"Madeline inquired about our destination, her unease lingering from the events at the premiere. I responded, intending to address the secrets that burdened us. Initially, I had no intention of opening Dante's envelope, as his words held no significance to me. However, feeling obligated to fulfill the dying man's wish, I reluctantly opened it, thereby altering my world once again. The contents inside brought forth a mix of heartbreak and solace. Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that he had bequeathed his entire estate and fortune to me through his will. It was tainted money, often referred to as blood money. Moreover, I discovered that I was also the heir to the Massimo mafia family, alongside my father's empire, which encompassed vast sums of money from drug trafficking and various legitimate investments. At some point after Dante's actual demise, a decision would need to be made. Dante deserved some credit for risking his entire reputation to rectify certain wrongs. While i

A few seconds went by. Then ten more. She struggled, avoiding eye contact as she tried to find the right words. I waited patiently, sipping my drink and contemplating how to handle the situation. "Listen, if you want my help, you're going to have to talk to me. I'm not known for my patience, so at least give me your name." After another pause and a faint moan, she finally spoke up. "Okay. I don't want to play games. I'm Emily Fiennes, Rafael. Maybe you remember me. I had nowhere else to go, and you're the only person I trust. The truth is, you're the only one who can protect me. If he finds me, he'll kill me." Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity, stirring up intense arousal that I hadn't felt in years. Memories flooded my mind, bittersweet and captivating. I gazed into her striking green eyes, momentarily lost in the past. "You belong to me," I asserted in a commanding tone, toying with the leather strap in my hand. "Yes, sir," Emily whispered, struggling against the rest

She appeared surprised by the specific command, but complied with it. As I slid the damp section of the belt across her tongue, she swayed forward, almost as if she were about to collapse to the ground. Her hunger was evident, nearly matching my own intensity. "Imagine the moment I whip your genitals," I said in a husky voice, needing to take a few deep breaths. "Yes. Oh God, yes, sir," she responded. Stepping back, I wrapped the buckled end of the belt around my hand and flicked the end against her breasts. Her body trembled, her mouth opening wide, yet her eyes remained filled with absolute ecstasy. I repeated the action, snapping my wrist, the sound of the strap striking her skin like captivating music. I was consumed by desire as I slapped her breasts one final time before moving behind her, tenderly caressing her beautiful buttocks. Her body was exquisite: an hourglass figure with rounded hips, long legs meant to entwine around my waist, and perfectly shaped breasts. I longed

He reached for my glass, gently guiding my hand away from the bloodstained towel and positioning the tumbler within my grasp. I remained motionless, but he persisted, lifting my arm and bringing the rim of the glass to my lips. "Take a few sips to help calm yourself down," he urged. I complied, as I had done countless times before, licking the droplets of alcohol before taking tentative sips, eventually succumbing to gulps. Rafael muttered under his breath as he set the bloody rag on the table. "That's enough," he said firmly, forcefully taking the glass away from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him shaking his head. "Emily, what happened? What the hell happened?" One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. I counted silently, desperately trying to regain composure before responding. Finally, when I reached ten, I managed to speak. "I witnessed a horrific murder," I confessed. He let out a deep sigh, the frustration evident in his voice. "If you only witnessed it, then why are y

With cautious steps, I made my way down the hallway, passing by Rafael's office, holding my breath in anticipation. The sound of jazz music filled the air, surprising me. It was difficult to reconcile the brutal man I knew with an appreciation for such a genre. As I entered the room, I was taken aback by the change in decor. The burnished leather furniture exuded a warmth and inviting atmosphere, complemented by the crackling fire in the stone fireplace that brought a smile to my face. The art adorning the walls captivated me, with its seductive nature depicted through bold reds and yellows, evoking scenes of eroticism that left me breathless. Lost in the ambiance, I hadn't realized Rafael's presence until I felt his gaze upon me. "Why are you still awake? Is something the matter?" he asked casually, devoid of his usual demanding tone. "Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be out of your way in the morning. I appreciate your hospitality, but I shouldn't have com