Pop my cherry daddy.
Chapter 5. Author’s Pov. I leaned my head on the window and watched as the city just moved in a blur. My head was hurting and I couldn't even tell what the actuall reasons were. Was it because I was leaving my aunt? Or because I broke up with Nathan? Or the fact that I had a taste of my father like cock? Perhaps it was. Mr. Ignaxio was sitting right next to me, but he was keeping his distance and I kind of appreciated it. My mind was a mess at that moment and I just didn't know how it changed from loving today to wishing today never existed. The ride went on for a while till we arrived at a massive Estate, and at the top of it was crested boldly. “IGNAZIO VOCANZO THOMPSON’S CRESENT.” My hand made its way to my eyes and I rubbed on them, trying to clear away the dizziness in my eyes to be sure I read correctly. I cast a quick glance at him and then back at the estate that we were already heading into. I swallowed in, trying to think of how wealthy he was to own a huge estate. Aunt had told me several times that Mr. Ignazio was the top 2nd richest in the city of Italy. I never believed it, but this confirmation cleared every one of my doubts. We drove past the estate gate and now we were in the huge estate trying to make our way into another gate that I suspected clearly to be his residence. We got into the compound and immediately some guards opened the door for me and Mr. Ignazio giving us gentle bows. I stepped out of the car, and my jaws dropped at the mighty sight of the house my eyes beheld. My legs froze and I literally felt my hair curled up, my eyes drooling over the skyscraper glass house. Did I call it a house? I definitely didn't. It wasn't a house it was a manor. It was huge and beautiful, large and tall. It was like a sky scrapper and it was all glass, surrounded with lots of body guards. “The road is this way, Isa.” Mr Ignazio’s hot and sexy voice pierced through me and I felt my heart racing from hearing him speak so hotly. I swallowed the lumps that hitched in my throat and I began to trail behind him. My eyes took in every one of the guards that roamed around the house. A lot of things felt weird to me. Mr. Ignazio is not just a zillionaire, he has over 7 men walking behind him whenever he walks and over 70 soldiers hanging around his compounds with guns in their hands then lots of Security around the estate and the estate gate. We got into the main building and I took in my first breath of wealth. Fuck! The air, the atmosphere. It felt so cool. The glass house had a classy decoration nice interior and lots of portraits, I didn't forget to add, lots of maids in black and white uniforms, in straight lines with their heads bowed the moment we walked in. “I will show you to your room, Isa.” his hot voice pulled me out of my admiration and I batted my lashes softly at him before giving a reply. “Okay, sir.” He took the lead and as expected I followed. Walking behind him. We got to the elevator and he stepped in, I gulped down the lumps of fear in me and stepped into the Elevator with him, trying to conquer the fear in me. My hand fidgeted and my palms turned sweaty from how much I reassured myself that everything was fine. Softly I felt a strong hand reaching out for mine and locking our fingers. I gulped down the fear that had been replaced with streams of pleasure and safety. Then I stared up to look at him. Heck! I looked really small and my hands against his? It was way smaller. He gave me a subtle stare and I took my gaze immediately my legs turning jelly. “You shouldn't be scared to tell Daddy anything.” Hearing him say those words made my inner churn even more. My heart leaped and my legs wobbled immediately, the image of how I moaned loudly to his fingers invading my mind turning my legs more jelly and making me crave for more of him. Slowly I looked down and my eyes fell on his cock, but it was still peacefully asleep. “You shouldn't be staring down at Daddy’s crotch Isa. You are my daughter.” I gulped down nothing. Not knowing where the word came from. “But I took your cock at the restroom and no daughter should know a taste of her father. Mr Ignazio didn't say a word, he went silent, and his grip on my hand tightened reminding me of how my pussy walls squeezed around his finger. The elevator opened and I stepped out. He took the lead and I followed. We walked for some time before getting to a particular door. He picked the remote and he pressed few numbers in the door throwing it wide open. My eyes almost widened as I met with mini heaven. A living room with a four-seater, a water dispenser, and a flower verse at each four corners, magnifing the beauty of the house. There was a portrait on the wall and a large television on the wall also. He walked deeper and I followed him till we arrived at a room. An all-white room with just a large ceiling-to-floor wide-length, a bed and a huge mirror to the front of the bed. He didn't stop and I wondered if this was another house. He got to a door and he pressed a code, the door opened and I realized that my jaws never really dropped, they just dropped from seeing this heaven. A walk-in closet, a glass walking-in closet, filled with clothes collection bag collection, and shoe collection. “This is your room, Isa. The sitting room, main room, and this” My heart fluttered and I felt tears burning the back of my eyes immediately. I stared at him and then back at the room. I didn't realize when I threw myself up, jumping on him. His hands gripped me immediately and I wrapped my legs around his torso, while his hands dug into my ass. “This… this is so beautiful Daddy.” my voice came out softly and I felt his cock throbbing against my ass. He stared into my eyes and I felt his emerald green eyes piercing my soul and leaving my pussy wet. “I know you love it, Isa.” My heart flipped and my stomach flicked at the hoarseness of his undertone that got me wetting my pants. We remained in that position for a while, my hand wrapped around his neck, while his hand held my ass, our nose drawing closer and closer. “Daddy…” I called softly and his cock throbbed again. “Fuck!” he cursed throatily and before I could fathom a thing he had slammed his mouth against mine. Kissing me roughly yet pleasurable and making my inner churn my pussy dripping and wetting my pants, his hands fondling my ass even more. Our lips crushed against each other and I suddenly wrapped my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss and making him moan into my mouth aurosing me even more.Epilogue. The Day His World Shifted The moment Ignazio’s phone rang, he knew. Before he even answered, a gut-wrenching feeling seized his chest, an instinct so primal it overrode everything else. The boardroom around him blurred—the mahogany table, the men in crisp suits, the foreign investors who had flown in just for this meeting. The deal he had spent months preparing for, one that would add another mountain of wealth to his empire, suddenly meant nothing. Johnson’s voice came through the speaker like a bullet to the heart. “It’s Bella. She’s in labor. We’re on our way to the hospital.” For a split second, the world stopped spinning. And then—chaos. Ignazio shoved back his chair so violently that it scraped against the marble floor. He yanked his suit jacket from the chair, already moving. The stunned silence in the room was deafening. His secretary blinked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Cancel the meeting,” he ordered, his voice edged with finality. Her mouth fell open
Chapter 97.It's been three months of peace, and harmony with just Isabella and Ignazio in their own world. ******The world stilled the moment Isabella stepped into view.Ignazio’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, it felt as though time itself had bowed at her feet.She was a vision. A goddess dressed in white.Her wedding dress clung to her body like it had been spun from the stars, delicate lace wrapping around her curves with a softness that seemed almost unreal. The fitted bodice accentuated every inch of her femininity, and as the fabric flowed down in waves, it trailed behind her like a whisper of heaven.And her hair—God, her hair.The deep burgundy strands cascaded down her back in thick, glossy waves, the color catching the golden light, painting her as something otherworldly. A delicate tiara rested atop her head, but nothing—nothing—could outshine the fierce glow in her eyes.She was the most beautiful thing Ignazio had ever seen.
Chapter 96.The moment Ignazio’s lips crashed against hers, Isabella felt herself shatter.His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. Consuming.He devoured her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips, demanding control, owning her.Isabella whimpered against him, her hands threading through his jet-black hair, pulling him closer—harder—deeper. She could taste the fire on his tongue, the raw possession in every movement.Ignazio groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body, making her legs weaken beneath his hold.His hands—rough, strong, familiar—gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, kissing her like a man who had been starving for her, dying for her, burning for her.Her nightgown had ridden up, baring the soft skin of her thighs. Ignazio’s fingers traced the exposed flesh, his touch searing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.His lips broke away from hers
Chapter 95.Isabella’s eyes fluttered open, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on her body. Her vision blurred for a moment before settling on the figure before her. Ignazio.He was sitting beside her, his fingers curled tightly around her hand, as if he feared letting go would mean losing her forever. His usually composed face was a wreck of emotions—fear, regret, desperation—all bleeding through his dark, tormented eyes.At the sight of her waking up, he inhaled sharply, his entire body tensing.“Princesss.”he rasped, his voice raw, trembling with relief and something far deeper—something dangerously close to breaking.His hand shot up to her cheek, his touch hesitant at first, as if he feared she might disappear like a cruel illusion. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, though even he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for anymore. Was it for the blood on his hands? For dragging her into his world? For making her love him despite the darkness that surrounded him?Isabella didn’t respo
Chapter 94. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her body curled in on itself as if trying to shield her heart from the unbearable ache. The dim lighting of the room did nothing to ease the darkness that had settled within her. It had been three days. Three days of isolation. Three days without stepping beyond these walls. Three days of drowning in thoughts that tore her apart. Three days of nothing but disaster.Anna’s death lingered in her mind like a shadow, but the pain of Aunt Amma’s death was a wound that bled deeper, cutting through her with a sharpness she hadn’t anticipated. She had expected to hate her aunt. She had expected to be filled with nothing but loathing after discovering that the woman she once trusted had been the one who murdered her parents.But instead, there was only emptiness.She should have felt relief. She should have rejoiced that the person who had shattered her world was gone. Yet, her heart remained in turmoi
Chapter 93.The dungeon reeked of fear as it clung to the air like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable. The walls, cold and damp, bore the silent screams of those who had begged for mercy and received none. The only sounds now were the slow, deliberate footsteps of Ignazio Vincenzo Thompson.He moved like a ghost, his presence commanding, his aura lethal. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the ember glowing like the fire raging in his soul. Smoke curled in the air as he exhaled, his stormy eyes locked onto the two figures bound to chairs in the center of the room.Anita.Denica.Two women who had played their part in destroying what little good was left in him.Anita—his ex-wife, the woman who once held his name, who once swore she loved him—not like he ever cared. The same woman who had, with a single message, shattered his world and Isabella’s heart. The picture of their already-ended marriage. She had made sure Isabella saw it, twisted the knife, let her bleed.And Denica—the tra