All Chapters of Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nella’s POVAfter he was done, my legs were shaky and my pussy was sore.I took a hot bath, letting the steam and water ease the ache between my thighs and the tension in my muscles.The punishment had been sweet and severe—the kind that left marks on my skin and echoes in my body long after his hands had left me.No painting today.I settled in the sitting room instead, wrapped in one of Giovanni’s oversized shirts, the fabric soft against my skin.The pregnancy was becoming impossible to ignore—the small, firm curve of my belly; the way my breasts felt heavier; and the random flutters that reminded me there was a life growing inside me that belonged to both of us.My phone rang.I checked the screen.Brenda.I answered without thinking.“Nella, my darling.”Her voice was warm. Familiar. The voice of someone who had called me that since before I could spell my own name.“I’ve been thinking about you every single day. How are you feeling? Is he treating you well?”Something in me exha

Antonio’s POVI crouched down and placed the white lily flower I had brought. It had always been these particular lilies, always white; when he was alive, Vito had kept white flowers in his study every week without fail, and I had never asked him why.I placed them against the base of the headstone.I stayed for a while longer. Long enough for the wind to change direction and the groundskeeper's sounds to fade into the distance. Long enough for the cypress trees to go still. I grieved again.Then I stood, straightened my jacket, and walked back to my car.I had work to do.********The phone rang twice before she picked up.“Antonio?”Her voice was soft, a little surprised, but there was a smile in it. I could hear it—that gentle lift at the end of my name she used to have when we were younger.“Hey,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “You sound like you’re smiling. That’s new.”A soft breath — almost a laugh — came through the line.“I was just… painting. Or trying to. You caught me

Nella’s POVI was about to drop my phone on the desk when I got a notification.It was Antonio.I opened the message with a small, nervous smile.Wow, Nella. This is incredible. The shading, the emotion in Saturn’s face — you captured the horror and the tragedy perfectly. Someone already wants to order it.My heart jumped.So quick? Really? I typed back quickly. Who?One of my private collectors. He saw the photo I sent and fell in love with it. He wants the final piece.Private collector? Antonio’s private collectors must be so fast at picking art pieces.I found it more intriguing that they picked my art that fast.It showed that I did it well. I’m pretty good at what I do.I smiled.I felt a rush of excitement I hadn’t felt in months.Someone wanted my work.Not because I was Giovanni’s wife or Vito’s daughter.But because of what I had created.I replied, fingers flying across the screen.The painting can be sent to any location of his choice. Just tell me where.Antonio’s respons

Nella’s POVI’m visiting my father’s mansion today.Although, I did not wake up that morning with any intention of going back to my father's house. I woke up with my commission sitting in my thoughts like a warm light, I made breakfast slowly, and I sat at the kitchen counter while the villa moved around me in its usual quiet efficiency, as I thought about my father.About how much he would have liked this. How he would have reacted quietly, privately, without making a performance of it, the way he did everything that mattered to him. He would have said something brief, something like “I always knew” and then he would return to whatever he had been doing, and I would have carried those words for a week. I wanted to be in his house. The space that held most of my childhood memories.Not for any strategic reason. Not because I had a plan or an agenda. I simply wanted to stand in the rooms where he had existed, to be somewhere that still held the shape of him. I told Maria I was goin

Nella’s POV“Section Three,” Giovanni continued, his voice steady and low. “The Collateral shall have no unsupervised contact with external parties, especially those connected to the Moretti family or former associates, without prior approval. This includes phone calls, meetings, or visits.”I thought of my trip to my father’s house earlier. Of Brenda. Of the changed lock.Giovanni’s eyes never left the page, but I could feel him watching my reaction.“Section Four. The Collateral’s daily movements, communications, and activities shall be monitored for her safety and the fulfillment of the agreement. Any attempt to conceal information or actions will result in immediate consequences.”He turned the page.“Section Five. In the event of pregnancy, he paused. I looked up to find a small smirk on his face. Memories of my dares came rushing into my head. I shook my head slightly, still remembering my voice calling out to “Mr Brawny” in the New York lounge.He cleared his throat slightly. “