All Chapters of Animal Instinct 2: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lying naked on the bed beside him, she felt normal again. Thinking about how familiar this life was and how quickly she adapted, even after months away from him, gave her goosebumps.Armand preferred it that way. Though he had yet to regain his sexual functions, he wanted to be skin-on-skin with her every night. She would stroke him, and he would get frustrated at not being able to get himself hard for her. Patience, she kept telling him. His progress was nothing short of a miracle, but Armand wanted more.Pasquale had arranged an internal meeting at the villa that day. She urged Armand to get ready to meet his uncle and cousin, who would be attending the meeting. She dressed him in a suit and pants. He looked dashing in that attire, just like the Don in the movies.He refused to be pushed in his wheelchair at first, but his legs were still weak; he would look more vulnerable walking with a walking aid. She knelt before him and kissed him. “It’s only temporary ... we’ll get you back g

Lancaster is the city of the rich—a concrete jungle where the upper crust runs their businesses, enjoys their luxurious lives, and is mostly unaware of what’s happening in the nooks and crannies of the other side of the city. The underbelly is an area the city’s high society rarely visits.The Ghetto is vital in the elite’s illegal trading and money traffic. It is where the ‘real’ business takes place for the Mafia families. Their white-collar commerce is just a front for how they generate their wealth. And they are smart enough to keep their hands clean and let the underlings do the dirty work for them.Mafia Captains and Soldiers roam the streets of Lancaster daily to collect revenues and duties from those most vulnerable in society—people who need protection from those who are offering them protection.Drugs, weapons, women, and children are commodities in the trade. They are the ones that make the real money. They make the world go round.With a Beretta M9 safely tucked in their b

Lorenzo had a bandage wrapped around his head. The shot went through his earlobe and severed a big chunk of it. He was lucky the bullet didn’t slip and go through his head. But as the shooter said, he wasn’t aiming for the head.He fidgeted his feet while his hand gripped the arm of the chair he was sitting on. His father stood silently looking out the window in the drawing room. Lorenzo’s mind kept flashing back to the face that had deformed him. El Diablo was the nickname. He looked him up. Alessandro Xavier Leone, a.k.a. Xander, is the badass recruit of the Lombardos. He’ll pay for what he’d done, Lorenzo thought. One day, vengeance will be his.The room had been silent for some time when they heard footsteps approaching in the corridor. The man they had been waiting for. The double door burst open. With a serious expression, his fiery eyes found Lorenzo sitting by the unlit fireplace.Vito brandished his finger at his older brother, “You!” he shouted. “What have you done now?” he

A white sheet covered his pelvic area as he lay on the bed, watching the masseuse massage his legs. The doctor told him to get regular massages to loosen his leg muscles and speed up his recovery. So he picked Adelia from a short list of therapists that the doctor ordered to be sent to his home.Young. Perky tits. Nice ass. Inviting lips. And eyes that told him she wanted him to fuck her like the animal that she is.Armand couldn’t take his eyes off her as she grazed her fingers through his oily skin and kneaded his crotch. He was getting hard. She was biting her lip with a twinkle in her eye. She was not even wearing any underwear underneath her uniform. He thought.“You know ... you would kill a man if I had looked at him that way,” Ari interrupted. She had been standing by the doorway, and the two were so intensely focused on their lust that they didn’t notice her.Adelia pulled back and straightened her skirt. She kept massaging but didn’t dare to look up at the wife.“Did you hea

She remembered when she was little, her dad used to take her on a night drive to the warehouse, which was an hour’s drive from their home. The building was located near the port, and no one was around at that late hour of the night.Her dad used to tell her it was work. He was meeting with people who handled his shipments. He made her wait in the car with the driver or one of his men guarding her with guns. She was used to seeing guns around. She always thought that guns were there to keep her safe. Her perspective on that changed with time.She used to draw a heart on the window as it steamed from her body heat inside the car. She drew it around the shape of her dad walking out of the warehouse with men who had arrived before them. Sometimes, she could hear a loud bang coming from inside the building, but she never thought anything of it.Only later in her teens did she realize that the warehouse had a whole other function at night. The following morning, she noticed that a man came