(Anastasia's Point Of View)
His hands were in my hair, and his relentless lips were on my lips, making me gasp as he inserted his tongue into my mouth.
"Enzo..." As his lips traveled over my neck, sending delicate kisses along his route, his name spilled from my lips in pleasure.
He kissed, licked, and nibbled my delicate skin, leaving a trace of his mouth on my body as if claiming it as his.
"Stop me," he pleaded, warning me of what I was getting myself into.
At his desire-filled tone, a weird emotion swept through me like lightning. Instead of frightening me, the moisture on my panties grew. "Please, Touch me!" Without hesitation, the words spilled from my mouth.
His tongue drew out and licked my neck once more, as my hands clumsily rushed into his silky hair and swiftly wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting him as near as possible. When I felt his hardness brush against my heat, I exclaimed.
"Enzo," Every rational thought in me vanished in an instant as I arched my hips off the as he dropped down to my chest, licking my tits through the weave of my shirt.
My hand stayed in his hair, clutching it fiercely as he raised my shirt from both sides, revealing my skin, and tossed it on the floor, followed by my bra.
I covered my chest with my hands, suddenly feeling bashful. What if he wasn't pleased with what he saw?
He yanked my hands away from my chest. "Fuck, you're gorgeous...," He spoke in sultry tones, causing all of my blood to stream southward. "I can't wait to wreck all that grandeur,"
My panties were drenched as he gazed up at me, his blue eyes suddenly darkening as they locked on me in a villainous and tantalizing gaze.
Without maintaining eye contact, his tongue slid down on my right nipple, pulling the aroused bud into his mouth. His free hands caressed and gripped my other tits as they traveled up my body.
He rolled his thumb over the tip while simultaneously sliding my other nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. I snarled at the feeling, my back arching slightly off the bed as I let my eyes flutter close, finally breaking our stare-down. With each naughty lick, a surge of ecstasy washed over me.
His hand traveled down my waist, just above my stomach, to tickle the flesh. He let go of my breast, his lips returning to capture mine in a kiss.
"More...," I yelled, clutching the duvet firmly, my head aloft in the cloud.
"What did you say, doll?"
"Please, touch me!" I pleaded, not noticing when he threw away my maid's skirt.
He lay down on top of me, making me feel chilly at the loss of his hands on my body, but I breathed a sigh of relief as I found his head between my thighs, his hands trailing down my body, down my thighs, spreading them wide for his satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Kitten, I'll make you feel amazing," he murmured as he wrapped his fingers over the top of my panties.
He teased the elastic over it, just as his index fingers on either side of me stroked the thin cloth that separated us. He kept tracing my flesh with his fingertips while I whimpered in protest.
Why had I become a slut?
I let out a gasp as he kissed over the underwear, carefully slipping them off my body. He hurriedly slid them down my ass, forcing me to raise my hips for him as the soft material trailed down my legs, leaving me entirely exposed and stark in front of his eyes as he opened my legs apart.
His eyes discovered what he was looking for, and his breath on my heat sent tingles through my entire body as his fingers slowly contacted my flesh, following along my slit. He slid his fingers across my folds, tracing my arousal.
"Enzo...," I said impatiently as his tongue suddenly probed me against my folds, his tongue exploring every sensitive area of me.
As he pulled my legs further deeper, I groaned in pleasure. I strained under him as I felt his tongue on my clit, and he pressed back my legs forcefully to keep me in place.
He sucked at my clit, flicking it in quick strokes, touching me in ways no one had, tainting my soul. He pushed another finger inside of me after I let out a groan, looking to see whether I was feeling comfortable.
His fingers drove into and out of me, gently stretching me out while his tongue continued to work its magic, allowing liquid heat to flow into my core. My nerve bundle throbbed beneath his moist, hot tongue, and my pussy squeezed around his digits, coating them with my wetness.
"Oh my gosh!" As his fingers twisted within me and performed a come hither motion deep within me, tickling my g-spot, the uneven spongy surface inside me until all I could see was darkness, I mewled. My hips surged into him, arching off the bed, but his free hand pressed down on my pelvis, squeezing me back into place. He maintained his arms between my legs, keeping them apart as I began to shake, the buildup inside me eventually paving the way for a mind-blowing orgasm, the first orgasm I'd ever had.
I flushed under him, my cheeks becoming bright red as he drank all of my fluids and licked me clean. His fingers slipped out of my entrance, making me miss their presence even more.
"Enzo...." My eyes opened in satisfaction to see him taste me on his fingers as he licked them clean, not letting a drop of my release go to waste.
"You taste so sweet, Doll," His hand came in front of my mouth to give me a taste of my sweetness and my mouth automatically wrapped around his fingers, making him groan.
I felt completely ecstatic and in bliss but I needed him inside of me.
I sit up, reaching out for his belt, and unbuckled it. I watched him smirk. "Getting bold now, are we doll?" He grabbed my chin, locking our gaze. "No need to be impatient Doll, we have the whole night to ourselves. I plan to make you scream all night,"
I gulped with a cloudy head at the promise. At this point, it was like I was the one drugged as I stared at him like a dog in heat. I ached to feel him inside of me.
"Fuck me,"
To be continued...!
(Anastasia's Point of View)Every joint in my body ached. From my neck which I believed was covered with hickeys and love bites to between my legs, everywhere throbbed ghastly.I gracelessly held the sheets to cover my chest, my gaze flickering at the bathroom door where Enzo dematerialized a minute ago. Should I still be here? Sluggishly, I set my feet off the bed to the floor, I held back a blub. I clumsily picked up my shirt, putting it on over my head, and bent to pick up my skirt, just in time as the bathroom door opened and Enzo strode out with nothing on but a pair of sweatpants on his hips, leaving the rest for the eyes to banquet on. I picked up my skirt and stood upright, peeking at the floor that abruptly came across more absorbingRule Number 2: Don't look the bosses in the eyes.I heard him get closer till his bare feet were in my line of sight and before I knew it, my cheeks were being roughly clasped and my head was forced up. I locked my gaze with his fierce blue orbs
(Anastasia's Point of View) I shut my eyes, trying to extricate the vulgar controversy I just strode in on. Damnit Anastasia! I camped outside the youngest Mezzesalma's room door and unfortunately for me, I had ambled in on him dicking some girl on his mattress, bent on all fours. Standing outside the door, I could still heed the lady's vociferous exclamations of pleasure as she implored him to fuck her harder and the slapping of flesh together. I shook my head and clapped my cheeks. Why the heck didn't I wait for an invitation before I strode into the room and tread in on that and why the fuck was I still here? I was pretty sure they wouldn't criticize me for not keeping the room clean. It wasn't my diligence if the room was being exploited by its owner. I nodded to myself, finally concluding. I picked up my cleaning equipment but just in time as the door unbarred to uncover Giovanni Mezzesalma, the youngest of the family. His outlines were sharp and he was muscular, I loo
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(Anastasia's Point of View)There had to be something wrong with me because, once again, I was violating rule number 3 as I knelt beside Enzo on the bed, assisting him in removing his blood-soaked sleeve shirt.I frowned as I saw his wounded arm. I reached out to touch it, but he seized my wrist instead, and our gazes locked.His blue eyes were corrosive, staring at where I crouched. I gasped and withdrew my hand slowly.My gaze was drawn to a basin of spotless warm water and a towel that I had brought in earlier. I saturated the towel and squeezed the water out of it before looking up at him.I stood there waiting for him to respond, order me away, and punish me for breaking rule number three.Wasn't I really pushing my luck?I started cleaning his laceration and put alcohol on it after he didn't say anything. I was expecting a pained response or some other indication that he was hurt, but instead, he drew a pistol from the back of his trousers and loaded it with bullets with no expr
[Anastasia’s point of view] Seriously, I had no idea why fate was vindictive to me, shoving me toward the places I was warned to stay away from. I sighed as I came to a stop at the mansion’s practice room door, I had never been here before but I didn’t need to be a prodigy to figure out what they were doing inside that room, the flamboyant sound of gunshots was too clear to miss. The guards standing outside the door glowered at me bizarrely, inspecting me from head to toe while I tried not to shiver and drop the glass of water that lay on the tray in my hands. Once he was contented with whatever he was probing for, he opened the door and let me in and instantly, I was almost deafened by the gaudy sound. Enzo was standing quite far from the target and each bullet that decamped the gun hit the target perfectly. I stared at the way he grasped the gun, those black veins that married his wrist and blended with his tattoos. He was wearing a pair of black pants that fit so perfectly arou
[Anastasia’s point of view] My eyes snapped open at the gentle taps on my cheeks to find the smirking face of Giovanni. I gasped out a breath and I bolted to a sitting position. “Our princess is awake,” Giovanni stood up, while I panted, placing my hand over my chest to calm my heavy breaths. Once it was unruffled enough, I looked around the room, finding Enzo in the same position, gripping his gun tightly while his eyes and expression displayed nothing. How could he look so nonchalant when he nearly killed me?! Giovanni grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet. Like jelly, my legs gave out but Giovanni held me to his chest. He chuckled. “Easy there princess, you did pretty good there but believe me, you had nothing to fear when it comes to Enzo, he isn’t named the best for nothing,” Enzo rolled his eyes, placed the gun on the table, and walked out of the room. I felt my heart clench at the reaction, he didn’t care, did he? With a heavy heart, I tore myself from Giovanni, sta
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(Anastasia’s Point of View) I was beginning to think everything and everyone was pushing me to Enzo and I didn’t know if I was ready to accept that fact as I stood in front of his door with a tray of food since he didn’t join the rest of the family for dinner and wished to eat in his bedroom and here I was being his servant. Why couldn’t they just send someone else, why did it have to be me? Wasn’t there a rule about staying around from the man? I can survive this. I told myself before knocking on the door and it opened to reveal the man of my dream… literally. my breath hitched as I met his eyes to find them dancing with something I couldn’t describe. I lowered my head. “I was sent to bring your dinner, Sir,” With my head lowered, I could feel his eyes suddenly roaming over me before he opened the door widely and let me into his bedroom without saying a word. Moving over to the little table, I suddenly felt uneasy but in a good way, as I could feel Enzo’s eyes trailing my eve