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Italian Mafia 2 FOURTY FIVE
❧ Fiorella ☙He's a fucking animal , monster, idiot I loathe him so much, I look at the clothes they brought me and I can't believe , if you can call them clothes, he wants me in ribbons. A stylist shows up at noon and while I endure her attentions as she tousles my hair , waxes me to near disappearance and masterfully does my makeup so I don't even look made up , I hate every second of it.Once she leaves, I slip back into my shirt and wait for the costume Darian has prepared for me. A few moments later, a maid enters the room with a bag for the dress. She places it on my closet door."Thank you," I tell her, even though the dress and this place leave a bitter taste in my mouth. As soon as he leaves the room, I get off the bed and head to the closet, unzipping the bag to inspect its contents. I'm not surprised to see that it's a deep red color, almost wine, and barely what I would call a dress.The front of the dress has a panel that is little more than lace, and the back is open exc
Italian Mafia 2 FOURTY SIX
❧ Fiorella ☙"Let no one touch her until she is bought and paid for," he says, in a voice that echoes through the room. A few groans and protests are heard, but they die down and then silence reigns.I am lifted onto a low stage or platform and left in an elevated position to be inspected. I plead with every god I can think of that no one go against their order to touch me. At any moment, I fear the vomit will spiral out of some hidden depth.Of course, it doesn't. I shouldn't like how protective he sounds or the tight grip he keeps on my neck. It's almost comforting to feel possessed by him, I can't afford to be disappointed.He escorts me through a warehouse full of people wanting to buy from me. As far as I'm concerned, this place could burn to the ground with everyone in it. He leans in and whispers, "Behave yourself." I put on my worst fake smile and, not bothering to lower my voice, tell him, "Fuck off."His hand tightens on my neck for a moment, and then he pushes me away, rele
Italian Mafia 2 FOURTY SEVEN
❧ Lorenzo ☙It's been a month, in which I've had to stay under the radar, waiting with the anxieties and worry of what might happen to my principessa, but today the wait has been worth it.For weeks I have been planning this, to enter this auction as an Italian tycoon, nobody knows my name and I have characterized myself very well, even my men cannot be recognized, I owe that to my great friend Alexei Ivanov, who did not hesitate to help me to get Fiorella back.I enter this store that looks normal on the outside, but inside it comes to life as a place of perdition and pleasure, everywhere I turn I can see men with almost half-naked women, sitting on their laps, some of them are already enjoying their carnal favors.It sickens me to think that my wife is in this place and will be sold like a piece of meat to the highest bidder, she who is the purest thing I have ever had in my life, my wife, the love of my life, that I did not know how to protect when I had her in my hands.And boy ar
Italian Mafia 2 FOURTY EIGHT
❧ Fiorella ☙I'm half expecting Darian to walk through the door, but I know better than to expect such a thing. Instead, a familiar face enters the room. I'm not foolish enough to relax, not around this stranger."Who are you, you didn't get your turn, so now you're here to take advantage of it before you miss your chance while I'm alone?"He approaches me, slowly, like a wolf hunting for its prey, but I stand my ground despite the fear roaring in my blood and the trembling in my hands. When he remains silent, the knot of fear in my gut tightens will be that this man is the one who bought me. "What do you want? Surely you didn't come here just to look at me." Even though the words come out whole, they betray my defeat. "Please leave me alone, I am nobody's property, if you bought me let me go I beg you." Again, he says nothing, doesn't even look at me, keeping his gaze firmly on my shoulder.These are my last moments of freedom, who knows what will come next. I don't want these last
Italian Mafia 2 FOURTY NINE
❧ Fiorella ☙My head hurts. It's the kind of pain you get from staying up all night making indecent decisions. The pain radiates from the back of my skull forward like a macabre crown. It engulfs my senses.I open my eyes and stare at a high, white ceiling with delicate crown molding around the edges. It is dark, but there is a light filtering in from my left, like a lamp left on in another room. I let my eyes close and sink into an in-between space, a dreamy place where the pain ebbs and flows instead of being in a constant state.When I open my eyes again, I roll onto my side and press my face into a soft white pillow. I lift my head and look at the sheets underneath me, they are white, and the blanket at my feet is navy blue.I sit up and look around the room, trying to make out what little I can through the dim light filtering in. There is a bedside table, a minimalist piece, with a stainless steel lamp. Next to it, an alarm clock is giving me back red numbers. Four o'clock in the
Italian Mafia 2 FIFTY
❧ Fiorella ☙ I brace myself for whatever he's going to do to me, but I'm not ready for him to rip my shirt down the center. The cold air comes in contact with my heated skin and hardens my nipples. I immediately look around in panic.The driver who is taking us is parking the car, the windows are dark, but there is no separation between the front and back seat, which means the guy behind the wheel can hear us perfectly. "Take off your pants and underwear or I'll rip them off too." Before I can repeat myself, I pull the torn edges of the T-shirt off my arms and head for the waistband of my leggings. "What am I going to wear then, do you want everyone to see me naked?". I glance toward the front seat, where her driver has his eyes fixed on the road. "Don't worry about him." He unbuttons his shirt, takes it off and leaves it on the back of the seat next to me."For later," he explains."After what?" I can't control my agitated breathing as I lift my hips and shed my pants and underwe
Italian Mafia 2 FIFTY ONE
❧ Lorenzo ☙She gets up walks out of the room heading down the hallway and I go after her "You can't run away from me," I tell her, not bothering to walk any faster, as there is nowhere in the house for her to hide.Her bare feet tap the wood before falling silent, which means she has either stopped or moved into the hallway with the runner.I turn the corner and see the tips of her hair as she steps into a room, I walk to the door and open it, the darkness doesn't let me see her but I can smell her and feel her.I rest my hands on the open door and look around the room. The only things left inside are the bare furniture and the heavy curtains on the windows."Principessa? You can't hide from me. Come out now and I'll make this easier for you." I listen carefully, concentrating on any movement or sound. The bathroom door is closed, so I don't think he's gone in before I get to the door.If she doesn't come out, I'll have to go in after her and show her exactly what happens when she ch
Italian Mafia 2 FIFTY TWO
❧ Fiorella ☙The heat I felt earlier turns to anger, and I glare back at her. "Is that what you want, a woman who pretends to like your member, that's all you've rescued me for, and I thought you'd have no trouble finding a willing woman;" Mercilessly, he thrusts two fingers into me, plunging deep.The air in my lungs evaporates. The pleasure he's giving me is based on pain, but I wouldn't stop him, couldn't even if I tried."You can lie all you want, but your body will always betray you. It would take me two minutes to make you cum around my fingers right now."Before I can respond, he flips me onto my stomach and drags my hips up to meet his."I warned you and you wanted to fight for it. Now I'm going to take you as is, and it's not going to be as good for you as it could have been." I groan and try to shuffle my hips, crawl to the door and claw at the knob to get out.He stops my advance and wraps his arm around my waist, pressing himself against my ass, and with his other hand, he
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