LOGINVincenzo, please believe me. I can’t hurt her… I can’t even kill a fly. She is just a little child. Aurora cried “Why are you lying?” Sasha yelled, running to grab My hair. “Why are you doing this? You killed her—I saw you. I saw you giving her a drink, but it didn’t cross my mind that you were pretending to love her.”“No, Vincenzo won’t believe you. He will believe me—he trusts me. You are just a jealous witch,” Aurora snapped, grabbing Vincenzo’s hands.“Witch? You called me a witch… Why don’t you tell Vincenzo the truth? That you’ve been communicating with your dad… that you’ve escaped secretly sometimes to see your dad… and that you are getting engaged to President Satio’s only son.”Aurora shifted back in shock. *What the flying fuck?* She couldn’t believe her eyes.“President what?” she found herself whispering, but Sasha was fast. She brought out her phone and showed Vincenzo. By now, all the gangsters were outside.“you aren’t even Brielle—there’s something off about you,”
Aurora woke up the next day….She stared at the ceiling for a long time, fingers tracing the faint bruises on her hips where he’d held her while he fucked….She hated how much she missed the warmth he took with him every time.She showered…..hot water scalding away the ache between her legs then she dressed simply: black bomshort , oversized hoodie, hair in a loose braid. She walked the east corridor toward the small sunroom—needing quiet, needing air that didn’t smell like him.Marisol was already there.Sitting cross-legged on the rug near the window—blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak—holding Aurora’s harmonica in both hands like it was made of glass.Aurora froze in the doorway.Marisol looked up—eyes wide, hopeful, but careful.“I didn’t touch anything else,” she whispered quickly. “I just… found it on the table. I was waiting. I thought maybe… if I was quiet… you’d let me stay.”Aurora’s chest tightened.She looked at the little girl—small, fragile, eyes too old
The Truth or Dare game dissolved the way all good chaos does….. Laughter turned slurred. Bodies drifted toward the dance floor. Aurora stayed. She didn’t dance again. Just sat on the edge of a chair…. Her legs crossed, dress riding high, red lipstick smudged from earlier. She was drunk and wasted. She drank the glass of vodka in her hand and stood up walking towards Vincenzo. When she go closer to him…. He Just grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a corner…... No words. Just his fingers finding her already wet pussy…. swollen from the lap dance she’d given him earlier. Aurora gasped soft and sharp….. her head tipping back against the wall… He pushed two fingers inside her…..deep, no warning, his thumb circling her clit in rough, relentless strokes. She moaned…. While, His other hand clamped over her mouth. “Quiet,” he growled against her ear. “Or everyone hears how wet you get for me.” Aurora’s eyes fluttered….half-lidded and glassy. Her hips
Bottles were half-empty, laughter slurred, bodies pressed too close under the crimson chandeliers. Let’s play truth or dare… No one argued. They were all drunk The inner circle formed a loose circle on the rug: Vincenzo on one end (legs spread, arms draped over the back of the couch like he owned the air), Aurora diagonally across from him (still in that black silk dress, knees tucked under her now, eyes carefully avoiding his), Axe and Sierra side by side, Nini cross-legged and fidgety, Salvatore sprawled like he was bored, Vera grinning like a cat with cream, Sasha perched on the edge of a chair trying not to look at Vincenzo, Ken leaning back with a beer still drinking…. Nikita clapped once and sharp. “Rules: no skipping, no lying, no pussyfooting. You pick truth or dare. We pick the consequence.” She pointed at Salvatore first. “You. Truth or dare.” Salvatore smirked. “Dare.” Vera’s eyes glittered. “Kiss Vera. Real kiss. Tongue. Thirty seconds.” Nikita spoke…..
Yeeeee….. The gangster cheer…..Vincenzo gave them the go ahead to party…..As usual The Empire Hall of Imperio Pecaminoso had never been built for small gatherings.High vaulted ceilings, black marble floors veined with gold, chandeliers dripping crimson crystal like frozen blood. Tonight the lights were dimmed to a low, pulsing amber. Bass thumped from hidden speakers…..It was slow, and dirty, the kind that crawled under skin. Tables groaned under bottles of every poison known to man: aged whiskey, clear vodka, blood-red wine, unlabeled absinthe that burned green in the glass. Gangsters sprawled across leather couches, laughing too loud, already chasing the edge of blackout.It a drink party….Vincenzo doesn’t care about party but he felt like watching them… Maybe because he saw how Aurora cheer…. Now he has decide not to put his mind on any of General Puro’s shit….He stood near the far wall putting on a black shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to the elbows, one hand in
Aurora cleaned up her eyes….She don’t have to cry…. It aren’t his fault…. It just her fault. She is just too fast.She just have to be patient with him…..That’s just it….She dry up her body and dress up taking her note pad and harmonica……*****Marisol had been watching Aurora for days.Not the loud, clingy way she used to….running up, arms wide, calling her “Mommy.” She’d learned that got her pushed away. So now she was quieter. Smaller. She hovered at the edges of rooms, peeking around corners, waiting for Aurora to look happy, or tired, or alone.That afternoon Aurora was in the small sunroom off the east wing of the empire….curled in an armchair, knees to chest, staring out the window at nothing. Her harmonica was on top of her notepad. Marisol crept in barefoot She didn’t run. She just stood in the doorway.Aurora felt the shift in the air before she saw her.Her shoulders stiffened.Marisol took one careful step forward.“Hi,” she whispered.Aurora’s head snapped
Aurora started coughing hard as they all left… The heck! She was standing before Vincenzo alone, wearing a crop top and a short skirt that barely passed her thigh… "Whine your waist hard for me, I want you to look into my eyes. Seduce me, make me crave for you…. Make me want to f*ck you on my be
It was an Hickey….. Her cheek turn red as she blush, remembering how Vincenzo kissed her neck, and how he touched her in his room… She felt he should just touch her again, She bit her lower lips hard…. And hit her head with her palm…. You can’t be thinking about him, He doesn’t have an heart an
Aurora's eyes nearly fell out…. Did she just say that? What the fuck led to that? Fuck this damn freaking shit. She felt like entering the ground instantly…. Who on earth tells an arrogant punk ladies' stuff….She bit her lips hard as he scoffed…. You don’t even have to meet me in the first
Vincenzo smiled a little. He suddenly flipped her over, and she was on the floor, shutting her eyes tight. He helped her tie her robe back and pulled her nose."Ouch!!! Aurora yelled as she opened her eyes slowly. She stood up like a cartoon and bit her lower lip harder."At this rate, you might ju







