Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined By The Don's Enforcer : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

~ArnoldWatching Dorla in that emerald green dress for two hours and forty five minutes was pure torture.Every time she moved, the fabric clung to her curves like it was painted on. The plunging neckline showed just enough to drive me insane, and that high slit kept flashing her toned thigh whenever she shifted. She looked breathtaking, hot, elegant, and dangerously seductive.But the worst part? She kept glancing at me.Small, secret looks across the crowded hall. A tiny smile when no one was watching. The kind of look that said I’m thinking about you too.I stayed in my position near the wall, playing the perfect silent bodyguard, while my blood boiled every time Alessandro leaned in too close to whisper something in her ear.The ceremony itself was long and boring — speeches about alliances, future partnerships, and strength through unity. But the real conversation happened at the main table.I was close enough to hear everything.Don Vincenzo raised his glass toward Alessandro’s

~LilaMia was still moaning underneath me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I fucked her slow and deep with the strap on. The room smelled like sex and her favorite vanilla body lotion. I had her pinned against the headboard, one hand gripping her thigh while the other rubbed her clit in tight circles.“Fuck, Lila… right there,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back. “Don’t stop, baby, I’m so close…”I thrust harder, grinding the base of the strap against her clit until she came hard, shaking and crying out my name. I rode her through it, kissing her neck and whispering filthy praises until she collapsed, panting and satisfied.We lay there for a few minutes, tangled and sweaty, exchanging lazy kisses.Then my phone buzzed on the nightstand.I glanced at it. Raffaele.My stomach did a little flip. I kissed her one last time and slipped out of bed.“Gonna take a

~LilaRaffaele positioned himself between my spread legs, his thick cock pressing against my entrance. He looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes, one hand gripping my thigh.“Relax, baby,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”He pushed in slowly at first, just the head, stretching me open. I gasped sharply, my hands flying to his shoulders. He was so big. Much bigger than I was used to.“Fuck… you’re tight,” he groaned, inching deeper, giving me time to adjust.I whimpered, my legs trembling around him as he filled me slowly, carefully, until he was buried to the hilt. The fullness was overwhelming.He stayed still for a moment, letting me get used to him, then started moving slow, deep thrusts that made my toes curl.“Oh my god…” I moaned, my nails digging into his back.He kept the pace torturously slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making sure I felt every inch. But then something shifted. His hips snapped harder, faster, driving into me with raw power.

~DorlaThe flight to Spain was smooth, and by the time we landed and reached the private estate my father had arranged, the sun was shining warmly over the beautiful Mediterranean villa.A middle aged Spanish man was waiting for us at the entrance. He had a warm smile and tried his best with English, though his accent was thick and charmingly broken.“Welcome, Señorita De Luca and… Señor Black, yes?” he said, gesturing for us to follow him. “I will show you the house.”He led us through the stunning villa, white walls, terracotta tiles, huge windows overlooking the sea, and a breathtaking infinity swimming pool that seemed to merge with the ocean.Arnold walked beside me silently, but I could feel his presence like a warm shadow.At the end of the tour, the man pulled out a small tablet. “So… how should I register you both?” he asked. “Family? Or…?”I didn’t even hesitate. “Couples,” I said quickly, a bright smile on my face.Arnold glanced at me, then nodded in agreement, his express

~Arnold ~The next morning, I woke up before the sun fully rose.Dorla was curled up against my chest, her naked body pressed warmly into mine, one leg thrown over my thigh and her face buried in the crook of my neck. Her breathing was soft and even, her hair spread across the pillow like dark silk.For a moment, I just lay there, holding her.We actually had two whole weeks together, no Don Vincenzo watching, no guards reporting back, no constant fear of being caught. Just us. In this beautiful villa by the sea.It felt like a dream.And like every dream I’d ever had, I was terrified it would end badly.I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, my thumb tracing her cheek. She stirred slightly, making a soft, sleepy sound that made my chest tighten with something dangerously close to love.What the hell am I doing?I was thirty three. She was twenty-one. I had sworn my life to her father. And here I was, in Spain, in bed with his only daughter after spending the night worshippi