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21 | Ownership Drills
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His Forbidden Goddaughter 22 | Empty Threats
*Alberto’s POV* As soon as we made it to the car, I opened the door for Isa before turning to Edgardo. “Dove sono loro?” (Italian for “Where are they?”) I asked him as he placed the keys in my hands. “Thank you.” I replied, climbing in after Isa. “Padrino.” She whispered with a pout as I closed the door. “Che cos'è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) I asked her, caressing her cheek. She didn’t reply. She just laid on my lap, face down. I pulled her hair to the side as she turned her face to look at me. “What are you doing, Angel?” I asked her as she played with the button of my trousers, awakening my beast. “It’s sore.” She said, making me chuckle. “Of course, it is.” I said as I played with her hair. She was so beautiful and perfect that I could get lost in her, which I did. I didn’t even notice when Edgardo had driven out of the plaza. I placed one hand on her thigh as I continued caressing her hair before looking up. There was silence for a bit until Edgardo turned out of the
His Forbidden Goddaughter 23 | Harsh Denials
*Alberto’s POV* “This will just be a little taste of what’s coming.” I told her through clenched teeth as my eyes roamed her body hungrily. I was still pissed at the fūcking message I received, but I can deal with that after I fūck her into submission. I walked towards a couch by the ceiling length windows before taking a seat. I looked up at her as she bit down on her bottom lip while her eyes roamed my body hungrily. I looked at my knee and that was all she needed in order to know that it was a command. She walked slowly towards me, making my cōck inflate in my trousers. She had the body of a goddess, and she knew it. She climbed onto the couch just as I reached for her neck, wrapping my thick calloused hands around her silky skin. “Padrino.” She whispered through parted lips. “Safe word?” I growled, tightening my grip around her neck, feeling the soft movement of her swallowing. “Angel.” She panted out, making my eyes darken with need to fūck her into the mattress. “A
His Forbidden Goddaughter 24 | Power Trips
*Isadora’s POV* He didn’t fūcking do that. No, he didn’t. I was heaving as I paced the bedroom in my fūcking birthday suit. I was thinking of a way to get back at him. He had to pay for leaving me like this. I was still throbbing in between my legs, even though he had been gone for at least thirty minutes. It was useless to even try to finish the job since he has been the only one to make me really cūm. “Cazzo!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air just as the door opened. “Qualcuno è di cattivo umore.” (Italian for “Someone is in a bad mood.”) Penelope snickered from behind me, making me turn to give her the death glare. “You would think you would be in a good mood after having gotten it on in a new house.” She laughed, wiggling her brows at me as her eyes roamed up and down my naked body. “That’s the fūcking point!” I hissed, walking toward her to get the luggage she had brought me before throwing it on the bed. “Well, fūck.” She muttered, making me roll my eyes. “What
His Forbidden Goddaughter 25 | Pink Casket Flowers
*Alberto’s POV* “Francisco.” I hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled me towards the poker table. “Alberto, it’s only for a few minutes.” He replied, shaking his head. “Sono venuto solo per parlare. Lo sai, cazzo.” (Italian for “I just came to talk. You fūcking know that.”) I said, stopping in my tracks. “Scared of losing, Morello?” Santoro asked, blowing out the smoke in his mouth, making my jaw tick. “I promise we will talk in a few minutes, but we haven’t been out together in a while. Do this for me.” Francisco stated, clapping my back before calling the waiters over. Before I could reply, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I immediately fetched it, walking off to read the message. Unknown: What a nice family reunion. Enjoy it while it lasts. This mother fūcker is really starting to piss me off. I locked my phone, slipping it back in my pocket before turning to Francisco. “Ecco il tuo whisky, Fratello.” (Italian for “Here’s your whiskey, Brother.”) He said, handing me
His Forbidden Goddaughter 26 | Coated Exit Strategies
*Alberto’s POV* “Join us, Mattias.” Santoro told his son, patting the seat next to him. It took everything in me not to pull my gun from my back and place a bullet in each of their heads. Especially when that asšhole pulled my angel with him to the table. “Solo un gioco, padre.” (Italian for “Only one game, father.”) He said, taking the seat his father motioned before his eyes found mine. “I promised my girl we’d spend the night together.” I swear on everything, I was fūcking seconds from creating chaos, but Isa cleared her throat before speaking. “You know that’s not—” She was saying, but the fūcker pulled her on his lap and placed his disgusting lips on hers, making her shift away uncomfortably. Even though I was mentally planning every second of this asšhole’s tortūre, I felt Francisco stiffen at my side. It was obvious that he didn’t like this shīt any more than me, making me even more confused about the fūcking agreement to marry her off. “Now, now, Mattias. You know
His Forbidden Goddaughter 27 | Death Wish
*Isadora’s POV* I stopped at the end of the hallway before taking a deep breath. My legs still felt shaky from Padrino’s hard fūck, not that I was complaining. But I definitely wanted to get this shīt over with so I could get home and receive my punishment. My body shivered in excitement just thinking about it. As soon as my eyes scanned the casino, Penelope’s eyes grew wide before she jogged to my side. “I thought he would kill you for sure.” She whispered as soon as she reached me, making me roll my eyes. “No, but his dīck sure broke the shīt out of my pūssy.” I replied, biting my bottom lip at the memory. “Dio, I didn’t need to know that.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Preparati. Ce ne stiamo andando.” (Italian for “Get ready. We are leaving.”) I told her as I continued walking towards the poker table that I had been at earlier, ready to get the hell out of here. “Così presto?” (Italian for “So soon?”) She pouted, looking over to Edgardo with a frown. “You will get
His Forbidden Goddaughter 28 | Unfinished Sentences
*Penelope’s POV* After Isa and her godfather left, Edgardo grabbed me by the waist and took me to the car. He looked tense as hell, but I wasn’t quite sure why. I thought he would say something as soon as he got into the SUV that he was driving, but he didn’t even look my way. He only gripped the steering wheel tightly, like he wanted to murder it. I kept glancing between him and the buildings we were flying past. Oh, I forgot to mention that he drives like cops were chasing us down the roads of Italy. I turned my face to look at him again when I got the impression that he would turn, making my eyes grow wide as I flipped my head towards the window again. ‘Dio mio, that couldn’t be more obvious. How fūcking embarrassing.’ I thought to myself. I know I have been flirting with him for a few days now, but now in the car, it was somewhat different. I felt embarrassed to even be caught staring. “Che cos’è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) He asked in his deep voice that made any gir
His Forbidden Goddaughter 29 | Whip Lashings
*Penelope’s POV* “Get back in the fūcking car.” Edgardo ordered through clenched teeth, making me close my eyes to control my raging heart. I was not expecting him to scare the shīt out of me. After placing my hand over my chest and calming down a bit, I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Give me my phone back.” I told him, making him chuckle darkly. I pursed my lips, considering what was my best option. Running was out of the question because of my hurt ankle and the fact that I was wearing heels. My asš was already slow without these hookēr heels. Testing his patience again was another option, but the way he was laughing wasn’t the ‘oh you’re funny’ laugh. I’m pretty sure it’s the laugh of the predator getting ready to feast on his prey. But I’m not one to back down. I never did with all those rich snobs, making fun of me, and I won’t now. “I said—” He declared, taking a deep breath before leaning his face inches from mine. “Get. In. The. Fūcking. Car. Penelope.” Clearly my
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