LOGINChapter 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
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







