Semua Bab Bought For His Son; Pleasured By The Don: Bab 81 - Bab 90

MARCO“Get out!” Her voice was sharp, eyes blazing with anger. My eyes remained fixated on her as I reached for the glass of wine beside me.“Didn’t you hear me? I said leave.”I scoffed. “You don’t get to order me, Cassy.”She crossed her arms, still standing at the door. “What exactly do you want from me?”The room was tense; I could feel the anger radiating from her deadly stare, and somehow seeing her this way amused me. “Close the door first, and we’ll speak.”“I have nothing to say to you. I don’t want you here!”“I wasn't asking, Amore mio, or would you prefer I do it myself?”No response. I was about to stand when she spoke. “Okay, fine. We can speak with the door open.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”“Or because you don’t trust yourself with the door closed.”“You don’t get to barge into my room and ask me silly questions.” I stood up. “What are you doing?” she asked.A smirk formed on my face as I approached her. “What do you think?”“Don’t fucking come close!” she spat,

MARCOI settled on my chair, a wide smile on my face. No matter how hard I tried to frown or keep a serious expression, I just couldn’t. For the first time in my life, I felt content, like I had achieved something impossible. Finally, I fought for what I wanted, but I just had to perfect it. That could only be done when I figured out what Nathan was planning. I had no basic facts or proof, but I could feel it. He wasn’t that naive, and in all honesty, his silence and calm demeanor scared me for the first time. I reached for my phone to call Dante when I heard a knock. I pressed the control, and the door clicked open.A frown etched on my face as I saw who it was. “It’s been a long time….”It truly has been. I had even forgotten she was still on my premises. “I came to talk,” she added, and my gaze flicked down her body. That silk, transparent dress…it didn’t look like talk. It clung to her body, reminding me exactly why I’d bought her in the first place.But that was before C

MARCOI stood by the window, a cigarette burning between my fingers as I watched—HER.Cassandra moved in the water like she knew I was watching. Thick tanned thighs simmering, while her breasts bobbed out of the thin fabric, and the color?Fuck. Red was her perfect color. She seems to have added weight in the right places lately. She rose from the water, diving back slowly, and I just couldn’t erase that image forming—her bent over at the edge, on her knees, gripping tightly while I fucked her silly.I inhaled more smoke, my hand moving on instinct, squeezing roughly… desperate to stop my throbbing cock. Shit. It felt like pouring ice in coal.A frown etched on my face as I recalled she was outdoors. Anyone could be watching, maybe getting off with this view just like I wanted to.I wanted her thighs sprawled on that edge while I showed every motherfucker she was mine.‘Competition’ Dante’s words rang slowly in my head. ‘Lust or love?’I knew it wasn’t lust. It was too consuming,

MARCO. The stench hit me first.I scrunched my nose in disgust as I walked into the dungeon. It’s been over a week since this became Mariam’s new home and a little visitation wouldn’t hurt. Her bloody eyes widened as she saw me. “La mia prigioniera…” My baritone voice echoed through the room. “M… Master…?”“Are they treating you well?” I asked as I took a seat opposite her. “Ha…haven’t you done enough?”My eyes scanned her body.The wounds she had sustained from the last whipping were starting to heal. “Have I?” A shaky whisper was the only response I got. Gone was the fearless Mariam from before. She looked frail, just the way I wanted. Death was the penalty for betrayal. But I couldn’t afford to have another of Alessandro’s sisters’ blood on my hands. Not yet.“Heard you’re still holding back information,” I said.She shook her head frantically. “I told you… I told you everything!”“Everything but Alessandro’s next move.”“I swear I don't know,” she whispered. I relaxed ba

NATHANThe room was dark. Only a ray of sunshine snaking through the curtains.I sat, legs crossed, as I inhaled and puffed out my smoke. On my other hand was a glass of whiskey.Anything to quench this burning ache, but it was impossible. No matter how I tried to erase it, memories of that night haunted me. It was my mother’s death anniversary that day. If anything, he was supposed to be at his wife’s grave, mourning her.But he couldn’t keep his goddamn dick in place. There were so many women. Too many that would bow at his feet if he needed them, but no, he was that selfish.I remember walking in on him ramming his cock into her from behind. I threw the glass at the wall in anger. Fuck. Why did it have to be her?! Why did it have to be my girlfriend?Lisa. Alessandro’s sister. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as I glared at her picture hanging on the wall. This woman helped me heal from my mother’s death. Taught me how to love myself again. I fucking loved her…wanted