However, I had grown tired of the burden of living up to my father's expectations. His reluctance to grant me more control stemmed from the pressure we were under from the FBI and the ongoing Movino situation. Taking care of both issues simultaneously seemed like the perfect solution. Axel Movino's fate was sealed, and I knew exactly who could assist me in achieving that goal—the Sons of Darkness. It was time for me to call in a favor or two. Engrossed in the monotony of paperwork, a necessary evil to maintain the facade of my legitimate operations, my concentration wavered. I rubbed my eyes and stood up, stretching my muscles before turning towards the window. I suspected that Movino had dispatched his men to search for her, scouring the streets. If that were the case, my soldiers would have at least caught wind of the fact that the bastard was after someone. The early morning sunlight cast reflections behind me, creating a shimmer that illuminated Emily's copper-colored hair and h

I delivered a forceful blow to Emily's backside, the impact resonating through the room. The suddenness of the strike caught her off guard, and she let out a sharp gasp, her body jolting forward in surprise. The sound echoed in the tense silence, emphasizing the weight of the disciplinary action. Leaning in closer, I fixed my gaze on her, my eyes filled with a mix of determination and authority. The tone of my voice dripped with sternness as I addressed her directly, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation or leniency. This was a moment for her to learn a vital lesson. "I'm not playing around here, Emily. It's time for you to learn a lesson. Let's try that again. Do you understand?" I demanded. "Yes," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of resignation and discomfort. Her response came in a resigned and uncomfortable tone, reflecting the realization that she had no choice but to comply with my demand. The weight of the situation settled upon her, and her voice car

Then there was the Reigo family. The media had sensationalized the murder, dubbing it one of the most heinous crimes of the year. The death of a prominent man's son had dominated the front pages, with television stations camping outside the crime scene as the police conducted their investigation. The whole spectacle sickened me, especially when a relentless reporter attempted to interview Senator Spalding. Disgusted, I turned off the television. My gaze fixated on the nondescript white box resting atop the dresser, its contents shrouded in intrigue. I knew better than to expect lingerie or diamonds concealed within. For nearly an hour, I had avoided opening it, my nerves frazzled. How had I fallen so far and so quickly, relying on a man like Rafael to pick up the shattered pieces of my life? Summoning my courage, I finally succumbed to curiosity and lifted the lid, revealing delicate pink tissue paper. A stifled moan escaped my lips as I beheld the three anal plugs nestled within, e

"When I met Lucas, he provided me with some information about certain attorneys who turned a blind eye, allowing minor criminals to escape punishment. I wasn't interested in hearing about small-time offenders getting away with their actions, and Lucas knew that. I was upfront with him, expressing my need for more substantial leads, especially since he had enticed me with the promise of bigger players. He mentioned a few other names, but my investigations yielded no evidence, and my boss wasn't willing to pursue the matter. I pushed Lucas harder, and over time, he started sharing stories of behind-the-scenes activities involving local politicians, law enforcement officers, and even corporate moguls suspected of collaborating with organized crime." "Let me guess. Initially, you believed it involved my family." "You can't honestly deny that you haven't used your influence to sway certain individuals, granting yourself free reign in this town. I can only imagine the powerful men and wome

"Yes, sir," I whispered, my voice filled with a desperate longing. In that moment, I would have given him anything he desired, just to achieve the release I craved. I struggled to keep my legs open as he pressed the tip of his thumb against the plug, a sensation that both thrilled and tested my limits. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed the toy inside me, his fingers working me with an intensity that bordered on savage. The rawness in his growls revealed the primal nature that lay beneath his refined exterior. And I reveled in it. I fought back a whimper, my head tossing from side to side as I desperately tried to hold back the impending climax. The plea for release echoed silently in my mind, begging for mercy. But his commanding voice shattered my resistance, demanding my obedience. "Hold it, Emily. Do not defy me." I gave it my all, but the intense pleasure proved too overwhelming. After a few more seconds of blissful torment, I knew there was no turning back. The orgasm