Natalia's POV:And like the sadistic fuck I knew he was, he denied me orgasm.I whined at the loss of his fingers in me and that earned me another sharp slap on my ass. One isolated from the previous and continuous onslaught, so this one stung. Hard.“You don't get to come, not without my permission,” His order was sharp and clear. “And don't whine.”Oh God, I was sure I was going to die from denied orgasm. “Carlo… please, let me come,” I pleaded as sweetly as possible. “I promise, I will be a good girl.” I felt his cock twitch against my mid-section and a smile tugged on my lips. He liked that.Good.Because I needed him to make me come.But my heart sank as Carlo pulled my dress down, my sensitive skin burning against the smooth fabric.“Carlo—”He pulled me upright, letting me fall to my knees next to his chair. My hair cascaded down my back, some of it sticking to the back of my neck which was drenched with sweat despite the air con in the room.Carlo pushed a few strands away f
Carlo's POV: I had left her room feeling satisfied. I didn't understand what it was but after hearing Gianpaolo talk about her in the manner in which he had, a possessiveness I didn't know I had in me awakened. She was mine. Mine to use as I pleased. And it felt like the more I touched her, the more I found out how sensitive. dark, and twisted she was, the more my cock got hard for her. She was walking sex, with full tits, curvy prominent hips and round bubbly butt. I cursed under my breath, recalling how she had swirled her tongue over my cock. She clearly had no experience and that most probably was her first time sucking a cock but her mouth on me felt so fucking good. I could not deny that was the best mouth I've ever had my cock into, in my thirty-four years of living. Would her pussy be equally as tight? Would it squeeze tight around my cock if I pushed it in? “Fuck,” I groaned, scrubbing a hand down my face. Was this what she had reduced me to? A man who fantasized a
Natalia's POV: “Jesus! You fucking idiot,” I whispered harshly as my poor heart slammed repeatedly against my ribcage. My eyes narrowed at Alessandro as I snatched my hand away. “Why would you scare me like that?” “Sorry,” he said, still grinning. Like any of this was funny. “I just didn't want to call your name and alert anyone.” “Okay…” I trailed off when a thought struck me. “You've been here?” My eyes grew wide. Chuckling, he scratched his head. “Yeah.” My heart stuttered. “Like… like the whole time?” “Yes.” My hands flew to my face, groaning as I felt a wave of embarrassment washed over me. “This is embarrassing.” My words were muffled by hands but he heard me anyway. “Not at all,” he snorted. “It was hot as fuck.” “Hot as fuck?” My nose scrunched up. “You sick perv. Why were you snooping around?” I hissed as my embarrassment morphed into irritation. “I wasn't snooping,” he protested, frowning. “I asked the maid to tell you to meet me here as soon as the lunc
Carlo's POV: I was reviewing some documents and business deals when I felt eyes burning into the side of my head. Without turning my head. “What?” I sighed exasperatedly A low chuckle escaped him. “I'm just curious,” Enzo replied. My brows lifted as I finally turned to face him. “Curious about what?” Clasping his palms together, he leaned forward against my desk. “So you've been fucking Antonio's daughter. That was fast.” “I haven't fucked her. Not yet,” I replied in a dismissive tone, hoping he'd drop the conversation. But of course, he doesn't. If there was anything being friends with him for over fifteen years had taught me is that Enzo didn’t let things go until he was satisfied. “Well, from what I've heard,” he began. “You've been fucking her. You honestly don't have to penetrate her with your cock—” “Cristo santo,” I cut him off sharply. “Is this the work we ought to be doing now? Discussing my bedroom activities?” Enzo ignored my warning glare, resuming
Carlo's POV: My brows dipped as a frown clouded my features. “Are you suggesting that I remarry, Alfredo?” The old bastard stared up at me, lips pursed into a thin line, he nodded. “Cazzata!” I growled. {Nonsense} He held his hand up. “Listen, that is a good suggestion and as much as you may not agree with it, what Nicolò said was true. Your son ran away and that doesn't look good for your character, it portrays you as ‘weak’ soon our rivals would think we are disorganized and weak. You know a presiding leader should always have an heir.” I thrust my hands into the pockets of my slacks, my eyes darting from one man to the next. I had fought to be Capo at age nineteen, I had killed and lost a lot to get here, to earn my spot. At twenty-four I became the youngest leader of the family against all odds. I'd be damned if I let these bastards question my credibility, my strength, my authority. Left to me I'd have wiped them off a long time ago, I had no problem doing that.
Natalia's POV:“How do you know he's going on a business trip,” I hissed, pacing the dark hallway.Vittoria crossed her arms over her chest, leaning casually against the wall as if we weren't seconds away from getting caught. “I’m a maid, remember? I hear things. Carlo was speaking to Enzo about it last night. Something about going to Russia to sign a deal with Ivan Kozlov.”I stopped pacing, narrowing my eyes at the way she'd said that name. “What is it? Is there something wrong with this Kozlov guy?”She let out a slow, deliberate sigh, gaze darting around. “Yes and no,” she murmured.My brows dipped further. “What does that even mean?”“Ivan Kozolov is also one of the richest men in Europe, and most definitely the most powerful and richest in Russia. The media portrays him as this business tycoon who has flourishing businesses including oil companies but that's not all…” She trailed off. “What is with the suspense? Just say it, we are on borrowed time here,” I whispered harshly.
Natalia's POV: How does one successfully hide a possession you're not supposed to have access to? More like a contraband. Whatever. But how? It had just been a day since Vittoria handed me a freaking phone knowing fully well that I had been forbidden to use one. I couldn't hide it in my room, nowhere was safe. Not underneath my bed, not my closet, bathroom or even my duffel back. All night, I had tossed and turned, worried that I might get caught even before I got the chance to use it. Fuck, the paranoia was real and it was eating me up alive. Eventually, I had decided to take it down with me for breakfast. Which was why I was fighting so hard not to squirm under Carlo’s intense gaze. Something that seemed almost impossible seeing as I seated right next to him at the dinner table. The coolness of the phone's screen against my stomach felt hot, its light weight suddenly felt as heavy as a lead. My heart slammed against my ribcage as a sense of dread filled me—which was silly bec
Angela’s POV:As soon as Carlo left the dining room, my gaze darted back to Natalia, sat stiffly in her chair, trying to mask her fear and unease. But she wasn't fooling anyone—well, not me.She was scared, confused, and I couldn't blame her.I get it. I really do.I couldn’t relate to being taken away by some strange man to a strange country with no familiar face. I would lose my shit, which was why I admired Natalia. Sometimes. She might be a few years younger than me but she was fierce and relentless even in the face of danger… Something I didn't quite possess. I was a wimp. Everyone agreed to that anyway. “Hey,” I started, reaching across the table to touch Natalia’s hand, hoping to cheer her up. “It's going to be fun, I promise.”I knew what my brother did was wrong. Immoral. But I knew he had his reasons, plus, he was my brother and it was my duty to take his side, wasn't it? Besides, he was really not that bad. I swear it.Her nose scrunched up in an adorable frown. “Fun? I
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FORTY-TWO: Angela's POV:No water.No food.No light.No human interaction.How original.I don't know how long I've been in this smelly, fucked up cell but if my guesses were correct, it's been more than three days.Sure, my throat felt parched, and drinking my saliva for relief was no longer working, my stomach had growled for hours, and my intestine had probably eaten the walls of my stomach until it gave up torturing me but it's nothing I can't handle. Really.That whore thinks she could break me easily. So this was her grand plan? I could still remember those silly words leaving her lips, ‘There are other ways to make a cruel bitch suffer.’ A small laugh escaped my lips. Was this suffering?Hunger pangs? Parched mouth? A little discomfort and dizziness from lack of food or proper sleep?Pathetic.Hell, if they'd even ordered some guards right beat me up or something, torture me in the worst ways possible, I would have applauded her. Even that, I could
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FORTY-ONE: Natalia’s POV:It’s been five days since the whole incident and everything seemed a bit better now. I hope it was.Sadly, dad’s condition is the same, and in trying to not show how much it was affecting me cause Carlo might stop me from going with him next time. I keep praying in my heart for a miracle, that something should drastically happen and he wakes up….I know it's not that simple or easy but a girl can only dream…On the bright side, Carlo and Luca talked. They mended their relationship and Luca seems more comfortable around his father now. And Caterina? She'd been beyond shocked to find out what Angela had done. It tore my heart when the old lady broke down in body-wracking sobs, you could tell it hit her really bad… She kind of blamed herself for not raising her right but that's totally bullshit. Everything that happened was all on Angela. No one else was to take the blame.Period.When I'd called Tanya to dump every single detail of the
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FORTY:Carlo's POV:I walked blindly to my room.Later, I might wonder how I got to my room safely without hurting a toe or bumping my head into a wall… Later…I slammed my door shut behind me and my legs were able to carry me some seconds more… Just enough to lead me to the edge of my bed and I fell to the cold, hard marbled floor.I failed.The first drop of hot tear dropped onto my sleeping pants as I drew my knees up to my chest, my elbows leaning on each knee as my head dropped into my palms.I failed everyone.I kept the enemy so close, that it had endangered everyone… especially my son.How could I have been so blind? How didn't I see it? Why did I think we were all one big, loving family?Why didn't I protect my son better?Why didn't I pay closer attention to him? To the things happening in my own home?!Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?????No matter how many times I asked myself that, I came up with nothing!!!No answer. Nothing!!What kind of parent let
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-NINE: Natalia's POV: The guards took her out kicking and screaming. Soon, her shrill screams died out and the room fell quiet. Too quiet. The tension and unspoken words hung heavy in the air like the stench of cow dung.Soon, Enzo saw himself out of Carlo's office, muttering something about being needed in the hospital and I vaguely recalled myself replying as I watched my heart broken man standing rooted to a spot, unmoving….I'd never seen him like this. It made me sad.Luca stood off to the side, probably hoping he was invisible—he looked so small in my eyes it was painful. I think—know—they really needed to talk…What Angela did was unacceptable!When Luca's bloodshot eyes met mine, a sad smile stretched my lips and I urged with a slight movement of my head for him to speak to his father… They both needed it…Luca seemed to contemplate, the fear in his eyes was too sad to look at. I didn't even care that he'd hurt me in the past, he was hurting way
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-EIGHT:Natalia's POV: You know those moments when it feels like you're dreaming but you're sure you're wide awake… or like in movies where the actors are like dumbstruck or something…?All that paled in comparison to how I was feeling. It made no sense… Angela? Angela turning out to be the one who shot my father was crazy. I told her things about me, confided in her… she knew just how much I'd longed to see my own parents…. It hurt, it really fucking did.I almost couldn't breathe as my chest tightened.My nose tingled as I blinked back tears. Seeing my dad hanging on by barely a thread made me miserable, it had torn me and now, knowing it was my friend who'd done it….Did she know he was my father?She had to. Sure, she had been distracted while nursing Rueben back to health but there was no way zia hadn't told her or she hadn't heard gossip from the maids from all the times Gianpaolo and Carlo had fought over me since the discovery.She knew and she
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-SEVEN: Angela's POV:I'm furious. Enraged.Livid.Whatever. You fucking name it!Luca. Foolish, naive, insecure, Luca. Out bested me, outsmarted me…. Ruined my plans. Years and years worth of plans, hardwork, blood and sweat down the drain and all because of that bloody fool!!!But it seemed like it was all worth it in the end if the expression on Carlo's face was any indication. His powerful hand pressed down even more tighter ony wind pipe, robbing me of air, my eyes water and stung. My lungs burned and felt too big for my chest as I struggled. Everything hurt but the pained expression on Carlo's face made it hurt less.A little reward. But still a reward.For years, I'd wanted him on his knees before me, right before I take his life but who knew a man didn't have to kneel to look so… broken, so hurt and mad with anger. I could die like this…. I didn't want to. I still want my revenge but if it was time for me to go, I'd do it. Wherever Alessandro
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-SIX: Carlo's POV: While paying close attention to Luca, I almost missed two of my guards standing on the other side of the room, each of either side of a kneeling Angela. She had her arms behind her and her lips sealed shut with a tape.My first reaction was anger.Why on earth was she being manhandled this way? And where the fuck was her wheelchair?I dragged my attention back to Enzo. “What is the meaning of this?” I snapped at the same time Natalia, gasped…“She can kneel…” That made my brain stop for a brief second and my narrowed eyes were on Natalia. Of course everyone could see Angela was kneeling— Wait….“She told me she was paraplegic,” Natalia voiced the thought that rang in my head at the sudden realization.My eyes darted from Angela to Enzo and back to Angela. My stomach felt cold, tight, way too tight for comfort… “Take the tape off her mouth,” I ordered and one of the men moved to obey. “Angela, explain yourself, what's going on?”Silen
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FIVE:Carlo's POV: 4:16 PMI squinted at my screen, blinking sleep away as I rose to a sitting position careful not to wake Natalia up.Alarm bells went off in my head as I realized what had woken me up; A series of phone calls and texts from Enzo. That could mean only one thing. Trouble.Frowning, I unlocked my phone and scrolled through his messages. Enzo: I've been trying to call you. Enzo: This is frustrating. You usually wake up as soon as your phone rings.Well, he wasn't wrong about that but Natalia had cried for hours—an exaggeration but you get the point. And she'd been so sad it had taken longer than expected to get her to sleep but at least she was eating so that's a win… Bottom line…. I was exhausted.I kept scrolling…Enzo: So I've tried calling Diablo to come get you and he just told me you gave an order to not wake Natalia up. This is fucking serious, Carlo.I exhaled deeply, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I needed her to rest, that was
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FOUR: Luca's POV: FLASHBACK.. THE PREVIOUS DAY… Taking my phone out, I typed out one last text message and I hit send. I stared at the text I'd just sent to Enzo. Me: I know who shot Gianpaolo. Call me. As I waited for a reply or his call, I had time to reflect on my decision. There was no going back now. I thought as I drove back home. I was being fooled by Angela and it had to stop. I loved her. I really did but I know better now… She didn't love me. Not one bit. I was nothing but a tool and yes, years ago, when it all started, I knew our relationship was forbidden but something about the genuine love and care she'd shown me made me say, ‘fuck it.’ There was a time where I thought only she understood me. That her love was special. Sure, papà loved me, zia too but with Angela, it had been different. I'd shared my problems with her and she'd done the same. She'd told me the story about her mother's death and I really wanted