His and mine

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ISABELLA'S POV.

I didn't just kneel there like everyone, or anyone, would have expected. 

I stormed, bolting level of fast,

I stormed into the bathroom, plunged my fingers down my throat to puke every last bit of cum and then breakfast I had on the plane right out of my lungs, then I scrubbed every inch of my skin ruthlessly, seething as I did, staring at my darned reflection in the mirror.

How could I have fallen? Lost myself to the idiocy of whatever silly games we were playing? All I wanted to do was listen and then bite on his cock...make him writhe in pain.

But I didn't.

I foolishly... Like the whore he called me, I put his cock to a state of euphoria, and did I hate him? Yes… did I still hate him? Yes... worse, I hated him with burning fury in ways that I never had before.

Yet, it was wrong, but so right. I didn't stop because I wanted to suck that big cock of his; one look at his throbbing dick and I lost it, spiraling out of control.

And seeing the beads of precum shining on the tip had wound me. It made me undone. I ought to have out my fucking brais blowm... he had tattoos... maps of them, lots of them, his piercing, however… Hell, it was new; when has he gotten it?.

Recently, I bet, I had seen him shirtless weeks ago when he almost tossed me off a rail on his balcony, the hot... Pussy dripping  rings hadn't been pierced  into his tits yet.

It didn't bother me knowing he saw my nakedness, but it hadn't made me better either, realising I was with Antonio in the car... he jerked off... I watched him jerk off. And then what did I do? I watched him blow his seeds into my mouth. 

What was I becoming? A whore?.

At least I could justify Antonio; I loved him…right?. But Luca? Luca of all people!  Fuck me!. I must have gone nuts.

A knock on the door yanked me out of whatever fantasy stroke of worryland I had spiralled into.

“Come in.” I grumbled more, adjusting the robe around my body firmly, the door pushed open to my surprise and disappointment. It wasn't luca.

Instead, a preppy young lady…. Around my age, or maybe a year younger, she walked in; she gestured for a few people—four, I think—to follow behind her, a moving hanger filled with trinkets, and then a dress on it.

“Mr. Luca asked that we had you dolled up for the event tonight.” She murmured, accessing me from head to toe, I didn't like how familiar she had called out Lucas's name; it was almost as though they'd been acquainted for long, and somehow it gnawed at my heart.

“Anything, just be quick; I'd hate to be late.” I grumbled, she spared me a check. Had something to say. I was certain, judging by the twisted frown on her face. But she must have weighed her options and pressed her lips shut.

The entire thing had gone in haze, the dress. The makeup, the styling, the accessories—I groaned, staring at my...well, not-so-self-reflection back to me. 

The dress... It was perfect. I was swept off my feet. , except it showed too much skin; gems were strapped into lace material, gems, stones, and little pearls in the right places, covering my tits. My cleavage was revealed—not in a bad way,

But maybe it made me uncomfortable knowing there would be a hundred eyes and more on me tonight; agreed, it was a party for only the elite, but then, I didn't mean there wouldn't be a crowd.

Shrugging off the thoughts, I trailed my gloved hands around the outline of my shape. Nodding with content, I made my way forward, walking over to the door.

“I'm ready.” I halfheartedly grumbled to the lady who I realised was by Ava name.

She bowed with a s!ile taking in the masterpiece she created before turning to Antonio, gesturing that he come closer.

Antonio turned, in my direction, his eyes bulged out of his sockets as he had seen me. I watched. Taking every detail of how he ran his tongue over his lower lips and then swallowed, then his eyes had trailed from my lips down to my feet and back up.

A nod and smirk from him were enough to tell me I was damn attractive.

“I know I'm good at my job…I'm typically a god at it, but please don't stare at her that way… You want the boss to blow your skulls?” Ava teased. Bumping her shoulder into that of Antonio's riding it off and a joke.

Only then had I noticed we'd been holding each other's gaze. Antonio was quick to clear his throat, adjusting himself before gesturing that I walk behind him in silence after Ava had bid us both farewell and stormed off down the other end of the corridor.

“Antonio.” I called out his name, but he had coughed on cue, stopping to an abrupt halt.

My gaze locked directly with those of Luca's, his blue eyes holding a storming emotion to them as they gazed across my body, taking in every inch of open space bit by bit, his eyes darkened with lust at each passing second.

“Remember your Role?," he asked. Pulling himself out of his trance, his voice sounded chipped as he approached me. Reaching his arms forward for me to take.

“I won't forget. not when my brother's life is at risk.” U snapped, hating the things that ran down my spine on contact with him; even when I wore gloves, I still felt his warmth seep into my palms.

Somehow my response had sparked a slight rage in him; his eyes flickered with anger, but he asked it anyway.

“Good, I almost believed you would misunderstand what had happened between us today; splendid to see you still hate me as much as I loathe you.” He asserted. Yanking me by the arm after him.

“Remember, to keep a on a amile liike a damned stringed puppet  that you are Isabella, you only speak when spoken to, other that you be seen, and not fucking heard…understood??”  he inquired with a poke of his tongue into his cheeks, holding out the door for me grinning wider by minute.

I rolled my eyes, hating that it had gotten down to this. Maybe I had expected him to fight back...anything. I was dying to get a reaction from him, but all I got was nothing but the annoying stare and occasional smirks.

He wasn't affected by the shit we pulled; he hated me the same.

I didn't mean a thing to him.

He used me, and worse still, I allowed it.

Just like this party, just like it had been since the godforsaken wedding between us.

 “Yes, I understand…Let's get it over with.” I retorted with venom dripping through my words,

He was right; I was no better than a stringed  puppet… his toy to control, but even with Matteo's life in the limelight, I knew I'd make him regret dragging me to this bullshit of a party…

All I needed to do was ruin whatever he had portrayed of himself as a mafia don... and yes... any mistakes I made would be the same for him.

After all, I was now a Ricci; my mistakes were his mistakes, and my disgrace would be his too… tonight.