He walked up to me and slowly zipped up the fabric before turning me around and planting a kiss on my cheek. “You look beautiful.”“You look even better,” I whispered as my eyes drank in his appearance. He looked absolutely mouthwatering. Actually, no matter what he managed to do—he never disappointed as far as looks went.“I doubt it,” he said, his lips skimming across my ear. Grabbing his suit, I pulled his lips toward me. His hand crept down to cup my ass as I pressed myself closer.“We have to stop. We have reservations,” he groaned against my lips before kissing down my neck.“Fuck reservations. I want you right now, Valentino,” I whispered into his ear. His hand moved up from my bottom to grip my boob in his tight hold. A moan came out of me as he caressed it in such a soothing manner.“After,” he uttered. I loved how he was telling me to stop but never managed to conclude his manipulation on me. Grabbing his hair, I moved my lips against his before allowing my tongue to enter h
ANASTASIAWe spent the rest of the dinner talking about everything. It felt nice to discuss things in a civil conversation. What I loved most was how much we had in common. We both suffered a great deal of hurt but continued to be strong. We were fierce warriors, and even if he didn’t see it—I did.On the drive home, he brought up my mother and asked how she was doing. Sadly, I hadn’t spoken to the facility in a couple of days. They wanted to limit her visits, but a small part of me felt like I was neglecting her.How foolish was that? She neglected me my whole life and here I am growing sad on my ‘happy’ day just because I feel like I’m neglecting her. With a sigh, I glanced over at Valentino, who had just finished showering. I took a shower before him, even though I would’ve been happier if he had joined me.“What’s wrong?” he asked. I laid back in his bed and shook my head back and forth. I wasn’t going to allow my thoughts to ruin my night. It was my day, I believe I had worked so
I spread my legs and he gently pressed forward, allowing just his head to pop into my snatch. I moaned with pleasure as I felt him begin to stretch my hot cunt. I spread my legs wider, encouraging him to push deeper into me. However, he stood still with just his head in my pussy. I moaned, begging him to fuck me, but he still stayed in place until I was almost crying with desire. He finally pressed a little deeper, releasing a low moan from me. I arched my back, and his cock slid a little deeper into me.Valentino then pulled all the way out, and I opened my eyes and stared straight into his eyes. He could see the pain, the desire in my eyes, and guided his cock back into me. He pressed deeper and deeper until he was completely buried in my cunt. I moaned softly and savored the feeling of being filled by his amazing cock. He began to pull out again and I was so afraid that he would pull all the way out. I quickly wrapped my legs around him, forcing him back inside of me. He laughed so
“I’m going to be out for a couple of days trying to locate Dmitri’s place. It won’t be long,” he stated. I watched him move away from my stomach and over to the other side of the bed. He switched off the lamp and then returned to lay right beside me“Fine. Thank you again for today,” I whispered. He pecked my lips before pulling back. My arms were quick to wrap around him in an embrace. For the first time, he actually let me hold him in a way that resembled a hug. It felt nice.“Don’t expect this treatment tomorrow,” he stated. I pulled away from him with an eye-roll. Turning over, I didn’t even want to look at him after that statement. He always managed to ruin every moment with his asshole behavior.His hand was quick to grip my hip, wrapping around my waist and pulling me back into his chest. I didn’t care to look at him, my gaze wandered over to the window as the moonlight danced around the room.“I was kidding, Bambolina.” He chuckled before planting a kiss on the back of my neck
ANASTASIAValentino wasn’t wrong about him having to leave for a couple of days. With him being gone, I guess that also meant Alex had to be with him. The mansion was empty with just me and Isabella. We had gotten closer over the past few days, and I really enjoyed calling her my friend.I made my way to Isabella’s room to find that she had just woken up.“You’re here! I wanted to ask you something,” Isabella said. “My clothes have been getting a little too small, and I desperately need new things. Do you think we could maybe go to the mall?”I bit down on my lip as I thought about it. Even though the men were away, I knew that they still caught wind of everything.“Okay, I’ll ask Valerio to make sure it’s okay,” I told her. She let out a huff of annoyance but didn’t say anything else as I walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the club. The security guy was there with a cold look on his face.“I need to talk to Valerio,” I muttered before crossing my arms over my chest.T
After doing my hair and getting dressed, I made my way to Isabella’s room. Just as I walked in, she was putting on her jeans and a tube top. She smiled at me through the full-length mirror in her closet as I stepped further into the room.“I haven’t seen much of Alex,” Isabella told me as she applied some lip gloss.Her hair was fluffed out in thick, dark waves, which looked really pretty on her. Then, she puckered her lips in the mirror before turning to face me.“I haven’t seen much of Valentino either,” I told her honestly.I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to tell her. I also wasn’t sure if it was my place to. A frown took over my face as I thought about all of the information I had to keep from her.“You ready?” she asked me. Her eyes trailed down to look at my outfit. I smiled at the look of acceptance she shared.“You clean up nicely.” She winked.“Why, thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself,” I returned, just as flirty, before walking out of the room with Isabella by my si
"Dad, I'm going to miss you," Isabella whispered as she stared at the closed casket. Everyone had already left the cemetery hours ago, so she was alone-drenched in her tears. Soon, she got up from her kneeled position and walked toward her car. As she trudged along the short journey, visuals of her father's death entered her mind. The poor girl was beginning to go a little insane, as she attempted to push the torturing thoughts away. A dinging came from her phone, which indicated that she had received a text message. Isabella's blurry eyes gazed down at the text sent from her mother. She scrunched her brows together at what it stated: I want you to move in with me now. Isabella could clearly remember the last time she had seen her mother. It was something she always tried to avoid thinking about, because her mother was a terrible person, in her eyes. However, although she didn't want to go, she had no other choice. With her being eighteen and still being in school, it wouldn't be e
She turned her head back to her mother when she heard a knock against a door."Come in." A dark, enchanting voice had called out from behind it. She looked down and watched her mother twist the knob before pushing the door open. The first feature Isabella noticed was a long scar on his eye; it trailed from his eyebrow to his lip. He had black hair on top of his head and eyes that screamed danger. When he looked up, he smiled at his wife before his eyes turned to Isabella.He got up from his seat and pushed the chair into the jet-black-colored desk. "Is this the lovely daughter?" He asked as he crossed his arms against his chest. Her mother smiled at him before standing beside him."She is. Isabella, this is my husband, Angelo Romano." Her mother introduced. Isabella looked at him and she could feel herself slightly shivering in fear from his cold gaze. He held his hand out, leaving her to place her small hand into his to shake. "Nice to meet you. Your mother has spoken so much about