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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅His BMW S 1000 RR was a beast, zooming through traffic like it owned the road. It was like one of the fastest bikes in the world. The way he handled it made me wonder just how many times he'd pulled these maneuvers before.I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I threw my arms in the air, the wind weaving through my fingers like a playful dance partner. Laughter spilled out of me, carried away by the rushing air. "Easy there," he said, "Wouldn't want you slipping away now, would we?" he momentarily released one hand from the bike's handlebar, reaching around to secure me and prevent any chance of me falling off.The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, and in that suspended moment, I felt a sense of freedom that whispered... This is what living is all about. Suddenly, my laugh was interrupted by the unwelcome sound of sirens. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of flashing red and blue lights approaching us."Shit..." I whispered, wrapping my a
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Straddling him on a bench in a secluded garden, things took a turn I hadn't quite expected. Instead of the simple night out I had in mind, there we were, kissing like it was the most natural thing in the world. It wasn't part of the plan, but somehow, it felt right – it just came effortlessly like the air I breathe and the beat of my heart.I lied, you know... This was the best kiss of my whole life, no one had kissed me. This kiss, it wasn't like the usual build-up, not just part of some foreplay, he was kissing for the sake of kissing me. I relished every moment – his lips, his scent, the taste of him, and the way his touch lingered on my body. It felt like the first time I truly experienced a kiss, something beyond merely setting a mood. It was perfect, genuine, and more than I ever expected, it wasn't about leading to something else; it was the main event. He pulled me in closer with his big hand on my back, the light stubble on his face brushing against my sk
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I waited in the car, my impatience simmering as she took an eternity. Whatever she was up to, I couldn't imagine, but when she finally emerged, a scowl etched across her face, it was clear she had a knack for testing my patience.She swung open the car door and gracefully slipped into the passenger seat, her familiar scent enveloping the confined space.I maintained a stoic expression as I maneuvered the car out of our heavily secured residence. The security team efficiently unlocked each gate, and once we smoothly passed through the third one, hidden from the watchful eyes of my men, I seized her chin. In an instant, I leaned in for a kiss, craving her from the moment I had seen her in this dress but she blocked it with a hand firmly placed between our lips. What the fuck? I abruptly pulled back, my focus divided between the road and her. She swiped my hand away from her chin, crossing her arms defensively over her chest and shifting towards the car door, creat
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"When I'm pissed off, I fuck hard," his voice came out deep, husky, and almost as if it took everything in him to utter these words. I felt his fingers digging into my hipbone as he held me closer. I blinked up at him, wondering, what did Vincenzo Capone even see in me when he was surrounded by all these women? When he had an ex like Sarah Cromwell. Why me? His secretary Georgina was a beautiful, smart, and probably an upstanding woman—why did he never get attracted to her? Why me? I quivered as he squeezed me forcefully, his grip leaving searing imprints on my skin. My fingers desperately clung to his flexed forearms, as he tried to shove his hands under my dress. I wasn't afraid of his bruteness, I have had enough bruteness in my life that I had grown a very hard skin. It takes a lot to simply unnerve me but somehow he manages to do that simply just by being around me. "I'm fine with that..." I nodded slightly and managed to whisper. He made a deep sound tha
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Do orders sound like white noise to you, or is it just a selective hearing issue?" was the first thing he said to me when he entered the room. I stood by the window, staring out since I returned to the room. When I heard his voice, I turned, and let out a breath, "Well, you know, orders and I have this complicated relationship," I retorted. His eyes narrowed, there wasn't a trace of amusement on his face, he was pissed, "Complicated, huh? Maybe I need to simplify it for you."I just couldn't help but be bitchy, even when I knew I messed up. It was like my default setting or something. It's not like I planned to be all rebellious, but there was this itch to stand my ground, even when I was in the wrong."I don't need simplification. I simply reserve my obedience for those who earn it." "Is that so?" he inquired, a subtle challenge in his tone.He stalked towards me, eyes practically shooting daggers. The air around him felt charged, like an impending storm ready
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Vincenzo Capone - Fifteen years old. The air weighed on me as mourners came together at our estate, a testament to the fortune amassed by generations of Capones. Dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit, I stood stoically, alongside my father Salvatore Capone, I presented a façade of strength despite the grief that lingered beneath.We're Made Men. We don't show our emotions. We bury them. It's a code we live by. It's not about being heartless; it's survival in a world where showing weakness can be more dangerous than any adversary we might face.Within the mansion, decorated with black drapery, mourners navigated through halls to the grand room where the funeral service unfolded. Every corner showed off detailed floral arrangements, a display of wealth juxtaposed against the somber occasion. Lilies and roses perfumed the air, mingling with the heavy fragrance of incense.A polished dark wood casket, a classy piece, rested in the center of the room. Ne
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I paced angrily in my room, seething with frustration. He was hugging her, intimately, within the confines of his study. The audacity of their closeness on our supposed first day as a couple fueled the flames of annoyance within me.I could still feel a light sting between my thighs. My clit was swollen from being hit five times and it was worse than getting kicked in the balls. A gentle yet firm knock echoed through the room, prompting me to turn towards the door and freeze. There he was—I could sense it without a doubt. It had to be Vincenzo. "Claire..." his voice reached me from outside the door.In response, I stomped over to the bed, frustration bubbling within me, and sat down. Pulling my legs to my chest, I remained silent as his plea continued."Claire, open the door." Despite his words, I chose not to respond. Instead, I sat on the bed, fixating my gaze on the sheets, unwilling to let him see the conflict and emotions swirling within me. I wasn't jealo
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"It was not what it looked like," I stammered as Vincenzo, accompanied by Adriano and Silvio, left for work.Throughout this entire time, there had been this unspoken tension and nagging questions hanging over my head. I struggled with the peculiar glances Alessia and Allegra sent pointed glances my way every time Vincenzo so much as took a breath at the breakfast table. It felt like his every inhale and exhale somehow had everything to do with me. Alessia crossed her arms over her chest, her expression carrying a mix of curiosity and concern, "It looked like you and Vincenzo had something going on... romantically."I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "Fine, then it was exactly what it looked like."Alessia let out a laugh, a mixture of amusement and realization. "I knew it. I had a feeling when we flew back from the island that something was going on with Vincenzo and his unusual concern for you. I know him well enough to understand that he won't just get up and fix