All Chapters of TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

.ISABELLA'S POVAntonio stood before me, his chest heaving, his hands balled into fists at his sides as if holding himself back from crossing a line we both knew would change everything. His dark eyes locked on mine, filled with a mix of longing and restraint that sent a shiver down my spine. "Tell me to leave," he said, his voice rough and low. "If you don’t want this, tell me now." I didn’t answer. My breath caught in my throat, my body betraying me as my feet remained rooted to the floor. I hated him. I hated that he’d left me, that he’d found his way back into my life only to stand here, making me feel things I swore I’d buried long ago. But more than that, I hated how much I still wanted him. “Shut up, Antonio,” I whispered, taking a step closer, my voice trembling but firm.. “Just… shut up.” Before I could lose my nerve, I grabbed his shirt, yanking him toward me. His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, and the world around us disappeared. His hands were everywh

.ISABELLA'S POV.I groaned, wincing from pain as my body crashed with the harshness of the cold tiles beneath me, the duvet falling loose of my body as I struggled to wrap it back tight.“Good, I hope you are uncomfortable.” Luca murmured, his bloodshot eyes bored into mine; he was pissed as hell.He tossed me a faint fabric of pyjamas of his?… I couldn't tell, but it was just as big and soft; it could have been his.He stormed into the bathroom, granting me sparsely nine seconds to wriggle into the clothes he provided; the fabric was so soft it brushed against my nipple with each move I made, hardening my tits as pebbles.“You'll stay here until you submit to me. You are mine, Isabella, and you have to get your act together. It would be better for you.” He snapped the words icy, sharp, and menacing. I swallowed a lump in my throat , fuck this,I wasn't weak, maybe my father had screwes things up for us, but I was a trained one, so why the fuck would I let the bloody bastard make

.ISABELLA'S POV.“baby!” I screamed, rushing towards his sides, I bent on my knees cradling his cheeks into my palms, inspecting every inch of his skin with my eyes, hoping for a bit that at least he gets what I meant.“are you okay? Did they hurt you? Anyone laid a finger on you? Say something.. Or I'll lose it mateo, did anyone threaten to hurt you?”I asked, the question pouring off my lips as I spoke without restraint.“Sheesh sissy” Matteo screeched, pulling his face away from my palms, just then I realized perhaps I had pressed on them too hard and too long.“I'm fine!, okay?... Don't act like you care now.” Metro asserted his word. For a first, he was better, his manner of stance, his stutter wasn't there anymore…he was right, he looked older, maybe a little lean, he never actually had the body book anyway, But he was pretty, too pretty for a boy that it wordied me about being bully, but he looked, just, fine“I care about you matteo.what did the bastard tell you? What did he

.LUCA'S POV Matteo and I bonded,Weird, right? only that it wasn't. This younger version of an irritating, vicious, lying lady was way lovely than I predicted him to be. He was unique in a kind of way that pulled me in, lively. I fear I had many similarities to him; he reminded me of Myself and Adrian.I paused, not wanting to think of it, not now. not yet But I knew he was lonely. And surprisingly, I tried as much as I could to fill in that vast space of his heart, in contrast to whatever it was that I usually would have done. Partially, I brought him along because I wanted him to meet his sister; he missed her terribly, although he despised her. Thinking she turned out to be just like their father.I wasn't the type to meddle in sibling affairs, but Matteo was becoming my undoing. God, I understood why he was Isabella's weakness; I'll be damned if I let anyone lay a finger on her brother… or maybe in this case, he was mine in some twisted way, but he was a friend to me, a brother

.LUCAS POV.Call me a bastard, a sadist, but all I wanted was for Isabella to beg, to squirm, to want more of me.There was fire between us, tension, and it was bursting, and now I had both of her heads in place with my palms; my thrust increased as I fucked her throat hard, her eyes rolling in their sockets. Fuck. Fuck fuck. Her mouth was rough, the little friction slapping against my cock , her saliva rubbing like a lubricant.but I'd be damned if I stopped now; I needed to come; I needed a release.“Yes, more…suck it harder.” I retorted Partly whimpering as I spoke.“Fuck…jesus…more…holy fuck.” I prompted her as she bobbed her head faster. Harder. Listening to my commands as her tongue lapped carelessly against it.“Suck harder. Cup my balls… Suck my cock, this fucking cock, my nasty wife.” I moaned. Grunting aggressively, fuck, I had never been more controlling than I was at the moment And she responded to each of my fucking commands. For the first time, Isabella was visibl