Semua Bab Sin: Ninety Days With The Sorvino Don: Bab 121 - Bab 130

ISLA Smack. The slap to my right cheek is so vicious that it blends with his brutal kick to my stomach a few minutes ago. “Can you shut up, Isla?”I cover my face and body with my arms to shelter me from further blows. He thinks I deserve this. It’s always my fault somehow. I say the wrong thing, or he’s had a bad day, and my face is the cushion for his turbulent emotions. He’s beaten me to where I’m too traumatized to say anything, not that there’d be any point. When Paul is like this, it’s almost as if he creates his own reality, completely caught up in whatever twisted notion his mind has conjured up. Today, the trigger was a guy named Tommy who looked at me a little too long in Introduction to Chemistry. Paul wouldn’t have known who Tommy was, except he had me shadowed by one of his goons. Being with Paul means I’m never alone—I’m always accompanied by Paul or one of his pathetic boys desperate to get on Paul’s good side. Tommy is a nerdy kid who can’t even make eye contact wit

I rush toward the large door and place my hand on the knob, turning it, not daring to refuse Bryce in his current state. He tosses Paul out the door in an impressive display of pure strength for his age. “If I ever see you again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. The only reason you aren’t dead is because you’re my creation, but I swear to God you don’t want to test me, Paulie.” I start to leave after Paul, but Bryce clamps onto my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going, Isla?”“I-I just…I think I should leave.”“No,” he growls. “I invited you for dinner, and you’ll stay and eat.” My eyes roam from his large hand on my wrist to his soft, dark brown eyes. Those eyes ease my fears. Yes, Bryce has displayed barbaric brutality, but his eyes show regret and compassion, two emotions I never saw in Paul’s eyes. Not once. “Please,” he adds.“Let’s go, Isla,” Paul demands, reaching for me. “Don’t make a stupid mistake.” “I’m staying.”Paul’s jaw ticks as his lips curve into a sinister smile—a smile

BRITTNEYI feel like a pervert, watching Timothy through the security camera as he chops wood in his backyard. The way his muscles ripple across his bare chest and back make him look like a fitness model as he swings that axe. How could anyone not watch when they had the chance? The man is about as sexy a human being as possible, and I sit in my bedroom staring at the screen and trying to resist the urges washing over me. Of course, I can’t resist a damn thing. I never could.My hand moves down and slips into my yoga pants, sliding under the elastic of my panties and right to my clit. I don’t have any inclination to a slow buildup, either. My buildup has already started. It started the moment I saw Timothy take his shirt off. Watching him as he works makes me ready, wet and desperate.I can’t believe how much I want this man. I don’t even know him! I only know his name because I made sure to find out the names of everyone on this street before I moved in. Wefor four days. Nonetheless,

BRITTNEYI stare at the screen, all strength draining from my body. Nobody is around to see how my cheeks turn bright red, and my fingers are still in my pussy. The orgasm I was building to has passed leaving me blissfully dazed... Timothy’s smile never falters as he stops waving and turns his hand up, curling a finger to call me to him. Then, the screen goes black. I have no idea how he even knew about the cameras. I have no idea how he got the screen to go black like that.The only thing I know for sure is that he knows I watch him, and he wants me to go to him. I am terrified but at the same time, my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. I pull my fingers from my pussy and just that movement makes me almost cum a second time. I stare at the blank screen for a moment more and suddenly the only thing more terrifying than going to Timothy as commanded is the thought of making him wait for me.I leap to my feet and rush down the stairs.I can barely understand how the need for him to fi

BRITTNEY“Are you mine?” he asks me again, as though the previous answers leave him unsatisfied as his fingers drive me to an unbelievable orgasm.“Oh God, yes! Yes, Daddy!”“Completely?” That part of the question is new.I grab his hand and push it away from my pussy and rise to my knees so I am face to face with him on the bed. “I am yours completely Daddy,” I say. “I’m your little girl and I want to be your little girl forever.”He looks at me for a long second and then kisses me fiercely. When he finishes, he says, “Little girls need rules, and I expect you to obey them.” “Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out.“And a good little girl gives her Daddy everything.”“Everything, Daddy. Anything you want, any time you want it.”He kisses me again, "Now. I want it now.”I gasp as he lifts me up. Suddenly I am atop him, his cock diving deep inside of me. It finishes the work his fingers began, and I cry out as I cum. “Daddy!”My body explodes with incredible pleasure.The first time was the culmina