LOGINARLETTE’S POV“I lost!” I say in horror as I slap both hands on my face, staring at Tony as if he made me lose. The movie was scary, the macabre in it got chills running dow my spine and worse part, we aren’t even fifteen minutes into the movie. “Of course you lost, Allie. You can’t win any deal against me,” he tells me mockingly. Humphing, I stand up, ready to leave the room. “Don’t be a sore loser, Allie. Let’s watch something else, please,” he begs. Sighing, I sit, picking a thriller to watch. We got our minds wrapped trying to find who the killer was. At one point, we heard a rasp Knock on the door. It was Matteo. He slide into the room, sitting beside me, watching the movie. “We have a bet. Fifty dollars for whoever guess the right killer,” Tony offers. I gasps glaring at him in disbelief. “No way you are going to win against me twice in one night,” I state. “Are you sure? Because I know I’m going to win,” he giggles so sure of himself. Sighing, I nod, giving him
ARLETTE’S POVI’m stirred awake to the sound of running water in the distance and when I reach out for Matteo, I realize the place beside me is cold. Sighing, I stretch on the bed, sliding out of it and walking to the bathroom. The mist is full and Matteo’s back is turned to me as he patters his body with with soap. Opening the glass door, I enter the big space, grabbing the sponge, readying myself for a good payback. He did that to me when he washed my back the other day, just that this time, there would be barely any scrubbing. “Let me help you,” I say softly. From where we are both standing, we can see the mirror and Matteo can visibly see the scorn on my face. It’s a malicious look, one that is telling him that I’m not playing around and I will do whatever I plan on doing. “Come on, Arlette, I don’t need you to do that,” he rambles. “But I have the sponge,” I lay down my argument. That keeps him quiet and he closes his eyes. I start gently, pattering his body with my
MATTEO’S POVI know it’s exciting what I’m about to do to Arlette when she wiggles her bottom, giving me a nice view of that ass that I love so much. First. I go on my knees, my hips coming forward and pushing forth that it grazes her assailed. I love it how a simple whimper escapes her lips as she looks backward. “Look forward, little one,” I tell her, hoping that she is relaxed enough. I need her lubricated. Focused as well. There’s no telling that she wouldn’t hurt if she isn’t relaxed enough. “Daddy!” Arlette’s voice calls out softly to me and I stare at her, a small smile printing on my face. She sighs, and I know she isn’t quite sure on what to expect from me, which somehow is the best part because I’m excited to see how good she’ll take my cock. “I’ve fantasized over this day for so long, baby girl. I’ve always dreamed to be balls deep in your asshole. Tell me you want me in there, Red.” I mutter, using the lube to rub on my dick. I feel Arlette’s eyes close as she
ARLETTE’S POVGod! I need to move, I feel full, at the same time I want to scream at the top of my lungs that I want more. This feeling he is putting me through is enormous. It is intense and with the manner of way he is twisting and fitting that butt plug in my ass, I want to bite further into the pillow. “Fuck! Matteo!” A muffled cry escapes my lips as I wriggle my ass behind, making him have a better view of what he was doing to me. “Easy, Red. You are taking me so well. I want you to push your ass inward, I need to fuck your very deeply, you need to know that I am responsible for you,” he explains. Chuckling, I grab the handle on the bed, forcing myself and getting the strength I need. “You wouldn’t be needing an anchor for what’s about to happen to you,” he states fucking the life out of me. I’m hot, needy, and I’m begging for something I can’t quite grasp. Matteo’s hands are on me, my breast, my pussy, he keeps tugging and playing with my butt plug as if he wants me to c
MATTEO’S POVI can’t believe that this very playful and radical version of Arlette exists until she met her brother. Anthony Winthrop is a small thorn in the flesh, but we get along well, especially since Dante offered him that game and he promised to be a good boy. I take into consideration his deteriorating health, the fact that he is in pain, but Arlette going in to fight him is wild. I can’t have her injuring him or aggravating his situation. Carrying Arlette to her seat, I buckle her seatbelt in time for the jet to descend. We don’t talk through out the ride to the house and when we get home, my men and staff are excited to see us. Tony and Lydia has no clothes, so, one of the things they’ll have to do is go shopping wherever they want, or they could just use my card to order online. Grabbing the door, I enter and within ten minutes, my new guests know their rooms on the second floor and they are excited about having personal space to clean up or go to the kitchen. Now, i
ARLETTE’S POVI knew that I said a lot of bullshit when I was scared, but I’ve really outdone myself my comparing Matteo to my father. They looked nothing alike, didn’t share the same ideologies, and fuck, Matteo has never hit on me before. “What makes you think that?” Mom asks, threading on thin ices. “I grew up watching a man that was supposed to defend me make me need protection from him. Home felt like a million needles were planted everywhere and we couldn’t take a step without falling into a deep hole of despair being dad’s anger.” “He controlled and manipulated us, mom. Nothing was ever good enough for him, I tried, damn it, all those years I put out my neck to be an exemplary daughter for him, that was for him to see me, for who I am, who I always was, but he turned a blind eye on me. He hit you too mom,” my shoulders are a limp as I shudder in tears. Mom is crying too, but the sounds aren’t leaving her mouth, a clear prove that she has mastered the at of silent crying
"I would love to know when I am going, and how much is the deal," Olivia let out relaxing on the chair. Mr. Braxton had a troubled look as he didn't seem to know how Olivia is going I take the news. Clearing his throat, he prepared himself to tell her the truth. "The three days are the twelve
MATTEO’s POVA spacious room lavished with quality materials of choices could be spotted. The room is sprayed with pictures of a lady singing. Posters are all-around only one face could be spotted; that of Olivia Harmony, the best pop singer in the world. "Call my name and I'll reach out to you,"
ARLETTE’S POVOlivia is the sweet girl for the people and as she entered the building, everyone cheered her sweet name as she made her entrance. "Olivia Harmony! Olivia Harmony," they celebrated to see her. She is a mini-goddess and an inspiration to everyone around her, the manner in which she
MATTEO’S POVI knew I was going to own this woman and this is exactly how I am going to make that happen, by the way Arlette is sitting on the bed reading through the clauses, I know she’s going to have one hell of a thing to talk about. That doesn’t bother me as long as she is acc







