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Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires Yes, Sir (1)
Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm
Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires Yes, Sir (1)
Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm
Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires Yes, Sir (2)
Yes, Sir (2)Isabella's POV The next afternoon, Nica announced that we were going out. He didn't explain anything to me, he just came with a curt “Get dressed. Wear something decent.” I chose a simple white sundress that hugged my body a little too well, knowing it would test his patience.We drove in silence to a quiet vineyard just outside the city which was one of his properties. He said it was for business, that he wanted to do a quick check on the new harvest, but I knew better than that. He wanted to remind me that I was now under his constant watch.We walked the rows of vines under the warm sun. Nica looked every bit the powerful businessman in his crisp shirt and dark trousers, while I trailed beside him, the hem of my dress brushing against my thighs. He pointed out details about the soil and yield, but his eyes kept drifting to me — to the way the sunlight made the dress I was wearing almost see-through, to the curve of my breasts and to the sway of my hips.Halfway throug
Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires Yes, Sir (1)
Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm
Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires I Find Joy In Fucking Strangers (3)
I Find Joy In Fucking Strangers (3)Madelyn's POV The convention center in downtown Chicago was a madhouse of noise and ambition and I’d come for a home goods trade fair — pretending I was scouting new suppliers for a fake small business I didn’t actually own. Truth was, I just wanted to be surrounded by strangers in suits and tight dresses, letting the energy of the place make me feel alive.I was wearing a fitted navy blazer with nothing underneath, the deep V-neck showing plenty of cleavage, paired with a tight black pencil skirt that hugged my ass and stopped mid-thigh. My heels clicked against the floor as I moved through the crowd, feeling eyes on me everywhere. My pussy had been tingling ever since I stepped off the train.That’s when I saw him.He was standing at a sleek tech booth for smart home devices, tall and sharply dressed in a charcoal suit that looked expensive. He had dark hair that was neatly styled, strong jaw, and a confident stance that screamed he knew exactly
Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires I Find Joy In Fucking Strangers (2)
I Find Joy In Fucking Strangers (2)Madelyn's POV I’d only been in Chicago for two weeks and my little beater car was already acting up. The check engine light had been blinking like a desperate cry for help since yesterday and instead of going to some fancy dealership, I drove straight to a small, gritty auto shop on the South Side that looked like it had been there for more than decades.The sign outside read “Russo’s Auto Repair.” Perfect.I pulled into the open bay and killed the engine. The tools clanged somewhere in the back and a few guys in grease-stained coveralls glanced my way, but one in particular caught my eye immediately.He was tall, maybe 6’3, with thick arms covered in dark tattoos and a tight black tank top stretched across a powerful chest. His dark hair was messy, stubble shadowed his jaw, and his hands looked strong enough to crush steel. When he wiped his palms on a rag and walked over, my thighs clenched on their own.“Any problem with the car?” His voice was
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