what it was, but it was strong. Something new. Maybe one of Giovanni's new products.“I know what I said, Ivan…” he drawls, rubbing his thumb along my lips. “You’re going to break your promise to me tonight and get punished for it.” He smiles cruelly, tilting my chin up. “Why am I getting punished when I didn’t willingly break my promise, Tiano?” I asked quietly, taking my lower lip into my teeth. He groans, eyes following my every move. “Less talking.” He snaps, pulling me to my feet and straddling me on his lap. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his neck. He hissed, his grip on my waist tightening. “You’ve a tattoo?” I asked, licking the inked part slowly. It was surprising he wasn’t covered in tattoos like most mob bosses, but more surprising that I was only finding an inked word on his neck now. We h
Ivan I didn’t protest against his words, slowly trailing behind the big bad devil. I stared at my screen, squinting my eyes at my dad’s message that read: Where are you? I hissed, shoving the phone back into my pocket. He didn’t need to know where I was. Wonder how he would react if he found out what I was doing with his perfect son-in-law behind that noisy music. I always believed it was insulting to have sex in someone else’s home, but Cristiano changed my perspective. It was thrilling and adventurous knowing anyone could walk in. Was I losing my mind? Maybe. But then again, I always loved adventures. “Get in.” He hurled, shooting me a dirty look as I stood in front of the car with a perplexed look on my face. I glanced at him from the other end, biting my lower lip. I was having an inner conflict with the rational part of me. The part screaming at me to turn down his request and return to the party like a good boy I wasn’t. I was only a good boy for him. I shook my head, grabb
Ivan I swallowed slowly, staring at his eyes. “I want you,” I said in a low tone, hand reaching for his face, but he slapped it away. “Don’t I know that already?” He snapped, a line forming on his forehead, “Tell me something else, Ivan.” He coerced, eyes softening as he pushed my body back, rubbing my thigh with his groin. He was erected, so was I. “Something you know I want to hear…” He muttered, his lips teasing mine, and his hands moving inside my tank top. I shut my eyes, breathing deeply as I thought of what he was dying to hear. “Something you keep denying, Ivan.” He adds, biting my neck and flickering his tongue along my collarbone. I squeezed my legs together, trembling under his touch. No matter how many times he touches me, I couldn’t get over how addicted his kisses were.“I…” I began, words catching in my throat as he lowered his lips, tugging the top of my shirt with his hand. He hummed in response, teasing me with his wet kisses. I knew what he wanted, at least an i
IvanI’ve been waiting for him to walk through those doors and when he finally does, he brings my sister with him. I clenched my jaw, my eyes burning into Mia’s face with fury. She gave me a cocky smile, tugging on Cristiano’s arms and pulling him towards my table. And he let her. He didn’t protest and let himself get dragged like a dog on a leash. My chest heaved, watching them approach me elegantly. At this point, I couldn’t care less what that bitch I was supposed to marry was rambling on about.“I almost didn’t see you there,” Mia said with a pretentious smile, sitting next to my supposed future wife, while he sat next to me. I didn’t bother responding to her sarcasm, my eyes hardening on Cristiano’s face. He didn’t spare me a glance and it hurts. It fucking hurts watching him staring at a one direction with an unreadable expression on his face. “Is this your future bride?” Mia asked, pretending not to know. I shot her a cold stare, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Wouldn’t you