LOGINQuinn POV
"Oh, babe..." Ace moaned both from pleasure and emotion when he saw me crying. He bent down and immediately scooped me up placing me on his waist, his monster still inside me. My legs wrapped around his hard body and he scouted my head closer to his capturing our lips together in an intense kiss, his mouth was savoring my lips whilst he started thrusting into me good. His dick was not for once weakening but I could swear he was getting harder and harder. I felt like my pussy was at its limit of being stretched. Our body was wrapped together whilst he drills my pussy. "You know I love you, Quinn? Don't cry anymore, no matter what just know that I got you, okay?" he consoled but only I knew that what his voice was doing to me wasn't helping matters at all. 'Should I blame him for being too gorgeous or should I blame myself for being a horny motherfucking girl?' But he immediately got my thoughts messed up again as he started moving in circles inside my pussy. I felt so good that my eyes were in the back of my head. I almost drooled from the pleasure and excitement it was giving. My body was heating up and my mind was turning blank. At that moment, the only thing I could comprehend was for him to keep going. His dick was like a second skin and I was feeling it all the way to my stomach and the sensation was touching the brain, I felt a sweetness in my head that was almost mouth-watering. He kept moving in circles and, brushing all sensitive parts and my G-spot too, it was intense and like a never-ending process, if I felt like the pleasure was decreasing it would hit me again like a wave and my mind would go numb again because of it. I felt my fourth climax approaching and my body weakening, I felt almost dried, almost used up, and like he was trying to fuck away the last bit of strength that I have remaining. My body was still shaking because I can't ignore the pleasure I was receiving but I have been fucked dry by this monster of a man. "Aahhhhhh...!" a moan escaped my lips when he suddenly stop moving in circles and suddenly thrust into me with force, I felt my organs reset, my toe curled and I shot another load of cums before collapsing on his hard body clutching him tightly whilst breathing hard for my life. He chuckled, kissed my cheek, and placed me on my king-sized bed whilst entering the bathroom to bring a wet towel to wipe me clean. When he returned, I looked down and gasped when I saw his still rock-hard monster dangling and then it clicked, 'He didn't cum all those while?' I almost screamed out. But soon I felt guilty remembering that I can't even give him a good blowjob. It was as if he caught my dejected look and smile, he climbed into the bed with me and pulled my head resting it on his arm "It's okay Quinn, you don't have to feel bad, actually you surprised me a lot. I know I haven't said this and it's somehow weird but no girl has ever been able to take our dic... well, my dick ever since I started fucking around. Anyone that claimed to be able to take it will faint after three thrusts, and at the end, I will end up jerking myself to climax" he said kissing my temple. His monster was still hard and prominent, sweat dripping down his gorgeously defined body and it was hard to tear my eyes away from the sight and it was turning me on so fast but I gulped and averted my gaze, if I dare and cummed for the fifth time I will surely faint. "When I first saw you I was hooked, not because of sex but your looks. You were damn pretty and beautiful like an angel and my plan then was to date you only and not talk about sex with you because you might break" he said and chuckled "You can't blame me though, you look like an angel and innocent. So you can imagine the shock I got when you last for a whole round the first time we had sex, although you later fainted but it was a fucking 'full' round, and I... I guess that was when I became obsess... umm attached to you, and I don't think I will ever leave you" he said capturing my lips with his and I felt so happy hearing his confession. Ever since we started dating which was 5 months ago he has never talked about his previous sex experience with me so I thought I was failing him but hearing him now made me so excited. Even though I was a little jealous 'well, not a little' hearing him talk about his previous fucks before we met. I'm so glad that so far I'm the only one that halfly-satisfied him and the fact that he didn't originally date me for sex also made my day. "So, if you are feeling bad, you shouldn't because you are the best so far, one of the best thing that have happened to me. And if you noticed, you are lasting longer and longer as we do it" he said and chuckled which got me blushing. "The last time you were only able to cum three times and already loosing consciousness, but today you did better than the last, so I'm sure you will one day be able to hand me, that it last longer till I cum" he said whilst heading to the bathroom to help himself but not without saying "... because I don't think that any girl in this planet will be able to exhaust us in sex" he added and disappeared into the bathroom leaving me with my thoughts. 'Who was he talking about?' 'Or rather who are the 'us' was he talking about?' I can't seem to understand the sentence because I'm already so exhausted, but remembering that I was improving made me beam from ear to ear because someone like Ace doesn't lack anything in this life because of where he came from and finding out what he has been craving but no one was able to satisfy him made me realize a new way to make him want me more and more and more... and with that thought, I fell asleep.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







