Mag-log inIsabella's POV The words sent a dark thrill through me, mixing fear with a heat I couldn’t deny. Carlos was whimpering on the other side of the glass, blood dripping from his face. One of Massimo’s men stepped into view, picking up a tool that glinted under the harsh light. The screams grew louder.I squirmed on Massimo’s lap, the pressure of his hard cock against my bare ass making me wetter than I should’ve been in a place like this. His grip on my throat tightened just a fraction…a warning that sent another rush of heat through my body. His other hand slid up my thigh, under the oversized black shirt, fingers teasing right at the edge of where I needed him most.“No underwear,” he whispered, voice thick with dark satisfaction as his fingers brushed my clit. I whimpered, pressing my ass back against him, desperate for more friction. I tried to close my eyes for just a second, to catch my breath, but his hand tightened on my neck.“Keep watching,” he ordered, lips brushing my ear. H
Isabella's POV “You’re full of surprises, Isabella,” Massimo murmured. His voice was low, rough. It sent shivers racing down my spine. “After everything that just happened…that’s what you ask for?”I raised an eyebrow, still wrapped around him like I belonged there. My heart was pounding, but not from fear anymore. “What should I have asked for? A mansion?” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “You should know me by now, Massimo. I’ll never miss an opportunity to get what I want from you.”His hands tightened on my thighs, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel claimed.“Sure your pussy can handle it?” he asked, voice dropping even lower.A wicked smile tugged at my lips. “Why don’t you try and see?”Massimo laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. “If I eat you out, princess, you’re going to cry. You’re going to beg me to stop…but I won’t. You’re going to be gushing all over my face, cumming over and over until your legs shake so bad you can’t stand
Isabella's POV “Go ahead. Shoot her.”My heart stopped for a second. Carlos froze, the gun still pointed at my head, his finger trembling on the trigger. His smug face twisted into pure panic. The color drained from his skin so fast he looked like a ghost.“D-Don…what are you doing here?” Carlos stammered, his voice cracking. The gun in his hand shook. That arrogant smirk he had worn seconds ago was completely gone, replaced by raw fear.Massimo stood by the door, hands casually in his pockets, looking as calm and deadly as ever. His eyes met mine for a brief moment…cold, intense, unreadable…before turning back to Carlos and Leo. Leo looked like he had seen a ghost, his face pale and sweaty.“You were going to shoot her,” Massimo said flatly. “Go on.”Carlos shook his head quickly, lowering the gun a little. “Don, we just wanted to take care of her for you. We know you don’t get involved in trivial matters. She was snooping around the house when you weren’t home. We thought she was
Isabella's POV My head hurt like crazy. A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed behind my eyes with every heartbeat. I groaned, trying to move, but my body wouldn't listen. Everything felt fuzzy, disconnected.I could feel movement, like I was being bounced around in the trunk of a car. My arms were tied tightly behind my back, and tape covered my mouth. Everywhere was dark. These bastards had the guts to throw me in here like garbage. I struggled hard, twisting my body, but the space was too tight. Panic clawed at my throat.I hated dark places. I hated small spaces even more. They gave me terrible anxiety, made my chest feel like it was caving in. And yet here I was, trapped in this metal box with no air, no light, no way out. ‘Let me out!’ I wanted to scream, but the words came out as muffled grunts against the tape. My breathing became fast and shallow. I kicked at the sides of the trunk, but it only made the car jolt and push me into a more uncomfortable position.‘You fucking bastards
Isabella's POV I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, boredom eating away at me. I had no idea how long Massimo planned to keep me locked in here, but honestly, I didn’t care. As long as he kept me close, that was all that mattered. I was his now. Or at least I wanted to be. The welts from the whip still stung a little on my skin, but every time I thought about the way he looked at me, the way his hands felt, heat rushed through my body again. I bit my lip and shifted on the sheets, my thighs pressing together.The room was quiet. I had changed into one of the new simple outfits…a soft black t-shirt and shorts…and now there was nothing left to do but wait.My mind kept replaying the bet I made with him. The way I had straddled him, grinding on his hard cock, whispering that I wanted him to fuck me. The tension between us had been so thick I could barely breathe. I smiled to myself in the silence. He wanted me. I could feel it. He was just fighting it.I closed my eyes for a secon
Massimo's POV That night I was…“Don, are you okay?” Markus’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. His tone was careful, like he knew exactly where my mind had gone.I blinked, realizing I had stopped halfway down the stairs. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles ached.I nodded once, sharp. We continued down the steps…the sound of my shoes loud in the otherwise quiet house.“Damiano called,” I said.Markus froze for half a second on the step behind me, then caught up. “That bastard,” he muttered under his breath. “What’s your plan, Don?”I didn’t answer right away. My mind was still a mess.“For now, I just want him on his toes,” I finally said, voice low. “Not knowing what will happen to his daughter. Let him imagine every filthy thing I could be doing to her. Let it eat him alive.”Markus gave a grim nod. We stepped out into the cool morning air, and I stopped by the car.“Take me to The House of De Luca. I have business to take care of.” I said to Markus.“Yes, Don.” He open
Massimo's POV I didn’t know how it happened. One second she was standing there, the next she was gone. My body moved on pure instinct, faster than thought. I lunged forward like a bolt of lightning, half my torso hanging over the balcony. My hand shot out and caught her wrist at the last possible
Chapter 14 Massimo's POV I was surprised at my own control. Any other man would have crossed the room in two strides, ripped that shirt off her body, and buried himself deep inside her until she couldn’t think straight. But I stayed rooted for a moment, hands shoved deep into my pockets, finger
Massimo's POV “Massimo please…I don’t know how I got here,” Bianca whispered, her voice shaky as she tried to pry my fingers from around her neck. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears gathering at the corners, but I didn’t loosen my grip. “You don’t know how you got here and you want me to believ
Massimo's POV I stepped through the front door of my house, the heavy wood slamming shut behind me with a sound that matched the storm raging in my chest. Blood still stained my shirt from the warehouse, and the metallic smell clung to me like a second skin. My mind was a battlefield…thoughts of t







