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Lilianna»»»◈«««I leaned back, desperately seeking something to hold onto, but my hands found only the soft curves of my own breasts.I never thought our final day together would be like this, with me straddling his face, grinding against his mouth as if it were a sanctuaryHe forced me to sit on his face. He kept on begging and pleading until he resorted to forcing me when I kept saying no, afraid I might suffocate him. Apparently, he wanted to be suffocated between my thighs.He said, 'If I go out that way, it’d be the best damn way to die.'He lay on his back, only in his boxers, and instructed me to straddle his face with my ass first. Suddenly, those bi-weekly vagacials seemed completely worthwhile."Good God," I groaned as he devoured me with his tongue. I moaned, my mind racing with the realization of how incomplete my life had been without this. And how incomplete it will be from now on. Then he gripped the back of my neck, pushing me down until my face was at eye level with
Marco»»»◈«««PRESENT DAY »»◈«««»»»◈««NEW YORK CITY, USA »»»◈«««»»»«««»»»◈«««"We need this alliance, and Sterling's practically dictating that we accept his daughter. He's fixated on a Costello with power, not just any of us," Niko disclosed, his hand sliding across the nape of his neck. "Then you marry her," Scott chuckled.Evangeline shot him a seething glare, and I suppressed my laughter to avoid further aggravating her. It was our favourite pass time anyway, annoying Evangeline till she burst with anger. Niko brushed her cheek tenderly. "What do you think, Angel? Can I handle being a groom for like the fourth fucking time?"She swatted his hand away, her voice dripping with menace. "Over your dead body."Scott's grin widened as he leaned back in his chair. "Sounds like a challenge," he retorted, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. With a swift motion, he slid his gun across the table, stopping it in front of Evangeline. "Do the honors, sweet cheeks." Evangeline's eyes n
Marco»»»◈«««I drove the knife into his hand, relishing the sickening squelch as it pierced flesh. His screams were feeble, pathetic. Prolonged torture does that to a man. For once, I found myself favoring knives over guns, appreciating their capacity to deliver relentless agony and suffering.As the blood pooled around his trembling hand, a smirk tugged at my lips. It was a satisfying sight. For fifteen days, I subjected Georgio Bruno to relentless torment, making sure that every moment was a living hell for him. He would fucking regret the day he ever crossed paths with us, I made damn sure of it.Day after day, I relentlessly tore into him, exploiting every shred of weakness, every hint of vulnerability, every phobia. Georgio and his two bastard brothers walked into New York, thinking they could throw their weight around and scare us shitless with their leverage.The thing is, their leverage was solid. It had the power to tear the Costello name to shreds, to drag us through the
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence, torture, and mutilation, including scenes of physical and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. If you prefer to avoid these intense themes, it is recommended to skip the second half of the chapter.Marco»»»◈«««I felt a sense of contentment as Amy came out of her house, her smile shining brightly. It had become a familiar sight that I looked forward to each day. Without it, something seemed missing. Her presence always had a way of easing the weight on my shoulders, even if just for a moment. As she approached me, I couldn't help but feel a slight shift in my demeanor, a softening of the edges that usually defined me.She entered the passenger side, her presence brought a sense of comfort, like slipping into a familiar routine. When she leaned in for a kiss, I met her halfway, reciprocating with tenderness and kindness, even though my feelings for her were more rooted in friendship and companionship rather than r
Marco»»»◈«««I let out a thick puff of smoke as I watched one of the Bruno soldiers running with his tail between his legs.A few moments ago, I forced his boss's cock into his mouth as he sat there and cried like a little bitch. And now he was on his way with a chopped-up cock of Santino to get the message to his brother.He'll make sure Emilio Bruno gets the damn message, loud and clear. With Piero Bruno out, it's on Emilio's ass to keep Santino and Georgio from biting the dust. If he doesn't wise up, they're as good as dead, and their blood will be on his hands.My clothes were stained with blood as I savored the flavor of the cigar lingering on my tongue.Scott walked out of the warehouse and engaged in a phone conversation. "Hey, sweetheart, I'm on my way home. Slip into that sexy black lingerie for me, alright? I'll get down on my knees and beg if that's what it takes. Please, baby, don't keep me waiting!"I let out a laugh and that made Scott glance at me. I watched as he tried
Marco»»»◈«««Amy was like a whirlwind of energy, so full of life. We spent the whole week doing things her way—playing her favorite games, getting into all those couple activities she was into.And I'll be damned if I've ever been so pampered in my life! Massages and mimosas were flowing like there was no tomorrow since we set foot on this island. It's been one hell of a ride.I adjusted my tuxedo, smoothing out any wrinkles, and gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror. Niko entered the room, his expression betraying a hint of tension as he offered me a tight-lipped smile.He approached me, his footsteps echoing softly on the floor, and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. "I know this isn't what you wanted, Marco," Niko began, "And I see how you've been putting on a brave face, all for the sake of the family. But let me tell you, you're a better man than I am."His admission caught me off guard, and I met his gaze with surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked.Niko's expression soften
Marco»»»◈«««"Good morning," a soft, feminine voice whispered, gently pulling me from sleep.I blinked awake to find Amy leaning over me, a sly smile playing on her lips. Her hair, still wet, fell in waves around her face, and the towel draped around her body. She leaned closer, her scent enveloped me, a mix of floral notes and something distinctly hers. Her fingers trailed lightly across my chest. "Good morning," I whispered, my voice heavy from sleep, as I raised my hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into my touch, her eyes closing briefly, and a contented sigh escaping her lips. Tonight was our reception. After that, we are supposed to head straight for our honeymoon, just the two of us. I've got no clue what the hell we're supposed to do there. And how the hell am I supposed to manage being out of work, stuck on some fancy yachts, hopping around different countries like a damn tourist? Amy will probably have to take the reins. Guess I'll just have to play the supportive hus
Marco»»»◈«««I couldn't tell how much time had passed as Amy and I remained there, amidst the aftermath of chaos. The once-deafening cacophony had quieted, replaced by the distant murmur of men's voices echoing through the air.The reception venue had turned into a graveyard, with bloodied corpses and wounded men and women sprawled across the floor. Limbs lay twisted at unnatural angles, and the stench of death hung heavy in the air. I couldn't bring myself to avert my eyes from her beautiful face. She had been bleeding for what felt like an eternity, and the sight of her pale, bluish complexion sent waves of dread crashing over me. Blood streaked down from her nose and mouth, a reminder of the brutality she endured for me. I touched her cheek, just like I did this morning but she didn't lean into my touch like she always does. There was no warmth left in her.She was cold, too cold... “Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a dream, and I'm afraid that at any moment, I'll wake up