LOGINQuinn POV
The pleasure I was feeling at that moment was so intense that my body was quivering from want, from needing him. I have gulped down many times trying to gulp away some of it's intensity but it was as if it was getting more intense as time passed. Incoherent words and moans were leaving my mouth steadily and I didn't even know how to shift or move my body anymore all this was happening even though he hadn't fully penetrated me yet. I look up and saw his eyes lock with mine and I was unable to look away, it was like a chain was locking my eyes while connecting it with his. All his body movements become obvious to me, how sweat runs down his well-defined sculpture of a body. I couldn't look away "Ace..." I moaned, his name has always sounded sweet to every mouth I heard calling him, but there was greed in me, to be the only one to call him that name, I want him to only hear that name from me and me alone. Just my voice. But theb again it's impossible because I cannot zip close every mouth that knows his name... "Ughhh... Ace..." he forced his dick into me once more whilst gritting his teeth and I know it was to suppress the intense pleasure he was feeling. His eyes were turning glossy from desire and want and it looked sexy as hell... "I'm sorry babe but I have to do this" his voice reverberated through my body which made me shiver more even though it was more of a whisper but he could only blame himself for having a voice like that... "Ahhhhh!!!" I screamed from pain and intense pleasure as he pushed his monster all the way into me, I didn't even know when I started shooting loads of cums all over his dick, I could feel his dick puking inside my belly as it scrapes past my G-spot and all the sensitive parts inside my treasure. I can't describe the level of pleasure I was getting at that moment. I think I lost my voice from that scream earlier, my pussy was throbbing intensely and I felt like all my senses are gone, the only word I know and felt at the same time was a pleasure, my body felt overwhelmed and shivering, and my eyes were glossy and I seemed to have lost it. Ace bent towards me and captured my lips with his, my mind was a mess, I couldn't even moan anymore but the intensity of the arousal I was feeling was many times more than before, his tongue seeking entrance and I subconsciously opened my mouthfor him. His long and wanting tongue took over my mouth and almost turned me to mush, it's expertise in kissing wasn't helping my case. After a while, he pulled out. "Bae, I'm gonna start moving" His baritone voice entered me like a drug that always puts my body in more mess than how it already is. He slowly pulled out and thrust in sending pleasures all over me, I wanna scream, I wanna moan, I wanted to do something but I couldn't, every one of his thrusts seemed to send me into another dimension and I was getting helpless and helpless but at the same time I was feeling so much pleasure that I felt like my body will burst open anytime soon. The way every muscle on his body was flexing an moving was making my mouth water and the intensity and the sweetness of the thrusting was making my squirt rush like a river. My body has long belonged to him to do as he wishes ever since he thrusted in. I have lost control over my body and this moment he can do anything to me and I wouldn't even react. I feel so vulnerable. I always feel so vulnerable whenever I'm having sex with him. My body can't resist him at all and it always feels so good that I always squirt whenever I think of our previous sex anytime. His hips were thrusting in and out of me thrusting me into a dimension of black and white with only Ace to accompany me. "Fuck!" he groaned as my pussy clenched while I shot my second load, that moment my body shook with intense sweetness and indescribable bliss. My eyes rolled back and my breathing seized for a moment but I still couldn't find my voice, I still couldn't make a sound, and I felt like I was getting into the dimension more deeper. "Fuck... you are so pretty Quinn, you are so beautiful" he confessed, his monster getting bigger inside of me stretching my cunt more. As he pulls out and in each time, he would rub against my G-spot and other sensitive parts inside my cunt which was so intense before he goes all the way to my stomach which always sends me to cloud nine. His movement starts to increase and he placed both his hands on my hips steadying me while, my ass subconsciously arched more towards him while he moves forward hitting our bodies together. Sounds of our bodies hitting on each other reverberated through the room and it was another turn on, sweat was dripping down our bodies and the way it looked so sexy on him was a feist to the any sore eyes, sex scent filled the room as well as sweats, his breathing was coming out ragged and intense as well. I think I was getting overwhelmed again leaving me with no other option than to close my eyes but immediately an intense command filled the room "Look at me, Quinn" The baritone of Ace got my heart palpating, my body shivered from intense pleasure and I felt ooze of cums shooting out from my body while I shivers, the baritone command was still reverberating on my body and coupled with the intense release I felt so vulnerable. My body was shaking, my mouth wide open and tears were streaming down my eyes 'Why am I always so vulnerable and exposed in front of him?' I thought inwardly, I still couldn't talk, couldn't moan, and couldn't move, I felt like I was at his mercy, at his pardon.The 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







