LOGIN๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐My mind went blank.โWhat do you want?โShe bit her lip.Her cheeks turned redโa blush that rose fast, coloring her golden skin.And I thought she couldn't get any more beautiful than she already was.But she did.โI want to fuck you. Again. Now.โThe words left her mouth without hesitation.Without shame.And I felt every one of them like fingers touching me from the inside.I should have said no.I should have said she needed to rest, that she lost her virginity last night, that I know my size is big, and that she's going to get hurt.I should have been the rational man everyone thinks I am.I opened my mouth to say all of that.โHelena, you must be sore. After yesterday...โShe didn't let me finish.She moved her hips very slowly.A slow, precise grind.Her body was sliding against mine as if she knew me by heart.I closed my eyes and moaned before I could hold it back.The sound came out of my throat like something animal, something I couldn't control.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐The morning light came through the gaps in the heavy curtain, cutting the room into golden bands that fell across the dark wooden floor. But I didn't need it to know that something was different.The smell came first โ jasmine, mixed with something warmer, more intimate.Her smell on my skin.On the sheets.In the air I was breathing.The warmth in my chest came after.Helena.I opened my eyes slowly, as if I were afraid that all of it was nothing but a dream.As if opening my eyes too fast would make the image come apart, slip through my fingers like sand.But it wasn't a dream.She was there.Sleeping on top of me as if my body were the safest place in the world.As if I weren't a monster.As if I didn't have blood on my hands โ so much blood that sometimes I could still smell it even after washing ten times.Her black hair spread everywhere โ across the bed, across the pillow, across my chest.I could feel the soft weight of every strand against my bare
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐He groaned softly, a hoarse sound that vibrated against my mouth, and I felt the tremor run through his body."You don't know what you're asking for, Helena.""Yes, I do."Alessandro stared at me for another moment. His dark eyes were clouded with desire, but there was something else there โ something he couldn't hide, even with all his experience in hiding emotions.And then something changed in his gaze.The tension in his shoulders gave way. The defence fell. As if he had finally allowed himself to believe that I was there, that I wanted this, that I wasn't going to run.He lowered his face and kissed my neck. Slowly. Delicately. As if he were learning the texture of my skin, its taste, and the way I reacted to each touch."Like this?" He asked, his voice muffled against me, his warm breath making my hair stand on end."Like this,โ I answered, gasping.His hands began to explore my body with a patience I didn't know he possessed. He slowly slid the strap of my w
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs, each beat a drum announcing my madness.My hands were sweatyโI had wiped them on my thighs before touching his shirt, but even so, I trembled when my fingers found the first button. My breath was caught somewhere between my chest and my throat, as if my lungs had forgotten how to function.But I kept going.I kept slowly opening his black shirt, button by button, as if I were unwrapping a dangerous gift. The silk parted beneath my fingers, revealing the tanned skin underneath, the tense muscles, and the scars that told stories I could barely imagine.The fear of being rejected by him was almost as overwhelming as the fear I felt of the Don.But I wasn't going to back down.Not after having come so far. Not after having finally found the courage to ask for something that was mine by rightโthe right to choose. The right to decide my own body, my own night, my own life.I wanted Alessandro.God, how I wanted him.It wasn
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐Helena kissed me again as if she had been thirsty for years and I was the only water in the desert.This time, I didn't hesitate.I opened my mouth, felt her tongue touch mine, and a sound escaped my throat โ a muffled groan, almost a growl.And I, who had always been the hunter, found myself hunted.Her hands roamed my back, her fingers buried themselves in my hair, and when she crossed her legs around my waist and rolled against me, I felt every centimeter of my self-control shatter like glass against the floor.She was wet.I could feel the heat through the fabric of my pants. Her movement against me was slow, torturous, each roll a promise.I kissed her back with the hunger of all the months I had watched her from afar โ in the hallways, at dinner, in the gardens. Of all the nights I dreamed of her and woke with the bitter taste of guilt and the painful erection no hand could reli
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐The air in her room is heavier, hotter, as if the space itself knows something is about to happen.The silk curtains move slowly with the night breeze, and the moonlight draws silver shadows across the wooden floor. Each breath I take seems to echo in that small, intimate space that smells of her โ flowers, something sweet, something I would spend the rest of my life trying to name.I spent days planning every step to get here.Every night I lay down imagining what it would be like to have her beneath me, her hair spread across the pillow, her breath uneven, her body opening to me like a secret only I would have the privilege of knowing.But in all my plans โ and I am a man who plans everything, every move, every contingency โ in all the fantasies that fueled my days and nights, I never โ never โ imagined that she would be the one to come first.She is on the bed, the white nightgown having ridden up s
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐I finished my shower, dried myself, and tied the robe around my body. I sat on the bed, trying to pretend that night didnโt exist. That it wasnโt about to happen.I wanted to disappear.The soft knock on the door made me hold my breath.โCome in,โ I said, even though I knew my p
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐The breakfast conversation replayed in my head without pause. Every word my father had spoken. Every look he avoided. Every gesture, calculated down to the smallest detail. It had all been soโฆ deliberate. As if he had rehearsed that scene for years and the day had finally come t
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐Eighteen years old.For some people, this day is anticipated. For me, it has always been feared.Not because I believed something bad would suddenly happen, like an accident or an unexpected tragedy. My fear was never of the unexpected. It was certain. Of the constant feeling th
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐Some women are born to be loved.Others, to be used.And someโฆ to be traded.I was traded.No one asked if I agreed. No one asked if I was afraid. Or if I wanted it. Or if I was ready.Important decisions are never explained to women like me. They happen. Delivered in short sent







