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Chapter 6. ISABELLA’S POV. My heart flipped as he kissed me back passionately, his lips moving against mine in a way that sent tingles of excitement and lust through my body. My pussy clenched and throbbed in response to his smooching kiss. His hand fondled on my ass intensifying the waves of pleasure that crashed into my pussy and made me a dripping mess. Subconsciously, I sent my hands into his hair, ruffling it softly and deepening the kiss. Fuck! he was so fucking great! This was the best kiss I have ever had. No one has ever made me this way from just kissing. I knew this wasn't right. I should control myself around him, I shouldn't be kissing or indulging in any sexual act or wanting more from him cause he is my late father’s friend and my acting father, but how can I not when I already know what it feels like to have him inside of my mouth? how can I not, when his member has become really hard and is now pressing against my ass. Fuck! My pussy was dripping wet! and I wish he would just slam me over the wall and take away the only thing left that makes me decent. His low moans filled my mouth and my tongue swayed around his lips, tasting him like it was my first take of whine and liquor. The taste of the apple juice we had a while ago clouded my nostrils and his scent filled my body. It was so freaking good. Our kisses had turned into smooching kisses and I was expecting this to go further till I felt his grip on my ass loosen and he pulled out of the kiss dropping me on the floor. I bit on my lower and tried staring up at him but his eyes had suddenly turned cold. “Do not jump on me ever again, Isa.” My heart flipped at the soothing sound of his undertone and my eyes stupidly fell on his crotch. My eyes widened and I bit on my lower lips, the tempting sight of his covered crotch messing with my brain. It felt so huge and the nasty urge to run my hands around it nagged at me, lost in my web of admiration I felt his hand on my chin, he raised it up and my eyes fell on his cold yet Auroring eyes. I felt my heart flip and a pool of heat streamed down my legs as his emerald-green eyes pierced into my soul. “Messing around is not allowed Isa, I won't let this happen again. Okay?” Yet again, I gulped down nothing before nodding my head to him, my pussy throbbing and itching in anticipation to have him filling me up. “This is your room. Some maids would be signed to you. Let me know when you need anything, and when you need to step out.” I bit on my lower lips, loving the hard yet melodic sound of his voice. “Thank you, sir,” I replied in a low whisper and I heard him groan a bit. He didn't say a word to me before turning around and storming out of the room. My lips twitched into a gentle smile! I had a chokehold on him and it was freaking obvious. I threw myself on the wide bed. My pussy was dripping and heck! I really do need a release. ***** The next day. I woke up the next day to the sight of two vibrant ladies dressed in a white and black maid dress. “Good morning ma'am.” they both greeted in unison and I bowed my head gently to them, sitting upright and running my hands through my eyes. I stared around the room and everywhere was looking so neat, not like it wasn't yesterday but it was extremely neat today. “Mr. Ignazio asked that we come to clean up, bathe you up, and help with all your needs.” Bath me up? I surprisingly mumble within me. Does that man think of me as a lesbian or what? “I can do the bathing,” I replied with a smile and they nodded, giving me space as I stepped out of the bed and dashed into the bathroom while they bowed to me. I awkwardly held onto my robe and walked into the bathroom. The life of the rich does feel wired. I let loose my robe and stepped under the shower, letting the cold water engage with my skin. After several minutes I returned to the room to meet with the sparkling sight of the room. My bed had been arranged neatly and one of the maids was standing at the east side of my bed with her hands on her back. “My lady.” she bowed. “Do you need me to do anything for you?” My grip on my towel tightened and I shook my head negatively. “I can do every other thing. Thanks.” “Breakfast is ready ma'am the time frame is 8, you should be at the dining table by 8.” “Okay.” She bowed and my eyes followed her as she walked away. I let out a sigh of relief and let loose my towel. “I can't believe I have to live with this every single day.” I proceeded to dress for the day and once I was done I grabbed my tote bag and took the elevator to the last floor. I located the dining room and the moment I walked in Mr Ignazio was already at the dining table. “Good morning sir.” I greeted in the most peaceful voice and my knees suddenly went numb the moment his flirtatious eye fell on my body, inviting pleasure into my pussy and making me clamp my legs softly. Ignazio’s Pov. My dick throbbed underneath my brief at the soothing sound of her voice. I raced my gaze up to get a glimpse of her but I subconsciously left my gaze on her body. Heck! My heart made a flip and I felt waves of ecstasy flushing into my body. She looked fucking great! And her dressing! They were lots of skin but she ate. She was dressed in my favorite color, a black two-piece, a skirt, and a crop top, I could tell that she had no bra on cause her nipples kept growing erect with each minute, my eyes trailed down to her exposed thighs, her skirt was a shape-snatching skirt that enhanced her hourglass shape and stopped right above her knees. She had white sneakers on and a black strap complementing it, a tote bag, and a glass to keep her hair in check! She had few accessories on and I could perceive her scent from here. Hell, she smelled so freaking nice! She had a great fashion sense, one I never thought of, and a killer shape that made me want to go nuts. She cleared her throat softly in the air and I batted my lashes softly, soft enough for her to not get an idea of. Her shape was killing me and I swear down I do not know how long I would be able to hold it in. The urge to have an everlasting taste of her. “You are set for school?” “Yes,” she muttered in a low whisper and my cock throbbed in response. The same voice that got me wanking off in my room last night. “A driver has been assigned to you as well as two bodyguards. Pick whichever car you like from the new cars outside.” “Oh my,” she exclaimed, her eyes glistering with so much happiness. “Thank you sir.” she composed and I could tell she did a lot restraining the urge to jump on me. “Seat and have your breakfast.” She replied with a gentle nod and took a seat right next to me, her scent filling and tormenting my nostrils like she was doing all of this purposely. We settled into the food and the whole dining room went silent for a long time till my mind drifted off to Ama’s words from yesterday. “So you have a boyfriend?” I found myself asking. Her grip on her cutleries loosened and she hesitated a while before giving a reply. “We broke up yesterday.” “Why?” I asked like I cared. I didn't. I was trying so hard to burry the jubilation inside of me. “He rather bend and have his hole lubed .” A gay! I figured it out from her reply and smiled inwardly. “He never gives you a fickle does he?” “Not even a turn-on,” she replied with an irked expression and I felt superior. “How about me?” I didn't know when the question fell off my mouth but I loved how husky it came out. The room. Went silent and I sipped from my juice, staring at her in the most captivating way ever. “Do I turn you on?” I finalized and I saw her nipples reacting to my words. She dropped her cutleries and raised her gaze to me. “You don't just turn me on. You rip moans off my throat.” the blissful sound of her voice filled my entire body with pleasure and I needed one thing, to get down with her. “On the desk!” I commanded my cock throbbing and with the intense need to have her. And as slutry as I know she is, she was already on the dining table, kneeling on it like a submissive ready to take her master’s cock. She will make one. I got on my feet taking closer steps toward her and I watched as she reached for her boobs fondling them softly and giving me the most seductive glare ever. Oh heavens. This wasn't the plan I had for us. I know this isn't right, but I couldn't help it a bit. I thought I would be able to move past what I had with her at the restaurant restroom yesterday, but since the moment she stepped into this house, I didn't need to be told that I was done for. I am sorry heavenly brother Iviano, but promises are meant to be broken. My eyes fell on hers and I groaned out softly. “Sit your ass on that chair and spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see all of you. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs.”Chapter 76.Alpha Lucien’s Pov.My brows pulled together and I stared at her momentarily, perplexed and amused at the same time.My jaw tightened, her ridiculous move repulsed me more than her presence.“I have zero tolerance for jokes, Miss Carter. So I will ask you this question again… did you try to harm Pearl?”A flicker of anger flashed against her eyes and she looked away, trying to avoid my gaze.“Answer me!” I groaned, my patience hanging on a thin line.“Yes!” She flinched, her voice coming out in a yell.The air in the room stilled and her words echoed through the room, sharp and piercing.Yes was the reply I wanted to hear, but for some reason, those words pierced through my heart as hard as I know it would if Pearl ever found out.My lashes fluttered, a feeling of perplexity washing over me.“Why?” The question came out tight and strained. I was angry. My blood was boiling and right now every inch of me desired to grip her neck, pull her closer and strip her of every breat
Chapter 5. Isadora’s heart skipped at the sudden realization. Agency? Slut? Whore. All those names were for call girls. And she wasn't. She was a call girl. But how does she explain that she wasn't? How does she explain she wasn't a call girl when her body was burning and her pussy was dripping and desiring more of him? She should pull away, a voice whispered in her head, but Isadora was too weak, too needy, and too helpless to pull away. Her skin was on fire, and her pussy was pleading and dripping so hard for him to fuck her. She didn't want this… but her body wanted it and she couldn't fight against it. So she just settled into his huge arms, reminding herself that she would never meet him again, and this…. This was just a one-night thing, to get rid of the state Manson has placed her in. And to also relieve herself of this unshakable urge. The door to a room opened and Alessio walked them into his private suite, the cool air of the room grazing their skin as he shut the doo
Chapter 4. Slut? The word struck her like a slap, but his command struck her like lightning. Alessio’s voice was calm, too calm to have made her body jolt with so much sensation. A feeling rose between her thighs, daring her to take the bait. No one. Absolutely no one in this world has ever called her slut. But he did. And somewhere between shame and pleasure. She loved it. Her eyes dropped down to his cock, watching him as he leaned back into the chair before directing her gaze back to the tip of his cock that was already leaking with precum. ‘Leave.’ A voice in her head yelled… and something in her yeiled to that. Yes. She should leave. Just because she was drugged and dripping and unable to control herself doesn't mean she was helpless. With all power mustered, Isadora made to pull away, but just as she turned, Alessio's hand found her hair, yanking her back into her pussying. “Ouch….” Isadora flinched, her eyes squinting from the pain of his grip. Alessio leane
Chapter 3. Isadora’s body stilled, too stiff to move an inch away from his lap. The tension in the room stretched, and her eyes dragged across his physique… Hard angled brows, straight nose, sharp jawline, curtain mullet hair, and a fucking lips that could do a perfect job between her already twitching pussy. God! He was hot! Too hot to walk on the planet, Earth. His jaws were sharp. And his eyes were cold and piercing. But all of that did not take a single inch of gorgeousness away from him. A feeling tingled between her legs and her thighs clamped instinctively, trying to suppress the pressure that was building hotter between them.Isadora’s throat bobbled as she suppressed a lump, spontaneously grinding her ass into something hot. Once, her belly tightened immediately, mind straying to the thoughts of what could be pressing into her ass. For a second, she forgot why she was in this room and the only thing that suddenly mattered was the racing sound of her heart, the pulsing f
Chapter 2. Isadora sat on the stood opposite the counter, downing the shots that Manson laid in numbers before her. “Take it easy.” His voice came in loud above the bustling music. Easy? Isadora scoffed, downing another shot. Her head spun, but she clutched it tightly, taking another wide gulp and setting the glass aside. Manson’s heart clenched as he watched Isadora pathetically. “Hey….” He reached for her hand, stroking the back of her palm with his thumb. “You can stay here for the night, Isa. And…. And after tonight when I am off shift you can come live with me till you find an apartment of your own.” Isadora said nothing, she just stared at Manson with heavy eyes and tired breath. So this is it? This is the story of her life? To squat around with people? Guilt crawled around her chest and she looked away. Manson has been her friend since college and he has really been of great support. But she hated that she was the friend who took from them without giving in return
Chapter 1. I NEVER MEANT TO FUCK HIM, BUT EVERYTHING HAPPENED TOO FAST AND NOW I AM NOTHING BUT A GIRL WHO CRAVED HIM WITH EVERY BREATH. BEGINNING: “I am sorry, but your brother’s situation is getting critical. We might have to send him to the ICU.” Isadora stood still, heart slamming against her chest. She stared at the doctor, unable to say a word. She just remained still, heart squeezing tight in her chest. Was this pain not too much for a 22-year-old jobless orphan? Just this evening, her boyfriend had called her. Oh! Ex. He had ended their three-year relationship, referring to her as a pathetic little nuisance, whose problem never ended. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back, unwilling to let them stream. Well, she didn’t blame him. He was right. Since her father died, it had been one problem or another. Nothing went well for her. It was just her and her poor brother, who wouldn’t stop falling sick. Isadora sat at the front of the hospital, nails ra







