All Chapters of His V*rgin Stripper : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

130 Chapters

A Sound of Ruin

MarcelloWhen the plea left her perfect lips, the restraint that had carried me through the night crumbled. It was the same thread of control that had stopped me from canceling on the ball just to feel her body entangled with mine in my sheets. The same control that had kept me from pinning her against the seat of the limousine to taste every inch of her skin, and the discipline that had stopped me from kissing her shitless right in the middle of the ballroom when she'd fought a cold war with the Spanish Don. She had been strong, beautiful, and too lethal for my sanity all night. But standing here in the dark of this locked room, hearing her break down and beg for me, every piece of my self-control burned.I snatched the knife from her thigh, tossed it blindly to the side, letting it drop on the nearest table in a heavy clatter.I lifted her off the floor, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist, raising her dress as she wrapped her legs around my torso. She held onto

Crimson Omen

Marcello I looked down at Sienna, watching her chest heave, her eyes wide, glassy, and dark with a mix of fear and arousal. The sight of her pinned against the wall, her legs locked around my waist, her lips parted, destroyed the last shred of my control.My hips continued their relentless thrusts, our hips meeting with slapping sounds that bounced off the walls.The wet impact echoed in the small parlor, a loud, undeniable rhythm of possession that filled every corner of the room. I drove into her deep and fast, my fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her thighs, holding her firmly against the dark wood as I used her body to quench the violent hunger that had been tearing at me all night. The dress was bunched uselessly around her hips, the gold chains along her spine scraping against the wall with every punishing stroke, but neither of us cared. The world outside didn't exist. Alvarez didn't exist. The blood debts, the syndicate secrets, the lies—they were all burned to a

My First Kill

SiennaThe warmth lingering between my thighs, the pressure of Marcello’s hands, the shameful, addictive high of what we had just done behind that locked door—it all dissolved into nothingness. Rox stood in front of us, a vision in crimson satin that seemed almost mocking against the terror bleeding off her frame. Her dark eyes, usually wild and unbothered, were sharp, and darting over my shoulder toward the main ballroom.The urgency in her voice made me look around frantically."What's wrong Rox? Why the rush?" my voice came out fragile, fear palpitating in my chest.I reached out, my fingers instinctively trying to catch her arm, but my hands were shaking so hard I could barely keep them steady. The hallway that had felt like a sanctuary moments ago now felt like a kill box with no exit. Every shadow looked too dark, every velvet curtain looked like it was hiding a gun barrel, and the faint rhythm of the jazz band sounded like a funeral march."You don't sound like yourself Rebe

Don't Die On Me

MarcelloThe world stopped moving the second her small body hit the carpet.Everything around me faded into complete silence. My vision narrowed down to a single, terrifying focal point. The crimson dress I picked. The pool of dark, thick blood spreading rapidly beneath her stomach, soaking through the satin, painting her skin in liquid death.I dropped to my knees so hard the impact vibrated through my joints, my hands shooting out to catch her before her head hit the floor.I held Sienna's wounded and unconscious body in my trembling hands, shaking her, slapping at her cheeks, trying to keep her conscious, all to no avail."Sienna! Sienna, look at me! Open your fucking eyes!"My voice didn't sound like mine. It sounded broken, torn from a chest that was caving in under the weight of panic. I cupped her face, my fingers slick with the blood of the man she had just killed, my thumbs desperately brushing across her soft cheekbones, tapping against her pale skin. Her eyes remained cl

When Monsters Pray

MarcelloThe fluorescent lights overhead hummed with a vibration that buzzed directly inside my skull. The smell of bleach, rubbing alcohol, and old antiseptic was suffocating, thick enough to taste on the back of my tongue. But it did nothing to drown out the iron stench clinging to my skin, my suit, and my hands.I paced the front of the ER, my blood roaring in my ears as the nurses moved in urgency to remove the bullet from her body.My shoes left faint, sticky red prints on the clean floor with every turn, but nobody on the medical staff dared to look at me, let alone tell me to sit down. My men had cleared the entire private wing of the Vitale family hospital, locking down the entrances and positioning snipers on the roof, but none of that security meant a damn thing to the storm tearing through my chest.Sienna had been shot and I was covered in her blood.I looked down at my hands. The dark crimson had dried into the cracks of my knuckles, flaking off under my fingernails, st

I Killed Someone

Sienna The darkness wasn't peaceful. It was a heavy, suffocating fog that pressed down on my chest, smelling of copper, hot leather, and burning drapes.I could still feel the sickening crunch of the curved steel tearing through his muscles and the terrifying gurgle of a man dying at my feet. The memory looped, over and over, dragging me into a dark pit where every breath felt like inhaling glass.Then, faint vibrations began to cut through the heavy quiet. Voices.Grounding me against the pull of the nightmare."Signore, è tutto pronto, abbiamo il numero di telefono di tutti i suoi colleghi, stiamo solo aspettando i suoi ordini.” The voice sounded distant as they reached my ears.It was Enzo's voice. The tone was clipped and laced with the deadly efficiency that accompanied every Vitale family operation. I couldn't move my limbs; my body felt like it was encased in lead, but my mind was slowly clawing its way toward the surface, fighting through the thick layers of drugs and trau

Mercy For a Killer

SiennaThe silence in the room stretched thin and suffocating under the glow of the hospital lights. My heart hammered against my ribs as my tears kept spilling, hot and uncontrollable. I stared at my fingers, still feeling the ghost of that warm blood coating my knuckles, smelling the metallic reek of death that refused to wash away. I had taken a life. I had ended a breathing, conscious human being.Marcello closed his eyes for a brief moment before he nodded.When he opened them again, his dark irises were heavy, settled into a somber intensity that anchored the entire room."Yes you did kill someone."The plain truth of his words hit me like a physical slap, knocking the remaining air out of my lungs. He didn't try to lie to me. He didn't offer a sugar-coated denial or tell me it was just a nightmare. He named the monster in the room and looked it straight in the eye.The confession tore something open inside me. The dam broke and a breathless spiral took over my voice."I'm

Soup After Bloodshed

SiennaThe quiet hum of the hospital room had been my only companion for the past two hours. Sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting peaceful stripes across the white duvet covering my legs. I was propped up on two soft pillows, turning the page of a book I had managed to pull from the small bedside table, trying to drown out the lingering ghosts of the gala and the suffocating reek of copper that still tried to creep into my mind whenever the room fell too still. Reading was the only thing keeping my brain from spiraling back to that dark hall, back to the sickening crunch of steel breaking through bone and the hot spray of blood over my knuckles."oh my gosh, girlll" Rox's excited scream broke through the silence of my hospital room.I lowered my book peering up at her.She was standing in the doorway like a whirlwind of energy, practically vibrating on her boots. She was all bubbly, her colorful outfit a chaotic contrast to the sterile colors of the ICU wing, but as

The Empire He Burned For Me

SiennaThe soft tap of Roxy’s thumbs against her phone screen was the only sound cutting through the quiet air of the hospital room. The tray table lay across my lap, holding a bowl filled with fresh blueberries that Ma had insisted on leaving behind.I turned another page of my book, letting the sweet juice burst against my tongue while my eyes tracked the black ink on the page. Roxy was sprawled out across the bottom half of the bed, one foot dangling off the edge, completely unbothered by the monitors humming softly near my head. The chaotic energy of the interrogation—and the surreal sight of my mother and Ma acting like two old friends teaming up to boss me around—had finally worn off hours ago. After Ma made sure I finished every last drop of her warm broth and my mom adjusted my blankets for the tenth time, the two of them had finally left, escorted by Marcello’s guards. Once the door clicked shut, the room had settled into a peaceful quiet that I hadn't felt in weeks. It

Beginning of Vengeance

MarcelloThe desk in my office was buried under a mountain of financial ledgers, wire transfer receipts, and maps. The room smelled of cold espresso, leather, and stale tobacco. For five straight days, I had operated on pure adrenaline and rage, running the Vitale empire from the foot of Sienna's hospital bed while tearing Don Alvarez's world apart piece by bloody piece. But today, the heavy lifting was done. The Spanish syndicate was bleeding out, crippled from the inside.I snapped the last document I had to review shut and called in Enzo.Enzo stepped into the office, his posture straight, his face a hard mask. He looked almost as exhausted as I felt, but his dark eyes were alert, waiting for the final orders that would initiate the public execution of Dave Cortez's squeaky-clean reputation."Im done reviewing all these and I've signed the correct ones and pointed out corrections on the rest. As for the link, make sure it is sent tonight and let there be no mistake. Got it?"The

...

8 9 10 11 12 13

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP