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FORTY-ONE

Author: Betty__Kris
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-12 21:20:05

DISCLAIMER: Sexual Abuse⚠. Readers discretion is advised.

FORTY-ONE

“I want to go home, Domenico. Find someone else and let me be, please,” she urged further.

Before she could take another breath, his hand was wrapped around her neck. For a revolting, older man, his grip was surprisingly powerful. He pressed his hand hard enough to disrupt her airway but not hard enough to leave a mark.

“Watch what you say, Isabelle. I bought you fair and square,” he warned, his breath against her cheek. “Is Alessandro the one giving you the boldness to say this to me?” he added, accessing her thoroughly. “Has he been touching what's mine?”

And Isabelle’s body shivered in immense fear. She had heard things about Domenico and always prayed never to meet such a man. But now, she was in his clutches with no escape.

He didn't kiss her. Although it looked like he would. One of the things she had heard was that he didn't kiss his women. In fact, he hated it. He preferred to hurt his women in sick, twisted w
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    EIGHTY-NINEStill trying to come to terms with what he had just said, her heart flipped again and she froze.Because standing before her, smiling warmly, was Lucienne Feray. Lucienne was her artistic idol. She was the French-Italian art legend whose work Isabelle had studied since she was a teenager. It seemed like a dream to Isabelle as she stared at her. She gripped Alessandro’s hand for support, an acknowledgement to show that she wasn’t dreaming. And he tightened his hold on her—an assurance that she really wasn’t. Lucienne was elegance personified in her black jumpsuit with a silk scarf at her neck, blonde hair wrapped into a bun.“Mon dieu—(My God),” Lucienne exclaimed, her accent making the words sound much more foreign than it already was. “You must be Isabelle Conti…”“Moretti,” Alessandro corrected, his voice coming out harsh like the name Conti brought memories he didn't want back.“Oh, I'm sorry about that,” she apologised, her eyes locking with Alessandro’s before shiftin

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-EIGHT

    EIGHTY-EIGHTIsabelle’s heels clicked against the smooth cobblestones as she stepped out of the sleek black Maserati, letting one of Alessandro’s men close the door after her. Alessandro’s large frame emerged from the driver’s side, his black nicely tailored suit blending in with the dangerous aura he exuded. Marco stood behind them with another man she didn't recognize.“You don't need to do this,” Isabelle muttered, smoothing down her top and clutching her sketch portfolio. “I can walk into a building by myself.”He locked the car with a sharp beep. “It's not the building I'm worried about. It's what's inside,” he responded trying to be discreet as possible. If Alexei was actually targeting his wife then he needed to make sure her workspace was free from any danger even if it meant his men accompanying her each day to work. Isabelle stared at him for a brief moment wondering when he has ever worried about anything. “What's inside?” “Nothing you need to know,” he answered simply,

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-SEVEN

    EIGHTY-SEVENThe moment she called out his name, it did something to him, he grabbed a handful of her ass, railing into her like an animal. His cock pulsed and throbbed as drove in and out of her wet pussy. She was almost there. He could feel it. She was dripping, coating his shaft in her sweet juices and making it possible for him to sink balls-deep into her tight-as-fuck cunt. And damn it, she felt so fucking good. Pure relief seeped into his bones, and with each thrust inside her, he was getting closer and closer to the edge that he had been wanting to embrace since he saw her in that outfit.“Oh, god, Alessandro.” she breathed out the words, her breath hot against him. Her pussy rippled around him, pulling him deeper and deeper. He didn't want to stop.“Your cunt, Isabelle…” He bit her ear softly as he drove into her harder and deeper. “Feels so good.”“Yes,” she moaned, still holding him for support, clinging to him. He slammed into her, his balls burning with the need for a rel

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-SIX

    EIGHTY-SIX“It means… You've taken my breath away, angel,” he revealed, while his eyes completely filled with lust. “You look absolutely stunning, Isabelle. If I wanted to have my way, you wouldn't be going for this job anymore…not today or ever, because it fucking kills me that some random man gets to see you in this tights,” he confessed, the anger in his eyes almost invisible.“You look absolutely hot in it,” he whispered this time around, his hand trailing up the fishnet tights into her skirt. She wasn't supposed to blush or smile when he said that, but she did anyway. She turned her head to the side. She didn't need him seeing how colour rushes to her cheeks whenever he said such things to her. “I didn't think you noticed,” she muttered, while feeling his desperate fingers try to make their way into her core. She was struggling between grasping whatever his response would be and focusing on his fingers underneath her skirt. He frowned against her neck. “ I notice everything ab

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    EIGHTY-FIVEAfter several minutes of going through the closet, she finally decided on what she was going to wear on her first day at work.She paired a short black-high waisted leather pencil skirt, one that had a modest slit in front with black fishnet tights, and a red coloured crop top, with glossy black pointed stilettos to match the outfit. Her lips were even more inviting the moment she ran the bloody red lip gloss over it.She swept her hair up into a nicely tucked chignon, with a few strands escaping to brush her neck and cheekbones.She twirled in front of the mirror once more to admire how she looked. Laughing and smiling at the same time, she blew a kiss to her reflection, as she headed towards the door.Opening the door, she clashed into a muscular built figure—one that she knew too well by heart. She almost fell but she held him for support, yet being aware of how he tugged her closer with one hand and the other wrapped around her waist. Time went still for a moment. She

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-FOUR

    EIGHTY-FOURA blush crept up her cheeks when she remembered how he covered her up last night and snuggled her even closer to him. His voice whispering those words that echoed in her head,“Go to sleep, Isabelle.” He whispered them when she tried to get her sleepy eyes open the moment she felt a huge frame slip right next to her on the bed. His voice was a reassurance that it wasn't just some unknown person but the man beside her was her husband. She had slept off while trying to wait up for him, and couldn't tell the exact time he slipped into bed. Sleeping next to him felt so good because they hadn't slept together since she became his wife with the exception of when he had a fever.It almost felt so new to her…almost unreal. And the fact that she woke up to an empty bed space beside her was enough to fuel the unreal mentality even more making it seem like last night was all a dream. Her cheeks reddened even more when she noticed his bite marks on both sides of her neck. It made he

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