All Chapters of His V*rgin Stripper : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SiennaThe silence in the cramped, grimy motel room was so thick and heavy it felt like it was pressing the oxygen out of my lungs. I stood frozen, my fingers still wrapped tightly around the cold metal of the deadbolt. The key card was still gripped in my other palm, its plastic edges biting into my skin, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything except the violent roaring of my own blood in my ears.In the shadowed corner of the room, Marcello sat in the single, peeling vinyl armchair. He looked… different. The pristine, untouchable Don of the Vitale family was gone. His collar was unbuttoned, and his dark hair—usually parked in that sleek man bun—was wild and disheveled, falling over his shoulder in messy strands. His jaw was dark with a heavy shadow of stubble, and when his eyes met mine, the crushing weight of his gaze almost made my knees buckle.Those eyes. Those dark, endless, bottomless orbs that had haunted my dreams for weeks. They were bloodshot, rimmed with a

MarcelloThe violent gasp that tore from Sienna’s throat seemed to echo off the peeling walls of the cramped motel room, vibrating through the small space like a physical tremor. She sat frozen beside me, her free hand clamped hard over her mouth, her eyes wild, and swimming with horror. I could feel the rapid, frantic beat of her pulse against the skin of my hand where I held her fingers captive. Her reaction was justified; the image of a silver box containing a brother's mutilated remains was a nightmare that no normal person, no one untouched by the depravity of our world, should ever have to visualize.But I couldn't stop. I couldn't shield her from the darkness anymore. If she was ever going to understand why I had built this labyrinth of lies around her, she had to look directly into the abyss that had swallowed me whole."I was also sent pictures of his battered dead body," I continued, my voice cold, and hollowed of any remaining warmth.I kept my eyes fixed on the blank sp

Sienna The low rumble of the sports car’s engine vibrated through the leather seats, a steady, mechanical hum that matched the relentless drumming of my pulse. Outside the tinted glass, the blurred neon lights of the city streets smeared across the passenger window in long, dizzying streaks of crimson and amber, fading gradually into the pitch-black void of the open highway. The interior of the vehicle was dark, suffocatingly quiet, and thick with a tension so heavy it felt physical, pressing down on my chest until every breath felt like an effort.And then there was his hand.Marcello’s heavy hand rested lazy on my thighs, his long fingers curved over the denim of my jeans with a casual, possessive permanence that made my skin prickle. It was infuriating. Even after everything that had happened, and the bleeding rift of betrayal splitting the space between us, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. The man was operating on desperate instinct now, stripped of the stoic mask he u

Sienna"I can't believe this," the words barely caught in my throat as my thumb involuntarily twitched over the cold screen.My eyes were glued to the bright display, watching the video play through for the sixth time since Roxy had quietly slipped the device into my trembling hands. The nauseating loop of the footage seemed to burn straight through my retinas, the audio playing at a low hiss that sounded like a swarm of hornets buzzing inside my skull. I couldn't look away, even though every cell in my body was screaming at me to throw the phone across the room and scrub my skin until it bled.Apparently, while I had been completely blind, caught up in the whirlwind of my anger. She had gone to get some things from the house Dave and I once shared, and and she had seen Talia's personal belongings casually scattered around my bedroom, integrated into the space as if she belonged there, while my own things—my clothes, my books, everything that belonged to me—had been tucked away in a

Sienna The engine of the sports car finally died, leaving behind a heavy, ringing silence that seemed to amplify the erratic pounding of my heart against my ribs. I sat frozen in the passenger seat, my fingers curling tightly into the fabric of my jeans as I stared out the tinted glass window at the structure looming ahead.It was the safe house.The exact same house I had once been brought to for shelter against his violent, chaotic world—a place that kept me hidden from the monsters lurking in the dark. But today, the walls of this house held a different kind of weight. Today, it held the only piece of my old life that still mattered.A suffocating wave of anxiety washed over me, twisting my stomach into a violent, painful knot as I stared at the front door. My mind began to spin out of control, tumbling into a dark vortex of terrifying questions. I was wondering how my mother would react to seeing me after all this time, after the terror of her abduction, after the months of si