جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 230

I was startled when I heard Leon's voice. I didn't expect him to follow me outside. I thought he was too busy with his happiness alongside Ana and the children to notice my departure."Clara, where are you going?" he asked again, his footsteps drawing nearer.I turned around, forcing a smile even as tears still streamed down my cheeks. "I'm going to Italy, Dad. I want to work there. I'll stay at a hotel tonight because I don't want to bother any of you."Leon was silent for a moment, his expression shifting from confusion to concern. "Italy? Why all of a sudden? You're not bothering anyone here.""I know I am, Dad. I know Ana is still uncomfortable around me. I know you're all better off without me here."Leon stepped closer, gently taking my hand. "Clara, you have never been a bother. You are my daughter. You will always be my daughter, no matter what happened."I lifted my head, meeting his eyes, which were full of love. There was warmth there, just like when I was little. But was t

The plane landed smoothly at Leonardo da Vinci Airport in Rome. I stared out the small window, gazing at the blue Italian sky and the brightly shining sun. It felt like a dream—I had finally arrived in the country I had only ever imagined.I grabbed my suitcase and walked out of the airport. The Italian air felt warm and fresh, unlike the cold air at the mansion that always reminded me of the past. I smiled slightly, feeling a glimmer of optimism beginning to grow in my heart.I had rented a small apartment on the outskirts of Rome. The place was modest—just one bedroom, a tiny living room, and a small kitchen. But it was mine. For the first time in my life, I had a place that was truly my own.I set my suitcase down in the corner of the room, then sat on a chair by the window. I watched the streets below, observing the Italian people going about their daily activities. They didn't know me. They didn't know my past. And that made me feel free."Okay, Clara," I said to myself. "From no

I woke up with my head feeling heavy and dizzy. There was a metallic taste in my mouth, and my body felt weak as if I had been beaten repeatedly. I tried to open my eyes, but the bright light was blinding, making me squint.Slowly, my vision began to focus. I was in a large room with high ceilings and walls paneled in mahogany wood. I was lying on a comfortable long sofa, and in front of me sat three men in lavish chairs.One of them was the man I had encountered on the street a few days ago. The sharp-eyed man with black hair and an expensive suit. Beside him were two other men—one blonde with a stern face, and one brown-haired with a thin smile that sent shivers down my spine."You're awake," said the sharp-eyed man, his voice calm but full of authority. "You don't need to be afraid. We won't hurt you."I tried to sit up, but my body was still weak. "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?"The brown-haired man smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "We didn't kidnap you. We merel

I was still hugging my knees on the sofa when the door opened again. It wasn't the three brothers, but a middle-aged male servant with a blank face and a black uniform. He didn't say much. He just glanced at me briefly, then said in a flat tone,"Follow me."I didn't move. "Where?"He didn't answer. Two large men walked in behind him. Without a word, they grabbed my arms. I fought back, screamed, kicked, but my body was still weak and they were much stronger. Their hands gripped my wrists tightly, almost like handcuffs. I was dragged out of the room like a prisoner, my bare feet stepping on the cold wooden floor of the long corridor.We passed through several large doors, then entered a much more formal room. An office or meeting room. The walls were lined with dark wood, and in the center stood a long black marble table. Behind that table sat Elias Voss. On his right sat Lucien, on his left Damien, and Tristan stood leaning against the wall near the window with his arms crossed.All

They're not done yet.Lucien laughed low seeing my body still convulsing on the bed."That was just the warmup, Clara. You think we're satisfied already?"Damien pulled my legs wide apart, staring at my wet hole that was still dripping Tristan's and Lucien's cum."Look at this. This fucking hole is still twitching. Hungry again."Tristan was already stroking his cock that had hardened again beside my head."Open your mouth, whore. Drink our cum again."I moaned. My breath was still ragged, but my body had started reacting differently. The heat between my legs was no longer just fear. There was a wicked hunger that made the walls inside me clench, begging to be filled again.I'm a sex addict. I've always known that. That night in Nice wasn't an accident. I enjoyed the strange cocks that wrecked me. And now these three thick cocks belonging to the Voss brothers were driving me insane."Ahh… keep going," I whispered softly, voice hoarse. "Fuck me harder."Lucien raised an eyebrow, his sm