He stared at me blankly after I said what I said. It took me a lot to say that, but that's what I want. I have never wanted something so much in my life. Maybe after he fuck me, I will stop fantasizing about him. It would quench my strong hunger for him because I am not thinking straight anymo
I hate my legs. I will get a wheelchair or anything! Just fuck my brains out, please! "Tell your itching pussy to cool it. Because I am not going to give it what it wants." No. Please. He moved his tongue in my ear again, killing me totally. "Adrian..." I whispered helplessly. "I am not
"Thank you," I said, smiling a little. "You are welcome, baby," he said, walking back to his seat and sat on it. Manuel and Carlos are seated opposite us and then.... Him. The Don. He is seated in the first head seat. I forced myself not to look his way. But I have to greet. Right? "Good
BANG!BANG!We froze at the sound of a gun shot coming from the living room."Search for the others!" I heard a loud unfamiliar male voice, making my heart pound."Find them!" Another unfamiliar voice said.The thought of my dad being shot out there terrorized me as I made steps towards the kitchen
"She is inside, sleeping." Nana answered."Go get her," the man ordered.My heart dropped."When am I getting paid?" Nana asked.What? Nana?"You get paid after we get what we want. Her father was useless to us. The boss wants the girl, so go get the little bitch." The man snarled.Terror washed me
"I am telling you this because we are about to go in, and you will meet my entire family," he said.I looked at the entrance door, feeling a lot of things. I have always wanted to cross paths with Mafia men. I love reading their stories.Their romance stories."I am telling you this because...." He
I felt Mario tightening my hand a bit."However," his father continued. "I want to trust you with this."I looked at him momentarily.Mario nodded."I trust your judgment. You seem sure about her." his father said.My heart raced listening to him talk about me.It felt.....good. What is wrong with m
THIRD POVMario noticed Evelyn's eyes resting at the entrance, making him look in the direction, and he saw his father. "Oh, dad," Mario said, unwrapping Evelyn, who lowered her gaze as she held her arm and rubbed it nervously. "I need to see you in my office." Adrian's husky voice placed Evelyn o
"Thank you," I said, smiling a little. "You are welcome, baby," he said, walking back to his seat and sat on it. Manuel and Carlos are seated opposite us and then.... Him. The Don. He is seated in the first head seat. I forced myself not to look his way. But I have to greet. Right? "Good
I hate my legs. I will get a wheelchair or anything! Just fuck my brains out, please! "Tell your itching pussy to cool it. Because I am not going to give it what it wants." No. Please. He moved his tongue in my ear again, killing me totally. "Adrian..." I whispered helplessly. "I am not
He stared at me blankly after I said what I said. It took me a lot to say that, but that's what I want. I have never wanted something so much in my life. Maybe after he fuck me, I will stop fantasizing about him. It would quench my strong hunger for him because I am not thinking straight anymo
My heart dropped. He maintained his gaze on me. "I don't....I don't know what you are talking about." I stuttered nervously. He scoffed. "That nervous stutter just gave you away." My heart pounded. "I am not a fool, little girl. I know it was you. The green eyes, delicate hands and slender
"Nothing serious but Mario is kinda wasted. The Don wants us to leave right now," he said. My heart picked up. "Oh. Okay," I said nervously as I approached him. We headed towards the dancing hall and Carlos led the way out of the club. He walked towards the car backseat and opened the door fo
As if the universe was on my side, the music, WAP by my girl Cardi B, began to play. I made slow and seductive steps towards the pole without taking my eyes off him. I grabbed hold of the pole and made a spin. With my back facing him, I leaned down slowly and seductively, twirling my waist to t
"Wait, that rich Don? What's his name again, Morelli, right?" the second one asked. "Yes, I think so." The third one internally. I scoffed internally in disbelief as I unzipped my purse again. "You should hurry, Deborah, before the madam gets angry. You know how she is. You have five minutes."
I have read about this in books. Mafia men and meetings in places like this. I wonder how they can hear themselves with the loud music playing. I continue gulping my drink non-stop without taking my eyes from the Don. He looked my way. I gulped my entire drink and licked my lips unknowingly
"A club? " "Yeah. It is Friday and not that late. We could hang out, have some drinks, have a little fun before we go to the mansion. And we will spend the weekend there." I stared at him. "Come on. You are going to love it," he said, smiling at me. I could use some fun. In here has been b