Vito's POV:Akira bit her bottom lip, her naked body sprawled on my bed, ready for me. She was almost the most perfect thing in the entire world. Almost. Her one flaw; she was obsessive, and I hated anyone who tried to act as if they possessed me in any way. The psycho even followed me on my honeymoon to Rome. "I'm so wet for you," Akira moaned seductively. I smirked, buttoning down my shirt. I felt my dick getting even harder as I watched her rub herself. "Baby?" suddenly stopped and sat up. "Yes, Akira?"She batted her long lashes."Could you take off your ring?" "Taking off my ring doesn't change the fact that I'm married, Akira," I told her dryly. "I know but it's just...I thought you'd marry me. You said it yourself. I understand you and I always say and do the right things. And I love you Vito. If you really needed a wife, why didn't you marry me?" I groaned in frustration as I felt my erection die. "Not this shit again."Her brows furrowed as she grabbed her robe and put
I sat alone in the hotel dining, occasionally sipping on my black coffee. I stared at the wall, thinking of last night. Did that really happen? And after told him I had kissed his brother I thought he was gonna kiss me? "Coglione (idiot)," I cursed myself quietly."Mistress, are you ready to leave?" Carlo asked as he approached me. I nodded, taking my purse and following him outside. He opened the car door for me, and I sat in the back. I stuck in my earphones and listened to music on the long drive. This time it was just me and Carlo. I didn't expect Vito to come with us anyway. "Mistress, are you hungry?" Carlo asked every hour or so. I would just smile politely and shake my head even though I was literally starving. I didn't want to be more of an inconvenience than I already was. Carlo was already stuck on babysitting duty for four days. He must've hated me by then. We arrived in Milan at around midday. Instead of taking me back to Giovanni's, Carlo drove me to a massive isola
Gia's POV:I hated Vito. I hated everything about him. I hated his stupid beautiful face. I hated how his words broke me down. I hated everything about the asshole. Somehow, even when I hated him that much, I just wanted, desperately, for him to stop treating me as if I was an incompetent child. Over the next few weeks Vito slowly moved in with me. Brunella also moved in. I felt less lonely with her around. Vito barely spoke to me, let alone acknowledged my existence. If he needed to ask me something, he'd ask through either Carlo or Brunella. He slept downstairs in one of the guest bedrooms. I saw that one coming. I woke up at 8am and went down for breakfast as I always did. Vito and I always had breakfast together at the kitchen table. He'd scroll on social media or make endless phone calls while I ate across him silently. On this particular day however, he suddenly looked up at me. "My men will be coming the house frequently for business since you've settled in now," he informed
Vito's POV:Sometimes I really hated Akira. Somehow she had coerced me into staying at her apartment for three days after we left the mansion together on the day of the meeting. That's why I was a little bit nervous to see Gia when I came back home. It was a very unfamiliar feeling.It was midday when I returned home. The house was dead quiet as always, and both Gia and Brunella were nowhere to be found. "Brunella?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen. She came out running out of the laundry room with a basket in her hands. "Salve signore, come sta? (Hello sir. How are you?)" She greeted me with a polite smile."Bene (good). Where's Gia?" I asked immediately. "She's out by the pool, signore."I nodded as I went outside by the back french doors. I circled the pool but she wasn't there. I went back inside and looked for her in her room. She wasn't there either. Suddenly I heard her sweet laughter coming from downstairs so I hurried over. She was in the living room, in front of
Gia's POV:A week had passed since my incident with Vito, yet I still felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I only left my room when he wasn't at home, which was most of the time. I couldn't bring myself to face him after what had happened. I hated myself for the way my body reacted to his.. I hated myself even more for actually cumming in his mouth. But the person I hated more than myself was him. He took advantage of my vulnerability and loneliness. Even though I was avoiding him, it's not like he had gone out of his was to talk to me either. He had just gone back to pretending I didn't exist. My phone suddenly vibrated under my pillow. I pulled it out and answered the unknown number. "Good day, Gia. This Kelsey from the University of California. I've noticed that you were accepted about two months ago but we haven't gotten any kind of response from you."My eyes widened as I sat upright. "Hello, Kelsey. I had absolutely no idea that I was accepted. Thank you much but...I moved
Vito's POV: This little girl thought she was untouchable or fucking special, but she wasn't. I was going to fuck her, one way or the other. It would be much easier now that she was sharing her room with me. For now, I'd be the gentleman and take her to dinner. She was my wife after all. I tapped my foot in frustration. Why was she taking so damn long to get ready? Suddenly, when I looked up at the stairs Gia was coming down. Fuck was she a sight. She wore a tiny black dress and heels. Her lips were painted in red, and her hair was straightened, swaying with every step she took. She looked...beautiful. "Took you long enough," I grumbled as she stood in front of me. She pouted, but said nothing. We drove to my favorite restaurant in town, a low key place that wasn't even that fancy or expensive. My mother used to take me there when I was younger."Mr Armani," I was immediately greeted at the door by a short dark haired woman with a pleasant smile. She glanced at Gia. "Welcome. Table
I peeled my eyes open as I rolled around. The bed was too warm, and the sheets stuck to my skin. A loud groan eascaped my lips. I felt completely exhausted, even if I had just woken up. My eyes lingered to my side where Vito laid peacefully, shirtless with black pants. Fucking hell. His abs and muscles gave him a sculptured look. I laid back down, watching him, not in a creepy-stalker-way, but in more of a maybe-he's-not-so-bad-way. I hardly remembered a single thing that had happened the previous night. I knew for a fact I had probably irritated the shit out of him, but that's okay. It was his fault I had that much to drink anyway. I pulled the duvet off me, getting up, but stopped in horror when I realized that I was naked. I still had my panties on, but who knew what the testa di cazzo (dickhead) had done to me? I gasped as I immediately covered my body, looking back at Vito.The son of a bitch fucking raped me. I didn't feel any pain, however, aside from a slight headache which
I watched Massimo bite into his steak and cheese sandwich, closing his eyes in delight to savour the taste. "Don't stare," he suddenly chuckled. "It's rude."I rolled my eyes, my lips curving into a smile. "It's only rude when I do it, but everybody else does it," I pointed out as I turned to look around the restaurant. All the women were gawking at him, but he didn't seem to mind. I looked back at him, and he just smiled innocently. "The difference between you and them is that I could have any of them if I wanted to," he leaned forward, "but you, you're the forbidden fruit. Reserved for my brother."I scoffed, ignoring the blush that crept onto my cheeks. "Yeah I'm reserved alright."Massimo leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Trouble in paradise?""It was never paradise to begin with," I shook my head. "That's what happens when you take two strangers and force them together. He's sleeping with this girl, Akira. I bet he's with her right now."Massimo nodded