Alessia’s POVI didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me, maybe I was ovulating or somehow cursed and dangerously bored because there was no damn explanation for why my body was acting like it had a mind of its own— feeling hot, needy, trembling like it hadn't touched pleasure in years. I’m alone in Leo’s obnoxiously luxurious bedroom, wrapped in nothing but a red thong and a lacy bra that could barely hold my nipples in place, and before I knew it… my fingers were down there, tracing over my heat like I had something to prove.Maybe I was trying to convince myself I didn’t need him and I could take care of myself and he didn’t get to own my body just because some damn judge gave him a ring and a title.Still that's bullshit, Complete bullshit as I find myself thinking about the bastard and watching the video where he touched me What I didn’t expect, though, was to turn around mid-moan and find the devil himself standing at the door, arms crossed with a tight jaw, his eyes were d
Leo’s POVI got into my car and got ready to get the hell out of this place, Alessia was on my bed, legs wide apart, fingers in her pussy, and God, even though I didn’t have a full view of it—unlike that unforgettable night—I could still feel every inch of her burned into my memory. Yeah, I know, I was a full-on douchebag for what I did that night. There was no excuses but fuck me, she looked eatable. Like sin dipped in honey and a temptation wrapped in lace and secrets. And now? Now she was touching herself like she didn’t care who saw her. Like she knew the camera was there and was putting on a show just for me.My mouth watered, and I couldn’t stop watching the video again. The ache in my chest and pants was like a drug hitting hard and fast. I didn’t even realize I had zoned out until I felt a tap on my shoulder and I cursed for not winding up my window and driving out.It was one of my men—Sergio—looked like he’d rather swallow bullets than disturb me right then.I gave him a de
Leo’s POVMy boys were the best.They did everything without a mess, and as I sat in this sterile, cold room, looking at the faces of the beautiful women and children, I couldn't help but feel some sick satisfaction. They were all tied up and gagged, their feet bound and their voices stifled—some whimpered, some shook in fear, but they didn’t dare speak.I told my boys to remove the tape from their mouths, untie their feet. I wasn’t some sadistic bastard who tortured innocent people for fun. I’d leave that to the amateurs, there were rules to this life, and this was business, not some twisted game.The women were easy to deal with, their faces were covered in a sheen of fear. The children though, their eyes were wide, innocent, asking questions they shouldn’t have to ask. But I wasn’t heartless. I smiled at one of the little girls, may
Alessia’s POVMy nipples tightened the second those filthy words rolled off his tongue, and I cursed my body for betraying me. That bulge pressed against my ass like he owned every inch of me already. And the worst part? A shiver ran down my spine, not from fear… but from something I’d rather die than admit.Lust.I wasn’t about to let him see that, it ran through me desperately as I was starved that I had to let go and came in his hands. I was burning in shame, regret and worst of all, I enjoyed it so much.I spun the tap open, scooped the cold water and splashed it straight into his smug, half tattooed face.Leo didn’t even flinch. Bastard chuckled, wiping his face with one hand like he’d just gotten baptized in my attitude and licking his fingers he used in touching me.“Damn, baby. Didn’t know you were
Leo’s POVThe wedding went down smoothly. Clean, sharp, no fuss. Exactly how I like it. But it wasn’t the vows or the ring that had me buzzing—it was Alessia. Fucking hell, she looked too damn pretty in that dress. All innocent and soft with that sharp tongue I love to hate. The type of girl who’d slap you across the face and still make you wanna kiss her hand after.And yeah, the cherry on top? I’d be sending wedding photos to her sweet little husband Daniel... right before I slit his throat in his prison cell. What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic.My phone buzzed and I picked it up, already knowing it wouldn’t be good.“Talk,” I said, voice cold.“It’s Viktor,” one of my boys whispered over the line. “ He's Still pushing the production. Quiet, but steady. And most of the board’s
Alessia's Pov “Are you really going through with this?” the old man muttered, brushing his jacket as if Leo's slap dirtied it. “You’re marrying her?”Leo looked at me like I was both his greatest pride and biggest burden. “Yeah, old man. She’s mine. And not even the Devil can take her from me.”The court marriage was short and dry but it made me Legal. I couldn’t breathe the entire time as my chest was too tight and my brain was too loud. I kept replaying Clara’s words, ‘Lock him up.’ I wanted to. God, I wanted to.But why did it suddenly feel like I was locking myself into something worse?The judge pronounced us husband and wife, and I barely looked at him. Leo didn't care. He leaned close, brushed his lips just an inch from my ear, and whispered, “Now you’re mine, No running.”I wanted to punch him.Instead, I nodded at the judge, signed my name with a trembling hand, and walked out like a robot but inside, I was screaming.“Do you think this changes anything?” I said, swaying to