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Quinn POV
His well-sculptured fingers trailed down my naked body making me shiver from want, I bit my lower lips to suppress the moan that was threatening to escape my lips. I can feel my senses beginning to lock away. His fingers kept going down till it stopped just a little above my treasure curve. My body shuddered in anticipation. His fingers alone were already driving me crazy. His eyes met my half open one and he smirked at me which got me gulping down. "Have some patience, Mi Amor, we are just getting started" He said and my mouth subconsciously patted from how commanding and deep his voice were, even though he was only commenting. My eyes took in the sexy sight of my boyfriend. We have been dating for some time now but I can't seem to get enough of his well-sculptured body that was personally made by a god if you ask me. 'Fuck!' every part of that motherfucking body of his screams sex, arousal and masculinity. I have become a jealous-bag ever since I began dating him because 'Damn' every girl is practically eye-fucking him everywhere he goes. But deep down I don't blame them because that was what I did the first time I saw him. I was wet and I know that many of the girls are too, the way they were clutching their thighs tightly together says it all. His fingers brushed my body making me shiver before heading dangerously down. I'm already so turned on and leaking wet, mouth parted and eyes half closed, I wonder what he did to my body to make me always ready and wanting for him every time. As his finger started rubbing my clit, I lost it, the moan I have always been trying to keep in was forced out. His rubbing increased and soon he started pinching and pulling. My fist clenched tight the bedsheets as I felt myself surrendering entirely to him. He chuckled "You always can't resist me, can you?" He smirked whilst inserting one of his long fingers into my cunt, I bite my lips but the moan still escaped. 'oh god, I feel so good, so so... ' "Fuck!" I moaned again as his fingers started doing wonders inside my pussy. My thighs were quivering, sweat filled my body that was served to him to do with as he pleases. "The way you always squirm from every touch of mine. The way you try to bite back your sweet moans and suppress them but can't... " his baritone voice kept reverberating inside the room whilst he added his second finger into me. I felt more squirts ozz out, moans not falling to leave my mouth. He was still smirking at my pathetic state, how I was at his mercy, craving his touches, losing my mind from his fingering whilst sweating with unending moans steadily leaving me. And if I was in my rightful sense and wasn't this crazily aroused and squirming from every touch of his, I would feel embarrassed too. His three fingers were stretching me to be able to barely accommodate him whilst also playing with my inside. My body started shaking from pleasure, my eyes almost closed and I knew that I was losing it. He suddenly bent closer and captured my lips with his, 'Oh fuck, he's such a good kisser!' I screamed inside my head whilst still moaning, I'm almost a goner and he knew it. Although he was trying to mask his arousal, his eyes were betraying him as it was almost glossy "So beautiful..." he muttered whilst we made eye contact, well I know that I'm beautiful, if not how would a greek god like him be charmed by me?... But my train of thought was cut off when I suddenly felt something massive rubbing against my entrance, I opened my already almost closed eyes to see his black boxer off and his more than ten-inch thick dick puking my entrance, I always knew how big he was but seeing it each time never fail to give me the shocker of my life. 'Is he twelve inches? Thirteen?' I was once again distracted when he gulped and his prominent Adam apple bobbled up and down gluing my eyes to it 'Fuck!' is there something about this male that doesn't look sexy? "I know I should prepare you more but I can't wait anymore babe," he said whilst lubing his monster and positioning it straight to my pussy entrance. I gulped feeling my mouth water but the water quickly dried when I remembered how I couldn't take his dick in my mouth, I have tried many times but the house racker was so big that I couldn't even take in a quarter of him and my mouth would feel like bursting already. I still try but it was going nowhere and it makes me feel bad each time I remember that I couldn't give him a blowjob but it's not my fault is it? "Ahhhhh!!!" I screamed when his tip entered me, I felt my pussy stretching wider and wider every second. His eyes were almost closed and his mouth parted as he basks in pleasure, one of his sexy arms was resting on his waist whilst the other was on my thigh to keep me in place "Babe you are so right like... Fuck!" he groaned as he pushed in a little bit more and my cunt was so tight on him, I saw him bite on his lips and it was as sexy as fuck. After a few moments, he opened his eyes to stare at me and I almost forgot how to breathe as his gorgeous face was displaying the intense pleasure he was feeling as he was unable to mask it anymore. "Why are you always so tight like it was our first time doing this?..." his baritone voice was filled with pleasure and he was almost moaning, tiny droplets of sweat started dripping down his gorgeous body and it was an unforgettable sight to look at. I shut my eyes as intense pain and pleasure shot all over my shivering body as he pushed in a quarter of his monster into me, I felt like dying... in pleasureThe three-month silence did not break with a whisper; it broke with the roar of car engines and the heavy, synchronized thud of boots against the marble floors. Quinn was standing by her window, watching the sunset bleed over the Australian horizon, when she heard the front doors fly open. She didn't need to be told who it was. The very air in the castle did, which had felt thin and stagnant for ninety days, suddenly became dense with power. She didn't have time to compose herself. She didn't have time to put on the mask of the strong-willed woman. The door to her bedroom didn't just open; it was reclaimed. Jose and Justin walked in together. The sight of them side-by-side was overwhelming. They were identical in their perfection, both wearing dark, travel-worn suits that couldn't hide the raw strength of their frames. They looked tired, their eyes reflecting the brutal work it took to bring the world’s mafia factions back to heel, but the moment their gazes landed on Quinn, the
While Quinn was standing on the balcony, feeling the sting of being ignored like a ghost in her own life, she had no idea that the world outside Australia was screaming in chaos. To her, the silent treatment from Jose felt like a personal insult, a sour note in a symphony of tension. But to the rest of the globe, the names Jose and Justin became to get known as they left Australia to represented the only force capable of stopping a total collapse of order, only because their father and the other six are already in danger. The world was already in turmoil. A new generation of young talents in the mafia world was rising, and they were proving to be too much to handle. From the streets of New York to Italy, Spain, Germany, Belgium. Younger but ruthless factions were starting wars that didn't follow the rules at all. These new players were hungry, violent, and lacked discipline. As their power became stronger and stronger, the delicate balance of the underworld began to snap. In the h
The heavy sensation of the earlier encounter still weighed on Quinn’s limbs as she finally forced herself to leave the confines of her room. The aftertaste of that heated kiss was like a drug she couldn't flush out of her system. Her mood was a strange cocktail of physical satisfaction and growing mental agitation. She needed to see him. She needed to look into Jose’s eyes and see if he felt the same soul-crushing pull that she did.She walked down the long, marble-floored hallway of the Australian estate. The modern architecture, with its glass walls and sharp angles, made her feel exposed. Every shadow seemed to mock her. She was a woman who had always prided herself on her strong will, but now she was wandering the halls like a ghost, hunting for a glimpse of her captor.As she reached the balcony overlooking the grand foyer, she saw him.Jose was standing near the massive front entrance. He was dressed in a dark, perfectly tailored suit that emphasized his god-like build. He was s
The scent of expensive cologne and the lingering heat of his touch clung to Quinn’s skin like a second silk robe. She sat tucked into a armchair in the corner of her room, a heavy book resting in her lap, but she hadn't turned a page in over twenty minutes. Her eyes were fixed on the same sentence, yet the words were nothing but blurred ink.Her mind was trapped in the aftertaste of the encounter. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the ghost of those large, calloused hands on her jaw. The way he had taken her mouth in that heated kiss, it wasn't just a physical act; it felt like he was reaching into her soul and claiming territory she didn't know was for sale. Against her command, her fingers reached up to trace her bottom lip, which felt slightly swollen and sensitized.She tried to focus on the book, a historical account of the Australian land she had pulled from the library, but her "strong will" was currently being held hostage by her own memories. She was reminiscing about
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the but Quinn felt no warmth from it. She paced the length of the room, her mind replaying the humiliation in the library over and over. She was convinced it had been Jose who saw her, Jose, the man who had ignited this fire in her and then left her to burn. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that smirk. She felt like a glass vase that had been dropped; she was still standing, but the cracks were everywhere. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, her head in her hands, when the door swung open. There was no knock. There was no warning. One of the twins stepped into the room, his presence immediately sucking the air out of the space. Quinn looked up, her heart jumping into her throat. He looked identical to the man who had haunted her dreams—the same broad shoulders, the same sharp, god-like jawline, and the same dark, piercing eyes. She assumed it was Jose. She assumed he had come back to finish the psychological torture he
Quinn got restless counting the hours, then the days. Five days had passed since that charged encounter with Jose. Five days since he had that dark, knowing amusement look and walked away, leaving her a trembling mess of confusion and unfulfilled tension. The silence of the house had become maddening. The room offered no comfort, only a constant reminder of her isolation. She ate alone in the room, meals appearing and disappearing as if by magic, served by staff she never saw. The man was nowhere to be found at all. The entire place felt empty, save for the heavy, lingering presence of their power. Her only comfort was the garden she visits and the strolling she did once in a while. In the beginning, Quinn had felt a sort of relief. She had thought, in her moments of clear thinking, that she didn't want the tension, the fear, or the disturbing pull she felt toward a man who treated her like a prize. She had spent the first two days trying to plan an escape after realizing how stup







