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He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

“You think this is about your so-called art? You don’t know what real art is. I didn’t even mind. I liked you anyway. I could have taught you. I didn’t plan it like this. But you chose him.” She couldn’t think. She was too scared for her brain to work. “You shouldn’t have dug up Sullivan,” he told her, his voice hard and filled with hate. Her mind spun to process that, her throat tightening as she made sense of it at last. “You’re Brady Blackwell?” “I’m the Master,” he snapped at her. “Someday, they’ll all know that. Someday, when nobody even remembers your name, my art will be worshipped.” “Let Maddie go. Please,” she begged. “She’s just a child.”

“My...” Master Howton’s fists were trembling with anger and his body was shaking uncontrollably like a Parkinson’s patient as he clenched his teeth and said, “My name is Caden Howton. Everyone in North America addresses me respectfully as Master Howton!” Charlie curled his lips, looked him up and down, then asked, “They refer to you as Master Howton?” Caden clenched his teeth and said, “That’s right! I’m Master Howton!” Charlie curled his lips and said, “Oh, everyone refers to me as Master Wade, but if you’re Master Howton, do you believe that you’re more powerful than me, then?”

Chapter 21 Austin POV. I'm still working on turning her hate into love and I don't want anything to ruin it. I entered Our room, I paced in frustration. My fist clenched at my sides, I suppressed the urge to break something. Ripping off my shirt and pants, I entered the bathroom. I turned on the shower as the cold water hit my skin watching away the blood. I closed my eyes and all I could see was my little temptress. I needed her so badly. I was told by my granddad that love makes you weak in this mafia life, ruthless world. Different from my dad's belief but after he died. I was trained by my grandpa before I could fully take over the mafia family.

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

She saw Daddy touch Emily’s hair gently. Her heart hurt again. She turned away quickly. Tears filled her eyes. “He never touches my hair like that anymore,” she whispered. She went back into her room and closed the door. She did not hate Emily. But she hated the feeling of being second. --- Later that afternoon, Daddy called Tessa to his study. She walked in slowly. “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes,” he said. He removed his glasses and looked at her seriously. “Tessa, you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter.”

More guards immediately subdued him. Woah! Okay, firstly. Who the hell is ‘He’? And secondly, there should be some sort of warning next time someone’s about to switch characters like that! Frail to Mighty doesn’t exactly sit well. “Your master, doesn’t he have a name?” My Dad mouthed as if reading my thoughts. He didn’t look bothered by the threats. “I don’t answer to you! I answer to him!” The guy bawled again. Again, who the fuck is ‘him’?

I can lay both pussy eaters side by side, but right now, Carlos beats my sexy daddy. Carlos is my master, Shawn is my daddy and right about now, my master is helping me deliver a nerve wrecking cum. It's coursing through my nerves, leaving me alert with each jerk my body makes. I feel like the object of envy of many sexually deprived women right now. And that makes me want to give in more. When he finished, he didn't give me a breather as I'm still shaken and arched in ways I never thought I could be when I feel his tip poking me.

“You-“ “I’m here mummy and I have brought Daddy with me!” Skyler chipped in and right beside him was Miguel standing tall and might. Adrianna bat her lashes, “w-what..what did you say?” Adrianna shutters with a scoff “Our daddy, He’s our Daddy,”