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“She said to eat her…” Gladys said, stopping mid sentence, getting all of our attention. We all stopped eating and wondered what it was that made her stop talking mid sentence.
What?!
“She won't eat. She spit on it; that you all could eat her pussy,” she finished, her face flustered a bit.
“Oh god. Isn't it too early for another round of drama?” Salvatore said with a bit of anger rising in his voice. Left to him, he'd have found a way to get a way to subdue her, especially this morning that it seemed like he woke up from the wrong side of the bed.
I pushed back the chair Isat on. I could hear from a distance how she banged the door and locked it. It was no use going there first, so I went to see what she was up to.
She sat on the bed and seemed to be on hibernation when suddenly, her eyes caught the camera hidden in the room.
Crap.
She stood up and moved towards the camera, picked it and destroyed it.
She fucking destroyed it.
‘That right there is the last nail on the coffin.” Sal huffed angrily, walking towards the door. I and Vittorio followed behind him. From the way his shoulders were tense, we had to find a way to calm him down. I walked past him and got to the door. Just like we all thought,she refused to open the door and we had to use the extra key in the house.
As that wasn't enough, She threatened to kill herself. With a fucking corkscrew at that. From the way her hand trembled, I knew she was bluffing. She could never kill herself. She doesn't have what it takes to kill, talk more of ending her own life and so, I teased her.
She looked astonished by what I said and that must have made her lose her act. At that moment. I took her by surprise and hit her hand. The corkscrew fell off her hand. Realising that it was over, her shoulders slouched in dejection.
“Take her to the room,” was the only thing I said and Vittorio swung into action. He took her by her waist and carried her over his shoulder, like she weighed nothing. He walked with her on his shoulders out of the house and we followed suit but our girl kept screaming and cussing at us for holding her against her will.
He got to the door and opened it.
I smiled darkly because she kept quiet as soon as she was carried in. Realization must be dawning in her fir the first time.
“Get her on the bed”
“Tie her”
“No..no. Please don't tie me up. I'll be a good girl, I promise”
Sal and Vittorio responded swiftly to my instructions and with few seconds she was already in the position I wanted her.
“No, you won't listen. You want to rebel against us? You must be joking, mamacita. Since you won't listen, we'll show you how to.” I sternly.
“We try, kitty. We did, but you took our laxity for foolishness and now you must pay for it.” Vittorio said.
“Strip her brother,” I heard him instruct Salvatore. He smirked dangerously and walked to her like a hunter and cornered her like a prey. One thing with Sal, once he hears “strip” he'd tear off whatever fabrics he sees.
Unfortunately for her, she was naked just like Vittorio had noticed. Several buttons flew around, in the bed and on the floor as Sal tore off the shirt from her body.
I walked to different colours and textures of scarves on the rack and took one. I held it and began to walk towards her. The sight of her skin shining under the bulb made by rod tweaked.
“Easy man, I'll release you soon” I said internally.
“I promised to listen, didn't I? Give me this chance and I swear I won't mess it up.” She pleaded but it was already late.
“Yes,you will,” I said as I got to her and held the scarf over her face. I tightened it a bit making sure it'd be convenient for her a bit. Then I pressed the darkroom light beside the bed, allowing the room take the proper colour it should.
Red and intimacy.
The colour of the room matched her hair, making her look ravishing the more.
“You need to see how you look, Red,” Sal said as I began to touch her. His hands traced her skin from her foot, slowly with professionalism till it got to her lips.
“We'll take your rebellious spirit till you became ours”
“Never, I'm not a mare!”
Smack!
Vittorio turned her over and smacked her buttocks, making her yelped out.
“You'll only speak when spoken too or I'll be forced to cover your mouth.” Vittorio warned.
“I have a mouth for a reason and I'm going to use it. You just wait till I leave this place, I'll make you all pay for doing this to me,” before she could say the next thing, Vittorio's hand smacked her repeatedly about three times, each slap deeper than the previous.
“You still have something to say?” He asked but this time, she was silent. She bit on her lips, stopping herself from saying anything. Vittorio's hand began to caress her buttocks which had now gotten red and has his fingers imprinted on her.
I took that moment to remove my belt and let my short fall down on its own. I was left in my briefs. Sal had gotten his mouth on one of her nipples while Vittorio took that other in his mouth.
We had decided that she wasn't ready to be fucked but we'd made sure to tease her more than she could take. We'll make her realise that we own her body and make her surrender to our want.
Vittorio and Salvatore stretched her laps apart giving me access to her body. It is the first time touching her for me and my dick aches with want. Each of her laps were fleshy and full, the kind of women we like.
I got in between her laps and positioned myself in the middle. She was trying to clasp her legs together but it was impossible. I grabbed her waist with my palm, applying a bit of pressure on it.
Her moan felt like music in my ears but it soon stopped as she bit her lips. She was finally listening to instructions.
“You can moan out kitty, I want to hear you,”I said.
I thought about fucking her with my fingers but I thought otherwise. I took my rod out and cleaned off the pre cum on it. Gently I placed it on the entrance of her vagina and began to rub it in her gently. I made sure to let my shaft slide towards the clit,rub it clockwise and anticlockwise before bringing it down to her hole.
It was hard to control myself from not plugging my shaft into her hole but I managed to stop myself.
“She's about to cum,” Salvatore said. His eyes which were gloomy earlier that morning were clearer now and he seemed happier.
I stopped tormenting her with my shaft and held her clit in my thumb and index finger. I tugged and rolled in,spit on my fingers and returned it to her clit.
She screamed out and we all watched as her juice rushed out of her vagina. She twitched for a few more seconds before she finally settled.
“You'll stay like this till you come to your senses, Kitty. Reflect on your behaviour and then we'd speak later.” With that,we stood up from the bed and walked out of the room.
We couldn't stay glued to her all day, we had business to run.
ZiyanaThe ride to school after our talk felt shorter than ever. I couldn't stop thinking about all we discussed. My mind raced at the thought of having Stefano all night or rather, him having me all night. My cheeks heated up but I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He has always been reserved amongst the three brothers. He seldom talks and even when he does, it is usually lined with deep thoughts and a part of me still believes that he doesn't like me, that he hates me. At least I know Vittorio for his jovial manners and Salvatore as the hasty and impatient one. However, for Stefano, I can't really say.The driver dropped me off. I murmurer a bit of gratitude and smiled at him. He smiled back and wished me a fun-filled day but I doubt I'd have that with the forbidden thoughts on my mind.Ben was standing at the front of the lecture room when I got inside the building. There were lots of students by the corridor, talking and gesticulating. The corridor was noisy which was quite unus
Ziyana I took my bag from the chair in front of my vanity table and slung it on my shoulder. I took one last look at my face which was still puffy from sleep. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I didn't eat last night and now I was slipping out of the house again.It's been almost a week since Stefano caught me and Vittorio together. Well, not caught technically because I had urged him on to taste me, to do things to me. He didn't force me, I loved what he was doing to me and asked for more.Uhhhhh, I still can't shake off his hands on my body.‘Seriously?’ I thought before dropping the sinful thoughts.Anyways, I've been avoiding all of them. I made sure to leave the house even before they woke up. On days when the ghost lady sleeps over, I have her prepare my dinner early and instructed her to bring my meal up the following morning as early as possible.Don't blame me, I still feel ashamed of what happened and I can't bear to look into Stefano's eyes. With Vittorio, I had less
Narrator's Pov A glimpse of the pastFlorence PieroShe breathed hastily through her mouth and nose as she looked back every second, making sure she wasn't followed. Her white flowing wedding dress is now torn and full of muddle puddle. She dumped her high stiletto in the opposite direction. She figured that they might follow her and traced her if she dropped them in the same lane she was walking.Her perfectly styled hair was now messy and the blowing air was sending it strands in different directions. She packed them up in a bun and packed it with the excess on her wedding dress she had torn off earlier because it had been dragging after her.Today was supposed to be her wedding. Her father Piero Mattia, an elderly man known for his stern nature had arranged the marriage between her and another Mafia family, the Lorenzos. Her father had been encountering problems in his business because his investments had taken a rather different turn that he thought. He couldn't keep up with his
Stefano “Mykonos hotel reached out to us today, they are hoping to test new waters in New Zealand. They want us to take over the construction.” My assistant, Marcus said as he perused the files in his slide. “I've scheduled a meeting with them in about two weeks. You'll be going with two of our best architects in case they'd need to go through some of our designs” he added, his eyes still on the file.“I doubt that. They mostly provide designs by themselves, but that's good.” I replied.The rest of the meeting went smoothly. Things were going well at Niccolians Steels, a construction company that was passed down alongside our Mafia blood. The company acted as a frontline business where we laundered the drug money. Truth is, I really can't say which earned more money, company or drugs. But I am certain of one thing, in both ways we are exceptional and have a meticulous compass.Most buildings in Italy were done by us. Each design is distinct from another and yet sophisticated. As the
MassimoMy phone vibrated for the third time that morning. I looked at the screen of the phone and saw the caller ID. Then I ended the call. I wasn't ready to pick yet when I don't have a lasting solution to the recent event. I cringed as my usual brandy tasted bitter in my throat . I frowned as my head began to throb. It was still early in the morning to start feeling like hell. My phone rang again and I silenced it yet again, knowing well that trouble was definitely coming. I didn't know when or how but this coming storm would be catastrophic. The door of my office opened, revealing a horror stricken face of Florence. Believe me when I say she seldom gets afraid and even if she did, she never shows it. However, she was white and pale like a ghost.“He's here,” she whispered, gripping the hem of her shirt with fright. Of course, I expected him to show up earlier than this. This fact that he never for once said anything or showed up in my office angrily was a total surprise for me
Ziyana I blew my hair with that hair dryer, staring at my reflection in the mirror before me. The dryer did its job for a while and I placed it on the table before me. It might seem untrue but the men had allowed me the decency of owning a room to myself. In their words, I needed my privacy too , especially since I'd be starting school soon. The thought of having a private sanctuary of my own was indeed peaceful and I welcomed the idea thanking them profusely that night, but it all tastes like scam now with the stunt pulled by Vittorio at school today.“School,” I thought before I remembered that I had an essay that had to be submitted before midnight. I sighed and swerved my chair towards the laptop on the table. I switched it on and quickly went to Google. Vittorio Niccolo, I typed.I held my breath for what seemed like eternity as the search engine brought his face. He looked too young and innocent compared to how he is in reality. Among the three brothers, he's the most reserved







