Hey, everyone! 💖 Exciting news in today's update! Vincenzo just stepped down – what twists do you think are coming next? Share your thoughts in the comments! Can't wait to hear from you all! XOXO! 💕
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I felt something hot sliding between my legs, and I shifted. I was in deep sleep and even opening one eyelid felt like a whole workout. And then fingers slid between my folds and I gasped, snapping my eyes open to see Vincenzo's face hovering just above mine. That gasp turned into a smile. A hint of a mischievous and sexy lop-sided smile appeared on his face. His fingers moved up and down my slit, and I could already feel myself getting wetter by the second. I reached for him, but he pushed my hands away and pressed his thumb harder against my clit making me moan. "Stay right where you are... I want to see you when I pleasure you, all of you," he growled, his words dripping with intensity, like a coach berating a player for a crucial mistake. My only response was a fervent bite to my lip, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation.His finger played this wicked game, teasing like it was all a joke, but damn, it set everything on fire inside me. The room felt smal
Adriano⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I stared at my brother's ring, the ring that had been his since the day he was born. It had almost been a day since he left but I held onto his ring for him. I had no intention to wear it, not when Vincenzo is living and breathing, or if he is left without an heir. These are the only circumstances I'd accept this ring. The sound of Aunt Alessia's voice echoed through the room, a fervent protest against what had happened. Her argument with Dad reverberated, a clash of emotions and perspectives that showed no signs of simmering down."I don't care, Salvatore! I want him back! I will not have him leave just like that!" Her words, sharp and resolute, sliced through the tense air as she paced back and forth before Dad. "I'm trying!" "Well, then do better!" she yelled, her frustration pouring out. "I want Vincenzo and his happiness, Salvatore. I want him here, and I want him to be happy. If you do anything to hurt Claire, I won't forgive you. I've made my peace with
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Seated on the couch, I watched Vincenzo pace back and forth, his voice escalating as he argued with his brother over the phone. This had been going on after the shooting – constant calls urging him to come back home and take his position back. It had almost been almost two hours and by now everyone in the Cosa Nostra knew about the shooting. Anxiety coursed through me as I considered the possibilities. If it were Scott on his way, there might be a chance to reason with him, to prevent further escalation. However, the mere thought of Lorenzo or Alessandro coming overfilled me with a deeper, primal fear. The delicate truce that held our world together seemed poised to shatter, and the consequences could be catastrophic."This conversation ends right here if you can't accept the woman I've chosen to spend my life with!" Vincenzo spat into the phone, his voice laced with frustration and defiance.My heart sank deep within my chest, the weight of guilt tightening its gr
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅My fingers traced through her hair at the back of her head. She always slept on her stomach, her arm snugly wrapped around the pillow, her bare shoulders gleaming, and her blond locks sprawled enticingly across the sheets. The morning light gently kissed her skin, casting a subtle glow on her form. I marveled at the delicate curve of her spine and the graceful lines of her limbs.Lowering my head, I pressed a gentle kiss onto her bare shoulder. She stirred, emitting a soft sound. Every aspect of her exuded softness – from the curves of her body to the strands of her hair beneath my touch, the mellowness of her voice, and the tenderness of her caress. I buried my face in her hair and lost myself in her. Drowning in her softness. "Stop being so obsessed with me, I might get creeped out," she murmured into the pillow. I chuckled, my breath mingling with the soft strands of her hair, "Can't help it. Your softness had become my favorite escape." She turned to face m
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅His lips, oh, they were not just a favorite; they've become an obsession. Every inch of him ignited a blaze within me, but those lips, dangerously perfect and irresistibly soft, set my world ablaze. In the heat of the moment, they become the focal point of desire.I delicately trailed the edge of his lips with my tongue, his hands exploring my every curve. Sensing his cock growing beneath me, I subtly pressed my hips against his hardening desire, evoking a throaty groan that mingled into our kiss. We briefly parted, gasping for air, yet his lips swiftly found solace on my neck, leaving behind a scorching trail of fervent kisses.Lost in the moment, I felt a shiver run down my spine as his warm kisses on my neck intensified. The simple act of his lips against my skin spoke volumes, igniting a fire that seemed to erase everything else around us.My hands casually roamed over his crisp white shirt, taking my time to unbutton each one. There's something about the way h
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The moment we both stepped out of the private terminal of the airport, my eyes fell on all of the Outfit's men. A protective instinct washed over me instantly, and I tightened my hold on Claire's hand. If they all attacked at once, I don't know if I will be able to protect her on my own. Adrian stepped out of the car parked behind the men and a semblance of relief flickered in my chest. My brothers won't betray me, no matter what. Glancing down at Claire, I found her already looking up at me, a radiant smile gracing her face.Adriano approached us and we met him midway. He stretched out his hand to me but I refused to take it, not until I knew for sure what my father's intentions were. Adriano directed the same hand towards Claire and she happily obliged, shaking his hand, "You look incredibly stunning for someone with a price on her head." Claire's eyes widened, "Wh-what?" "The Cosa Nostra might be looking for you. The truce was about to break but I convinc
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Fingers trembling, I hastily gathered my hair into a tight knot. Frustration etched on my face, I sighed and released the captive strands, deciding to weave curls into them. Perhaps curling first and then attempting an updo would make me appear more presentable.Nearly forty-five minutes deep into curling, and I thought I had it nailed. But the moment I tried pulling off an updo, my hair turned into a rebellious mess, refusing to cooperate. Argh! Frustration level: through the roof.My eye makeup might have gone a tad overboard, a bit too strong, which is probably why I'm feeling a bit less than decent if that's even a thing.I snatched a makeup wipe, fingers fumbling in my rush to erase the painted layers from my face. As I glanced at the dresser, there it sat—a glass of juice, Vincenzo's thoughtful gesture. Anticipation mixed with anxiety, I reached for it. But in the clumsy dance of my nervous hands, disaster struck. The glass tipped, juice escaping in a rapid d
Adriano⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Let's just scrap the whole thing," Dante suggested as we entered Dad's study."Did you see his expression? It was like he won the lottery," Luca remarked, running a hand through his hair."They seem made for each other. He was laughing with her, and Vincenzo don't fucking laugh with just anyone," Raphael huffed in frustration.My jaw tightened. "I've been saying this all along. You weren't there, didn't witness how much Vincenzo cares for her, loves her even. Why would you think he'd be so hellbent on marrying her." Raphael leaned against the wall, "After digging into her past, I can't help but feel like a complete asshole for letting it spiral like this. Vincenzo's my brother, my blood. If he's genuinely happy with her, maybe it's not our place to interfere."Silvio glanced around at the group. "The real challenge is convincing Dad. He's not exactly known for changing his mind easily."I shrugged, "That's where we come in – all of us, together." Dad entered rig