บททั้งหมดของ In Bed with the Hot Brothers : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Ziyana My heart pounded heavily in my chest like a food processor as we all got it and the door closed behind us with a click. Sal had released my hand. I looked around this room and it was much exactly like the one we just left. The only difference was the size and the equipment here. These ones are not familiar a bit. I couldn't make any of them out but they were aesthetic. They added to the dark ambience of the room.“It's a private one for us. It's similar to the one we have at home. Stefano designed this one, that's why it looks eerie.” I turned around as he explained. “There's…one back at home?” I asked. How come I never noticed and why didn't they show it to me? I mean if it's our playroom, I deserve to know that it exists right?“Ofcourse, it's bigger than this. You'll see for yourself when the time is right” 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦? I questioned them internally.“That's enough of talks. Let's get down to it,” Sal

MassimoSilence might be the best everywhere else but it's not in my world .In our world.In the Mafia world and business, it meant trouble was lurking around . Much worse, it could be chaos, a ticking time bomb or maybe a warning. In the case of Arseni and I, it could encompass all. Considering how crucial the issues at hand were, it's imperative that I'm more than careful. Arseni is no small kingpin and it would do me no good to be at his anger radar.I scratched my head in frustration as I swallowed the now warm scotch in the glass in my hand. It has suddenly turned bitter than usual. The candle lights illuminating the room flickered due to the breeze coming from the window. I stood up reluctantly to close it.I took my phone again and checked the screen of my phone.Still nothing. It's been more than twenty four hours since I last messaged him about the update I had. Well, not that I really got one. But I'm certain that it's the Niccolians' work. They hijacked the container; I'm

ArseniShe squeaked as I gave her bottock a slap and squeezed it. The music was loud and sensual, just the way I love it. I love Italian women and these ones in my room are worth it. One is currently shaking her butts in my face while I spray money on it. The other one is on my thighs, giving me a lap dance. She held my neck for pace and began grinding her body on mine. I poured wine on her skin and proceeded to licking it off. My teeth caught her big hard nipples and began to suck on it. She held my head in place, arching her back and pushing her nipples dip into my mouth.The other lady arched her left leg on a nearby stool, giving me a clear view of her pussy. I slithered my hands down her spine. I squeezed her butts before drawing my attention to the space above her thigh. She was neatly shaved there just like I always wanted. She bit her lip seductively, drawing my attention. I slipped two fingers slowly into her hole. Because my attention was divided, I let my fingers remain ins

Massimo“If anything happens to that boy, you'll regret being on earth. I'll wipe out all of your family members and it'd still not make up for it.” I threatened, holding her by her collar.“Stop it, Massimo. You are hurting me” she lamented.“Do not tell me what to do! I gave you strict orders. Do not go to the party but what did you do? You brought the party to an amusement park and left the boy all by himself”“He wanted candy and that was what I went to get him. I shouldn't have left him by himself. I know I shouldn't,” she said breaking down but I wasn't having it at all.“It's not yet time to cry Maureen. Just pray to your ancestors that I find him in one piece because if not. You'd be sorry.”“Mas!” Florence screamed from the entrance. I thought she was calling me in order to stop harassing the lady so I didn't listen. I pinned her against the wall the more in fury. It was no point arguing with her if she wouldn't listen to me. “Florence, don't interfere.”“Even after this?” S

Salvatore I practically dragged Ziyana with me to the room. She didn't say or do anything. She just let me hold her like some sort of lifeline. I dropped her hand and walked to the mirror in the wall of the room. What I saw was the reflection of myself staring back at me, tired and angry at everyone at myself. Of a young man who was tired of enduring everything and everyone.My chest rose up and down with anger withinI clenched my teeth as several memories of family gatherings that ended in insults flooded my memories. Of being looked on like a peasant. All my efforts to restrain myself let loose. At that moment , everything snapped. I swung my hand and hit the mirror, shattering it into pieces. I looked at my reflection in the multiple pieces of glasses. I didn't feel any pain even though my hand was dripping with blood on the marble floor.“You are bleeding,” Ziyana said with fright, her eyes filled with water and concern. She tried to move close to me but I stopped her before she