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Chapter 2. Isabella’s Pov. Without any form of hesitation, my legs subconsciously walked me closer and in no time I was standing in front of him. Heck! I was so small standing next to him that the height differences were overly obvious. His cologne gripped my nostril and my pussy tingle at the aura of dominance that stimulated me. His emerald green eyes pierced into mine and I felt chills wrecking through my system. Who the fuck was this man, his presence alone was so domineering. “Are you just going to stand and do nothing? Get on your fucking kneels and take my cock into your damn month.” My kneels met the floor immediately, his undertone sending loads of shivers down my body. His ever-dominating voice sends more pleasure to my pussy than Nathan's damn hand could ever try. I looked up at his face and he had this very stern look, yet gorgeousness still prevailed. I gulped down the lumps of pleasure that settled in my throat before taking my hands to his massive cock. As my hand fell on his cock, a soft curse escaped his lips leaving a tingling impact on my already anticipating pussy. I felt so useless, I could barely think straight, the only thing I wanted was to have his hard and veiny member sliding into my pussy, fuck! He was so damn huge. “Do you not know how to do anything? Take your hand to my cock and rub on it.” His voice was stern and dominating, and I found myself complying. My tiny hand managed to get a hold of his 9 inches huge hard cock and before I could think straight, I was already gliding my hand up and down on his cock and it felt so fucking right and wrong at the same time. I didn't know this man. I had a family outside waiting to show me off to the man who has been taking care of me all my life, yet I was here, pleasuring an unknown man’s cock and ready to take his pretty lengthy cock. “Fuck!” his soft groan pulled me out of my thoughts as I ran my hand over his cock, loving the feel of my hand against his cock and the sight of his throbbing cock against my hand. “Oh fuck it little one! Yes urghhh! Your tiny hands do know how to naively pleasure a cock. Now wrap that pretty little slutry mouth around my cock and bob your head on it.” To my utmost surprise, his dirty words had me dripping more than I was before. The need to touch me nagged at me, but I brushed it away, taking my mouth closer to his cock. I stuck my tongue out and I licked on the precum on the cap of his dick, it tasted so well. “Yes!” his moans resonated through the room and I continued to glide my tongue around his cock, licking and licking all over his cock. It felt so good, to hear him moan to me this way, I doubted that I was doing a good job, but hearing him moan boosted my confidence and I suddenly wanted to do more. I opened my tiny little mouth and tried taking his cock into my mouth, but he was too huge, I could barely make it past the cap of his dick. Just while I tried pulling backward I felt him sneak a hand to the back of my hair, his finger digging pleasurably into my already messy hair and gripping some strand of it up, shoving his cock into my mouth in one rough thrust. “Yes!” he grunted with gritted teeth and his grip on my scalp tightened. My eyes widened with tears sprinkling the back of my eyes, but the feeling of his cock hitting on my throat made my pussy throb with the intense need to be fucked so senselessly. It felt good, it felt so fucking good having him this way in my mouth. He waited for a while, to settle into my little mouth, then gently he started thrusting. “Oh fucking hell!” he let out a pleasurable groan, his grip on my scalp tightening with every fucking thrust. His cock throbbed in my mouth and he stared down at me with parted lips that indicated how much pleasure he was receiving from fucking my mouth. His both hands gripped my hair and my hand fell to his lips as he began to fuck my mouth. “Fuck! Yes! “Urgh!” “Ye! Oh my! Fuck! “Your little mouth sure knows how to pleasure a cock! Yes! Fuck! Urgghh.” his delightful grunts filled the air and I feared being caught, however, the fear only induced greater pleasure in me. His pace had suddenly quickened and my pussy was throbbing hard at each harder thrust he made. “Yes! Fuck! You so fucking good slut! Your slutry mouth fucking takes me well! Yes! He bit on his lower lips throwing his head backward and grunting louder while I moaned on his hot cock, my pussy tingled and throbbed, fuck! I felt those tiny sparkles those shivers that I have never felt before! It felt so fucking good! My cravings were being satisfied by this stranger, he was fucking my mouth this good and calling me all the slutty names that made my stomach flip and my pussy Chim! I was wrong! I was wrong to have agreed with Nathan! My libido was not high! He just didn't know how to make me feel good! He just didn't know how to fucking use those slutry words. He just didn't know how to fuck my mouth and make me crave to lose myself to him. My heart leaped as I felt the pleasure of the hard thrust of the cap of his cock hitting roughly against my fold, my pussy clenched! And I stared up at him with wild eyes, his cock, taking the most of my mouth. His body was filled with sweat and he was fucking handsome looking so slutry, his lips were roughly parted and the only thing that left them were moans, moans that made my heart leap in and my pussy spurt in pleasure. His pace suddenly fastened and he had become 50 shades faster than how fast he was, it was hard yet pleasurable, and I felt he was going to cum. The pleasure I felt had turned 50 shades ecstatic. He gripped my cheeks, pressing it hard and ramming into me while grunting out sexual moans enough to make me cum. “Yes! Fuck! I am going to fucking cum! And I am going to cum in this little pretty mouth of yours! Argh! Yes! And I am going to watch you swallow my cum while making that pretty face!” Fuck! The hell! Where in the world was this Man from? Striking hot! With a huge dick and he was so fucking good with words. He was every fucking thing I needed. Lost In the thoughts of how hot he was, I felt a thick yet liquid substance dropping on my face, I jolted out of my thoughts to meet him stroking the cum out of his dick his mouth slightly parted with 50 shades of pleasure resonating in his eyes. “Stick your tongue out and fucking take my cum.” Without reluctance. I stuck my tongue out loving the dominance his voice always held and the ability it had to compel me into doing it. “Yes!” he groaned spilling his cum into my mouth and I took every bit of it, happily like the slut he had called me, like the slut I felt like today. I gulped it down making an awkward face, but the look in his eyes showed that he liked it. This was my first taste of cum, and it was from a stranger, a stranger I know nothing of. I stuck out my tongue again not wanting to miss out on it, even though it tasted a bit salty I loved every bit of it and I wasn't willing to miss out on it. He was finally done spilling his cum into my mouth and now I was seating on my foot, staring up at him as he stroked his cock softly. He took his gaze from his cock and stared down at me, his eyes pierced into mine like it was searching for something, and I suddenly felt waves of pleasure surging into me as his powerful sankapu eyes held mine, his hand reaching for my chin. “What are you going to say to me for letting you have my dick?” My heart leaped and I stared at him unable to control the waves of pleasure surging into me. What was I supposed to say? Ummm… I managed to look up at him and right there in his eyes, I found the answer, Daddy. I should have called him Daddy, it was just for today anyway. “Thank you, Daddy, for fucking my little mouth and letting me have your precious cock in my mouth.” I felt naughty saying it, but, the throbbing sight of his cock made me squirm happily. His face contoured into a soft frown, his brows knitted, and his eyes turned darker with desire speaking prudently in them, his eyes pierced deeper into mine, more like, piercing into my soul rebuilding pleasure in my already curious pussy, till he dropped something more delightful. “Now I suddenly want to fuck you!” Fuck! His deep Octava left my pussy throbbing and tingling with the intense need to be fucked!Chapter 167.“Yes, I don’t want to see you anywhere near him,” Alessio admitted, his voice low and firm while his dark eyes burned with pure possessive anger. “Yes, the moment I saw his fingers around your wrist, I wanted to grab a knife and chop his hands off one by one! But I am not an idiot, Dora. I can clearly tell you were only standing with him because you needed safety from that mob.”He was completely right, and Isadora knew it. She looked down at her lap, processing how easily he read her. The quiet inside the car became heavy, broken only by the sound of their breathing as they both tried to regain control over their emotions.“How did you even know I was in trouble?” she asked softly.Alessio let out a tired sigh. He looked out the tinted window at the dark hill for a second before turning back to face her.“I saw a group of aggressive bloggers hanging around the main road near the hospital,” he said directly. “And then… I saw this.”He reached into his pocket and pulled ou
Chapter 166. Alessio didn’t even spare Damon a second glance. He didn't have to. But Damon stood frozen on the pavement, his knuckles white as his nails dug violently into his own palms. He was practically vibrating with rage, waiting for Alessio to launch an insult or initiate a fight. But Alessio completely ignored his existence. Instead, he wrapped his long, arm around Isadora’s waist, pulling her flush against his side. The action startled Isadora. Only because they were in public and this could cost them harm. But regardless, Isadora clung to him without even touching him, her body leaning into his broad frame like he was her absolute hope in the middle of the dark night. Because he was. Even with his sculpted jawline set like stone and his expression remaining unreadably cold, she felt infinitely safer beside him. It was a weird, contradictory feeling, but his solid presence instantly washed away the last traces of her panic. Alessio smoothly guided her into the back of h
Chapter 165.“What?” Damon asked, his smooth confidence instantly shattering. “Ninety… ninety billion dollars?”Isadora’s smirk widened into a calm, mocking smile. “You see, Mr. Damon? You cannot possibly pay me twice as much as what he has given me.”Damon stared at her in dead silence for a few seconds before a long, heavy exhale escaped his chest. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair as a dry chuckle left his throat.“You almost had me there,” Damon said, leaning back into his seat with a relieved sigh. “So you’re playing jokes on me now? Because I am certain no fashion firm on this planet would ever pay that kind of money to a new model.”Isadora’s smile faded gently, replaced by a serious, grounded look. “Of course not, Mr. Damon. No firm would pay that. I was simply making a point.”Damon adjusted his jacket, leaning back toward her. “So… will you consider my offer, then? Will you come work with me?”Isadora didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second. She shoo
Chapter 164.On quiet side street near Saint Jude’s Hospital, the dark luxury SUV belonging to Velour & Thorne remained parked against the curb.Inside the rear passenger compartment, the atmosphere was thick with uncomfortable silence.Isadora sat stiffly against the leather seat, her head resting back against the headrest as she slowly recovered from the suffocating panic attack that had nearly crushed her outside the hospital walls. Her mind was still racingg, but she took slow steady breaths reassuring herself that she was now in a less terrifying place. Damon sat beside her, watching her with a gentle, attentive gaze. He reached for the ignition switch, preparing to put the car in drive and navigate away from the area.“Wait,” Isadora’s quiet voice broke through the dark cabin.Damon paused, his hand hovering over the gear shift as he turned to look at her. “What’s wrong?”“Please… don’t drive away,” Isadora murmured, her eyes staring blankly out the tinted glass window. “I am f
Chapter 163.The sprawling Bianchi estate was dead silent under the dark expanse of the night sky. Up on the second-floor terrace, Alessio stood near the glass railing, his broad, tall frame clad in a relaxed black hoodie and matching black joggers.To anyone else, he looked completely calm, holding a heavy crystal glass of red wine between his long fingers as he took a slow, deliberate sip. But beneath that stoic, unreadable exterior, a lethal fire was raging inside his chest. Isadora should have been back hours ago. The moment she left his office with Flora, his mind hadn’t known a single second of peace.The low hum of tires on the gravel driveway below caught his attention. Alessio’s dark eyes narrowed as he watched Mitchell’s sleek sports car pull up to the front entrance.His sharp brows pulled together into a tight, severe knot when he saw Mitchell step out of the vehicle completely alone.Alessio set his wine glass down on the iron table with a dull thud, turned on his heel, a
Chapter 162.Blinding white light exploded repeatedly against her eyes, leaving her disoriented and dizzy.“Isadora! Why are you out here alone on the street trying to get a cab?!”“Where is your security detail? Does Alessio Bianchi know his new lead model is taking public taxis?!”“Look at her face! Is it true you were just an assistant yesterday? How did you land a multimillion-dollar deal overnight?!”Microphones and phones were shoved within inches of her cheeks. Voices shouted over one another, accusing, probing, and filming every single twitch of her face as the crowd tightened its circle around her small frame, trapping her completely on the curb.Isadora stood completely frozen in her position.Her mind went entirely blank. Her breathing stopped in her throat, her eyes wide with terror under the brim of her cap as the blinding flashes washed over her, leaving her utterly helpless in the middle of the dark street. Every question they were asking were question only a close pers







