THIRTY-NINEFor some sick twisted reason, Domenico Lombardi, still thinks Isabelle,belongs to him and that she was taken away from him forcefully. And this realization only sounded even more ridiculous to Alessandro. If only Domenico knew she was never his in the first place. There was no way to track the bastard because apparently he had not been in his abode for weeks now.Taking his phone off his ear, the realization that he had just been threatened, an act that tried to potray him as weak, annoyed him. He had no idea where Isabelle could be neither did he know where they had taken her. And honestly, he didn't like feeling helpless. The thought of being at the mercy of another man sickened him. Yet, the urge to kill the man who had fucking dared to touch her—take her, burnt through him eagerly like a bomb waiting to explode.Alessandro hadn't spoken to any of them in the car yet. Another thought roaming through his head.How had she left the room in the first place?How was she abl
THIRTY-EIGHTWith the air filled with tension, lurking danger, suspense and everything related, Isabelle could feel her heart pound furiously against her chest as she was ushered out of that room.Mabel softly closed the door behind her, her eyes darting across the hallway with immense curiosity. And just like she had said, most of Alessandro’s trusted men were nowhere to be seen.“Are you sure about this?” Isabelle whispered. “I'm really nervous. What if he catches us?…”“No one will. The plan is solid. We've got this.”She took a deep breath. She had nothing else to say. She had to get out of this place—away from him. “Okay.”Mabel smiled as she led them both, walking down the hallway until they came to a small store room.Isabelle knew at this point that even a year could not get her accustomed to how this place had been built. Once they got inside, Mabel moved a metal shelving unit out of the way and pushed a brick in the wall, and surprisingly, it opened to reveal a hidden passag
THIRTY-SEVENIt took Isabelle, minutes of silence to run through the many scenarios in her head. She thought of every exit in the house,including the ones she didn't know about and they were permanently manned by armed guards both inside and out. The grounds were patrolled twenty-four hours a day and the walls were way to high to scale. And the main gate was like a fortress.Except that one wall…But Alessandro had raised it too. There was only one way out and even though it seemed dangerous and impossible, did she really have a choice? She had to trust this woman if she wanted to get out of her. She couldn't trust Alessandro anymore.She wasn't sure she could sleep without getting terrified. Isabelle wanted to ask alot of questions but there was no one to give her answers.Mabel was the only way out—her saviour. She was going to trust her and that was her decision.“Can you really get me out of here? How would you do that anyway?” Isabelle questioned. It was hard to trust someone she
THIRTY-SIX“Wait!…Please. I’m interested. But like who did? Who are you talking about?” Isabelle heard herself ask.“Ava…her name is Ava,” she responded. If maybe she could tell Isabelle the truth that no one had told her then just maybe she could trust her.A lot roamed through her mind at the possible suggestions at who this Ava could be. “Who is she? Why are you being hesistant? I thought you needed my trust.” “I do need your trust,” Mabel muttered, looking back to ensure no one had joined them. “But we've been warned never to speak of it again. Nevertheless, I'll tell you if you promise not to tell the Don who revealed it to you. He'll surely kill me if he finds out.”Now,Isabelle was getting scared at this revelation. She hadn't even told her yet but her heart raced continually. It was hard to get it to slow down when this woman was being so hesistant to say everything at once. But now she mentioned Alessandro’s threat, she now understand what the reluctance was about. And this
THIRTY-FIVEStupid!Stupid!Stupid!Her thoughts mocked her as she sat on the desk—alone in the room. Her mere presence in the room a reminder of how bad her decision had gotten. She told herself that she wouldn't, but she always ended up doing the contrary.Stupid,Isabelle.Gathering her dignity and helping herself off the desk,she left the room. Standing in the hallway,with men situated at each corner,she stood, indecisive on whether she should make her way back to their room or stand there.Slowly,she dragged herself off the spot and walked towards the direction leading to the room. “Mrs Moretti, You shouldn't… You are not allowed in there,” she heard a voice halt her in her steps. A voice she knew too well. It was Marco’s. Although her heart fluttered a bit when he didn’t refer to her as Isabelle. She knew a little bit from what Nina had told her that it was never a good idea to introduce your lover to your men. Such a woman would hardly earn their respect.“It’s always better w
THIRTY-FOUR••*••DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains sexual content, readers are advised to proceed with caution.••**••“God. Isabelle.You’re doing so good. So. Fucking. Good.” His abs tightened as he gritted out the words. He was almost close to filling her throat with his cum.Needing more, he increased his pace. Throat fucking her…Her mouth was warm,sweet…soft, just exactly how he liked it. She murmured something that he couldn't hear, his own arousal taking control of his senses. The sound from her lips vibrating through every nerve ending in his cock causing his balls to tighten even more. She tapped his thigh softly, indicating that he was going too fast for her, and he eased up a bit. But only for a few seconds. He had forgotten she was new to this,likening her to one of his whores,he increased his pace again. He drove his cock against the back of her throat,her breathing unsteady as she struggled to accept every inch of him. He was dominating her now…indirectly telling her