You... you did say you'd pay me 1,000€ euros for an hour, right?" she asked. "Yes, Allysa, I confirm that's what I said," he replied with a big smile. Allysa lay down on the bed, and the second man approached her. She thought she should be wary, but strangely, the man inspired confidence. "Now, you're going to have to take off your clothes," he said in his soft, warm voice... There are encounters that turn a life upside down, moments when fate knocks at the door with disconcerting brutality. Allysa Moreau never imagined that losing her virginity for 1,000€ euros in a sordid basement would lead her to cross paths with Paolo Mancini, a billionaire and mafioso whose empire extended far beyond her comprehension. Driven from her apartment, desperate and confronted with the relentless reality of poverty, Allysa had made a decision she could never forget. She had sold herself, not for pleasure at first, but as events unfolded, she developed a taste for it, and to prove herself right, she told herself it was for survival. For Paolo, this story was not trivial. Allysa had his youthful features and palpable innocence, a curiosity in a world where everyone wore masks. Their story was not meant to exist. A mafia billionaire and a homeless teenager had nothing in common. But in a world where rules are meant to be broken, Allysa and Paolo would discover that chance doesn't exist. Desire, fear, and secrets would forge bonds.
View MoreALLYSSA'S POINT OF VIEWWhen the jet touched down, a slight shiver ran through me. Not fear this time, but a kind of apprehension mixed with a strange feeling of well-being. Paolo, as calm and self-assured as ever, took my hand and held it in his as we descended the steps. It was a simple gesture, but it had something reassuring about it.As I stepped onto the tarmac, I looked up at him, searching for an explanation. Paolo turned to me, a slight smile at the corner of his lips.— I will host you at my place, he said, as if it were obvious.I stared at him, wide-eyed, unable to understand if I had heard correctly.— At your place? I repeated, hesitantly. With your… family?He nodded, his gaze becoming a bit more serious.— Yes, I am married, but I have no children. And I want you to stay close to me.These words, simple yet heavy with meaning, resonated in my mind. Married. He was married. A part of me had guessed that a man like him could not be completely free, but hearing him say it
ALLYSSA'S POINT OF VIEWI sat in that luxurious chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the pristine carpeted floor. The contrast between this opulence and the filth of the basement I had just left almost made me dizzy. My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three.The silence in the jet was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the clinking of ice cubes in the glass Paolo was holding. He had settled across from me, his gaze fixed on mine as if to analyze and dissect me. I felt exposed, as if his eyes could read everything I was trying to hide.Finally, he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. — So, Allyssa... Why? Why would a girl like you end up down there, selling herself in a sordid basement? You're young, beautiful... full of potential. And, what's more, you were a virgin.Those last words struck me hard. I wished he hadn't said them, hadn't highlig
He continued to caress her vulva, gently massaging her lips with his skilled fingers, then her clitoris.Lisa moaned again and again… She couldn’t help it…_Oh… Put a finger in my pussy, please…He smiled at her, then slowly inserted his index finger into her desire-soaked vagina._Yes… she murmured. More…As he moved his finger back and forth in Allysa’s pussy, waves of intense pleasure coursed through the beautiful teenager’s body. She felt that if he continued like this, she would climax again…_I’m going to stop masturbating you, Lisa, because I don’t want you to climax just yet, he said as if he had guessed she was on the verge of orgasm. I want to take my time with you.His colleague suddenly went to the leather towel rack and took out a bottle of champagne. He popped the cork, and Lisa jumped when she heard the bang._Don’t be afraid, said the young businessman, taking the bottle. I just want to drink this Dom Pérignon on your sex, Allysa.He poured the precious nectar over her
—Now, I’d like to taste you.His voice was velvet laced with hunger. Allyssa’s breath caught again as he knelt beside her, his presence both commanding and oddly reverent. The cuffs pressed lightly against her wrists when she instinctively shifted.—You’re trembling, he observed, his eyes scanning every inch of her.—I… it’s cold, maybe, she replied, her voice uncertain.—Or maybe it’s not just cold, he said. Maybe it’s anticipation.He didn’t touch her yet. Not right away. He took his time. Just watching. Studying her the way a collector might examine a one-of-a-kind piece. Slowly, he brought his hand to her thigh. His fingers were warm, careful, unhurried. He ran them along the inside of her leg, brushing lightly without invading.Allyssa swallowed hard. The restraint made it worse. Or better. She didn’t know anymore.He finally leaned down, lips barely grazing her skin. A kiss. Then another. Soft, deliberate. He was taking his time with her, as though savoring something rare.—Do y
Alyssa Moreau stared at the old owner of her apartment, a man with a scowling face and eyes narrowed in contempt. Her hands trembled as she held out an empty envelope, hoping he would grant her an extension. — I’ve given you enough time, Miss Moreau, he grumbled, crossing his arms. It’s been three months since you promised to pay. I’m not a charity. The sharp and cutting tone of his words hit her like a punch. She felt her cheeks flush with a mix of shame and anger. — I… I will find the money, Mr. Gauthier, she pleaded, her voice trembling. Just give me another week, please. He burst into sarcastic laughter. — A week? No, young lady. You're leaving now. I’m keeping your things until you pay what you owe me. Before she could protest, he slammed the apartment door, leaving her standing in the cold hallway with only a handbag containing her papers and a few crumpled bills. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she forced herself not to burst into sobs. She knew it wouldn’t help.
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