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Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ "You want me to walk you to your door or what?" I rasped, still sprawled out across the sheets. My body felt like it had been through a meat grinder in the best way possible. I watched her struggle with the ruins of that black silk dress, the fabric was torn, a total loss. After the third time she tried to make it work and failed, she gave up and reached for my black t-shirt. "What are you, my boyfriend now?" she shot back. She yanked her long hair out from the collar of the shirt, the fabric hanging halfway down her thighs. She looked absolutely wrecked. Her hair was a bird's nest, her lips were swollen and bruised, and she looked like she’d just crawled out of a beautiful, violent war. I knew I wasn't looking like my usual polished self, either, my skin was covered in her nail marks and shined with sweat. I propped myself up on my elbows, the muscles in my arms twitching. My eyes drifted down, scanning the pale skin of her inner thighs. The marks there were re
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I lay flat on my back, my heart slamming against my ribs. Above me, Gianna was a warm weight, her hair falling over us like a silk curtain. I was still buried deep inside her, the heat of her body tight around me, and every nerve I had was still screaming from the shock of what she had just done. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. I’ve had women before. I’ve had many but this was different. No one had ever dared to put their hands on my throat. No one had ever forced my mouth open with their fingers and told me to stay down. I thought back to the fire in her eyes just a minute ago. That look. That damned look. She looked at me like there'd be consequences if I didn't listen to her. No woman had ever dared to touch me like that. No one had ever looked me in the eye and told me to stay down, and then actually had the power to make me do it. And it had made me come so hard my vision went black, a violent explosion that felt like it was tearing through my very s
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The shame was gone, replaced by a wild, desperate need to please the man who looked at my scars and instead of asking questions, he simply loved them. "I want it," I sobbed, my fingers digging into his hair, "Please, Raphael. I want it." He smiled, pulled his hand back for a split second before bringing his open palm forward. Smack. The sound of his hand hitting my wet, swollen skin was loud. I let out a choked gasp, my back arching off the bed. Before I could even catch my breath, he did it again, and then a third time, hitting me from below with an upward force that made my entire body shudder. "You like that, don't you?" he rasped, watching the skin turn a soft, angry pink. He grabbed my hips and hauled me upward, before flipping me over as if I weighed nothing at all. He shoved my chest down into the pillows and yanked my hips high into the air, forcing me onto my hands and knees again. He settled in behind me, his thighs brushing against mine. I felt the
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I felt his body go completely still against mine. His jaw went slack for a second before his teeth clicked together in a hard, tight line. He stared down at me, his eyes searching my face with disbelief. "I didn't want you to go in blind," I said, a hollow laugh bubbling in my chest. "Like I did to you at the office. If I had been honest about being... you know, an idiot, you never would have let me through the door. I just don't want you to look at me afterward and feel sick. I can... I can use my hands, or my mouth. We don't have to go all the way. You don't have to touch the parts of me that are ruined." "What the fuck?" he rasped, his voice breathy and filled with disbelief. Raphael jerked back, his arms stiffening as he pushed himself away from me. "What the fuck?" he said again. He stared at the space where my nightdress was bunched at my waist, his chest heaving as if he couldn't get enough air. He’s thinking about the scars and he’s already sickened.
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ All I tasted was his heat, my head snapping back against the door as his teeth grazed my bottom lip. I let out a low moan, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, trying to pull him even closer. I felt his hand leave my waist, the heat of his palm burning through the black satin. He traced the curve of my hip, his thumb dragging over the fabric with a rough pressure that made my toes curl. He moved up, his touch skimming over my ribs, barely brushing the side of my breast. Then, his fingers reached my throat. He wrapped his large hand around my neck, his grip tightening until the world narrowed down to just him. He tilted my head back, exposing the line of my throat to the dim light. He broke the kiss, but only to trail his tongue down the side of my neck. I shivered, my eyes fluttering shut as he licked a path from my collarbone up to the edge of my chin. He tasted every inch of me like a starving man who had finally found water. His breath wa
Gianna | Age 11 | Toricelli Estate, Chester County, PA "The nerve of that whore!" My father’s voice exploded through the room. He didn't just drop his phone, he hurled it. The device slammed into the wall, the screen spider-webbing into a thousand pieces before it hit the floor. I flinched, my small shoulders hunching up toward my ears. My stepmother, Perla, didn't move. She sat on the velvet sofa, her fingers stroking the hair of my little half-brother, Gio. Giovanni Jr. was the new prince, the one everyone said would lead the Syndicate one day. Since he was born, I have been pushed to the side. But even though I was in the backseat now, Daddy still looked at me like I was his most precious prize. He made sure I was perfect, every hair in place, every dress expensive, every need met before I even had to ask. Sometimes his voice turns harsh. And words that leaves his mouth stings longer than they should. He doesn’t just call me useless. He says I’m a mistake he can’t correc
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold marble wall, my glass heavy in my hand. My brothers were all around me, a solid wall of dark suits, expensive cologne, and mean faces. We stood in the shadows of the hall, watching the reception like it was a funeral. Across the room, our father was a
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The room was too big. It was too quiet, and it smelled too much like expensive flowers and floor wax. I lay in the middle of the massive bed, feeling like a speck of dust in this giant, cold mansion. I pulled the silk sheets up to my chin, but they didn't feel warm. They just felt
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stayed frozen on the floor, my eyes glued to the pattern of the rug. I couldn't look up, I literally couldn't force my neck to move. The heat in my face was so intense I felt like I was actually burning alive. I just wanted to disappear, to turn into dust and blow away under the g
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I paced back and forth across the rug in my new room. I was already dressed for my classes, a pair of tight blue jeans, a soft white crop top but I couldn't bring myself to open the door. My stomach felt like it was full of angry snakes. Every time I thought about going downstairs







