Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I sat across from Sarah, the daughter of a prominent politician whom I had been seeing for the past three months even before the peace contract with the Cosa Nostra. The candlelight flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the elegant surroundings. Sarah was dressed impeccably in a designer gown, and she had that air of entitlement about her. "Sarah, you always look stunning. That dress complements your beauty," I said, At least she wasn't one of those who'd choose booty shorts as the outfit of the day. She blushed, I rarely compliment her so this must have come off as a surprise. I just had an urge to compliment her decent style. "Thank you, Vincenzo," she threw her hair behind her shoulder in an exaggerated way, "I do believe in making a statement." The more I got to know her the more I felt like I was stuck in a room with an overconfident feline, one that had all the attention but lacked the depth I sought."Making a statement is important in your world," I

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Get ready, world, because Cindy is about to light up the night like never before!This year, I've outdone myself with the party theme—Neon Rave Extravaganza. It's a stroke of brilliance if I do say so myself. The excitement that bubbled inside me was practically electric. I've meticulously planned every neon detail, from the dazzling decorations to the pulsating music. It's going to be a night of neon chaos and absolute euphoria. This party is bound to be the talk of the town, and I'm the maestro orchestrating every vibrant note of it. Dressed up in a skin-tight, off-the-shoulder neon dress that left little to the imagination, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Neon glitter adorned my skin, like stars in a restless night sky. My trembling hands betrayed the internal struggle. I had promised Bianca that I wouldn't, that I'd fight the urge. My sponsor had been my lifeline, but lately, it felt like I was losing that battle, and the glitter couldn't hid

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The cake was brought out by two men on a cake table. It was a beautiful chocolate neon-themed three-tier cake. Allegra placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed, smiling at me, "Scott had it specially made for you." My heart skipped a beat, my smile got wider. It's not that I wanted him for myself, No, I gave up on that dream even before he realized that he didn't want to leave Allegra. I want him and Allegra to stay happy together, always. It's just that this one-sided love can be brutal, you can't control the flutter of your heart whenever you hear their name. It's the bittersweet pang of unrequited love. On one hand, I find genuine joy in Scott and Allegra's happiness, even when it's not linked to me. Although every smile they exchange may feel like a sharp pang in my chest, yet I can't help but wish for more of those moments, even if they're not meant for me. It's a constant battle between selflessness and longing. "Thank you..." I whispered, I swear she co

Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"We have no other options," Nikolai said as he slammed his hand on the table, "Goddamn it, do you realize what he has on us?" "I'm sure there are other ways," Adriano said, agreeing with me. It was clear that this plan had my father's strategic fingerprints all over it. I couldn't even disagree with it because, he was still the Capo of the Outfit, and his influence reverberated through every corner of our operations. His orders were sacred for me and our men. I had kept him updated with every twist and turn of this unfolding situation. In fact, he had recently engaged in a conference with Nikolai to devise a meticulous plan to take down Santino, to trap him into his own game. But the plan was something I vehemently opposed, both from a professional standpoint and on a personal level. I lightly pressed two fingers against my lips, a thin veil hiding the disapproval etched on my face. My eyes narrowed with annoyance as I turned my attention towards Nikolai, "Wh

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅“Right now I’m thinking about how it would feel to bury my face between your thighs, Claire... Or the beauty of your big, captivating eyes when they gaze up at me as I fuck your little throat...” In a moment of sheer frustration, I found myself closing my eyes, desperately seeking some release. My hand went downwards, fingers tracing the contours of my body before settling between my legs. I was soaked, and I could feel on my fingers how wet I had become. The desire was overwhelming, so I added two fingers to intensify the sensation. A sharp gasp involuntarily escaped my lips, my back arching in response to the electrifying pleasure coursing through me.My other hand trailed down from my neck to my aching nipples, and I couldn't resist the urge to twist and tug at them. “I fuck your little throat...” his voice was so heavy, so deep, so smokey.I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my breath hitching as I mouthed, "Oh God," in a hushed tone.Slowly withdrawing