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Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘My hands slipped down from her face, tracing the line of her neck, her collarbone, the soft dip between. She was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling beneath that delicate pink dress, so sweet it made my mouth water. My hands stopped at her breasts and I squeezed gently over the fabric before trailing them down to her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open, “Does this feel good?” I asked, my voice low. She nodded, a flush crawling high on her cheeks. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Just... slow?”I could’ve kissed her again just for that.“Slow,” I repeated, brushing my fingers down her arms. “You say stop, I stop. I promise.”She nodded again, eyes locked on mine like she was trusting me with her whole world.I reached for the hem of her dress, brushing the soft fabric up over her thighs, revealing more of that flushed skin inch by inch. My knuckles skimmed along her outer thighs as I worked the dress higher.She shifted under me, and I helped her sit up just enough to pu
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘She tasted like heaven.And I didn’t believe in God.Madeleine was already half on my lap, her little dress pushed up, thighs trembling beneath my hands, her breath catching every time my mouth slid against her neck. The car swayed as we took a turn, city lights slipping like water across the tinted windows.I fucking loved that tiny pink dress on her. Soft fabric, sweet color like it had been sewn out of innocence just to fucking tempt me. It clung to her like it didn’t know what kind of man had his hands all over it.Pink.She didn’t even realize how obscene that was, how insane it made me that she’d crawl into my lap in a color that screamed softness. The car rolled through the empty streets, and I was barely aware of movement. The world didn’t exist outside this backseat.I didn’t just want her anymore.I wanted to imprint myself into her skin. I wanted to own her body the way her voice already lived inside my skull. My fingers slid down her spine, she arched inst
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 His hand gripped the back of my neck. He didn’t force, he guided, until my gaze was pulled back to the stage. And then he pressed his lips to my cheek and whispered, “Eyes forward, sunshine. Now watch.” The man on the platform now held a thin crop whip now, tracing it along the woman’s inner thigh, making her squirm in the ropes that held her. Her chest rose and fell in desperate breath. The first snap of the crop struck across her hip. I jumped a little, my spine straightening. I wasn’t sure what scared me more, the sound, the way her body flinched, or the quiet way Adriano just kept watching instead of looking at the stage. I could feel Adriano the change in him. His hand moved from my neck down to my back, fingers spreading wide across my lower spine. He wasn’t just touching me, he was reading me, how I breathed, how I sat, how I trembled. Another snap of the crop rang out, this time across the woman’s thigh, and her back arched, body straining into
Don’t be a silent reader! Your daily comments mean the world to me. Thank you so much! ❤️ ────────────── Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 At first, everything felt fine. Adriano led me through a velvet-lined hallway into a private dining room tucked away from the rest of the estate or whatever this was. The walls were painted black, the lighting was low and moody, gold accents glinting in the dark. Even the table looked too elegant to touch, set with matte black plates and glistening silverware. And the food didn’t even look like food. It looked like art, edible sculptures carefully placed with tweezers. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to eat it or admire it. I sat across from him, knees together, fingers folded in my lap, trying not to squirm because I knew something was coming. Adriano, meanwhile, looked like he was born in a place like this. Then came the waitress. She was tall, ridiculously tall. Her long legs were wrapped in sheer black tights and a slit so high it made me fo
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I picked the pink dress, the soft one that brushed just above my knees and made me feel a little bit like a flower. Not the red rose kind of flower, but a daisy, maybe. Something simple and happy. I laid it on my bed while I ran through my curly hair routine, taking my time with each step the way Mama taught me. Conditioner, leave-in cream, the diffuser on low heat, I wanted every curl to sit just right, soft and bouncy like they were meant to. I hummed to myself while I worked. My stomach fluttered the entire time like a hundred butterflies were trapped in there, wings brushing my ribs. I kept telling myself to calm down, that it was just a date. But... it wasn’t just date, not really, not with Adriano. I could still feel him, his mouth, his tongue in places no one had ever touched me like that before. I mean, I knew what oral sex was but knowing and feeling it are two very, very different things. Carlos never wanted to. He said it was gross, and honestl
Told from Afar 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁𓎟𓎠𓎡 “Who took her?” Remo snarled, slamming the teacher against the hallway wall so hard the man’s head cracked against concrete. His hand was around the guy’s throat, tight enough to make his voice rasp but not tight enough to let him pass out. “Who the fuck took my sister?” The teacher choked, eyes wide, stammering through spit and panic, but Remo wasn’t listening but he was watching every twitch, every blink, every flick of the eyes that might point to a lie. Because deep down, he already knew. He felt it in his spine. Capone. The fucking Capones. But he needed to hear it. He needed confirmation before he went nuclear. “You’re gonna tell me, right now, who came into this school and took her. I swear to God, if you lie to me, if you even think about saying you don’t know—” he pressed harder, the man’s face turning purple beneath his grip, “—I’ll rip your fucking tongue out and have my guys shove it down your throat.” His heart was hammering, his