“Oh no, Baby Doll, your pussy is mine right now. Every time you cross that door, that pussy has a first, middle, and last name. Master Armando's Pussy, you hear me?” he asked, and before she could even catch his intentions, Armando glided two fingers inside her and used his thumb on her swollen clit. That did it.The unexpected touch made her buck and thrash on the chair, her pussy gripping his fingers so tight, he thought he would never get them back. Her wetness gushed down his hand as she finally got her release.“Yes, give me the nut. Don’t you ever deny me like that again? Your orgasms are mine, Baby Doll. Look at you, soaking my hand and my chair, you nasty little doll.” he rubbed her clit once more, and she gasped and cried out in pleasure.Her voice rang clear in the room, and the whole thing was too damn much. He came as well, no stimulation, his nut busting out of him and ruining his sweatpants.“Look at this mess you made,” Armando complained as he gently pulled his hand o
Armando stood still for a long moment, watching Leonor's back as she ran away. Her steps echoed in the hallway, each one stabbing at his heart. He felt something big and painful grow in his throat, making it hard to swallow. It was like nothing he had felt before, worse than any wound from a fight. The look in Leonor's eyes – the hurt, the let-down – it was like she shot him without using a gun.He wanted to run after her, to say something, anything. But his feet wouldn't move. He asked himself why she was so upset. Didn't she know this was who he was? He was a rough man, not the kind to whisper sweet things and make promises. Was she upset that he had sex with one of his women? She has watched him fuck a hell lot of them before. She saw him kill! This is who he is. And she knew it, she knew everything about him. So why did her sad eyes make him feel like he was losing something important? Like he did something incredibly bad and unforgivable.He knew Leonor would leave his mansion th
Elpidio stepped out of the taxi, his heart pounding in his chest like a monkey drummer toy was playing resounding in his head. The tall, dark manor of Gaston Dante loomed in front of him, looking more like a castle of nightmares than a house. He walked up to the grand entrance, his steps slow, trying to gather his courage. He had been here multiple times already but the more he visited the more terrified he was of the place and its owner.At the door, two large men blocked his way. They looked him up and down, their eyes sharp and questioning. Elpidio held his gaze steady, trying not to show his fear. After a tense moment which involved the men scrutinizing him, one of the men seemed to recognize him and nodded slightly. The men stepped aside, letting him pass.He walked past them and went into the house. It was dimly lit, with weird exaggerated shadows dancing on the walls. Elpidio walked through a series of hallways, the silence around him only broken by the sound of his own footst
Leonor spent the rest of the day imagining all sorts of things. She didn't leave her room because she knew she'd just go running back to Armando's study to find out if he was truly bedding with another woman. She convinced herself over and over again, repeatedly like a chant that it didn't matter, it's Armando and this is how he is. He makes her heart flutter and breath hitch and then he turns around and beds with his numerous women. Sighs.Leonor looked at the side of her bed to find the books she had indulged herself in to pass the time. She had really read through a lot. She picks out the lower book to start reading it all over again. It was a church book about all righteousness and its contrast to the unholy dark world she got embedded in with Armando. She thought of what life would have been like for her if her brother had never double-crossed Armando in the first place. The thought should be a good thing to her, but it was bad. She thought of the people she got acquainted with
Armando wondered who could have barged into his mansion; his room and touched Leonor. He could sense her uneasiness from miles away but he was not willing to come home yet. He had to find out which one of his foolish suicidal rivals did this to her, they dared to touch his woman. Oh, it's hell on them.The fool seemed to have already zoomed off in a black car. Armando immediately took a zoomed-in picture of the car before entering his own car and speeding up after the damned fool. He sent the pic of the car to Max and didn't need to do anything else as Max would easily figure it out.As expected he finally got a camera footage and was able to watch the car live speeding through the streets. He followed after the car's trail knowing no matter how fast he drove Armando would most definitely catch him. He is concerned now and will most definitely face his doom pretty soon.They finally pulled over in the middle of a strange forest, Armando got out of his car to find that there were seve
Leonor tried calling him over and over again after he had sent that text but he didn't pick up; it seemed like he was ghosting her now. She angrily dropped her phone on the bed and sat there holding in all the anger, pain, and emotions that came back to her all at once.Leonor paced back and forth in her room, fuming with anger. She had to find a way to leave, but how? Armando was always so controlling; it was suffocating. She sat on her bed, trying to think of a plan.Downstairs, Armando was trying to shake off the unsettling feeling from the letter. He knew it was a warning, but from whom? It could be any of his rivals. Or it could be the one who had entered the mansion even with its tight security. He brought out his phone and took a picture of the letter, sending it to Max, Luca, and Lorenzo. He crumpled the letter in his hand afterward, feeling the anger rise within him. He had to stay focused. Whoever sent this message was trying to rattle him, and he couldn't afford to lose hi
"It does matter," Armando said firmly. "You need to get out more. It's not good for you to stay in here all the time."Leonor looked up, surprised. "You mean it?""Yes," Armando said. "We'll arrange for you to go out. But you'll have some of my men with you for protection." Leonor smiled for the first time in days. "Thank you."Armando nodded. "Now can you come down with me? I also haven't had dinner yet.""Hmmmm so it was all just to deceive me into eating." She scoffed. "Call it a bribe. You join me to have dinner and then you can go out and have fun tomorrow. With..... my black card."She gazed up at him feeling butterflies appear at the pit of her stomach at how much he was willing to do just to make her eat. She felt her face heat up as she nodded. "Good, let's go down now. He told her before leaving the room knowing she'd also come down soon. Maybe Gregg was right. Maybe Leonor did need a change of scenery.Armando made his way to the dining table and she joined him shortly aft
Leonor had no idea where it came from, but she found herself parting lips from him again.“Don't resist anymore” she whispered almost breathless and kissed him back. Armando rolled them comfortably onto the bed and they switched positions. She was now straddling him, her lips never parting his. He made that move deliberately knowing that if he were to keep being above her then he would most definitely go all the way without caring. But with her in charge, he might be able to snap out better.At least that's what he hoped, but his hopes ran out the door when she suddenly pressed down on him with her feminine area, feeling his hard manhood "Leonor, please stop me, or I won't restrain myself” his voice said in a pleading tone, and he latched his mouth on her neck, licking and sucking on her tender skin like a starved animal.“Armando” she called feeling drenched in pure ecstasy. What does he mean by stopping him? How could she stop him when he made her feel this good? This alien feeling