Novels by Itohan

Amira's eyes scanned the serene yet lovely street as she noticed the abrupt silence surrounding her. However, its beauty compelled her to keep walking as quickly as she could to a place she did not know."Amira, you don't know anywhere around here; I think it is time we go back."Her inner voice told her, and she took a deep breath before turning around and walking back to where she had begun her journey. But what bothered her was why a street could be so silent, even though there were other houses nearby. Nothing could be heard, no vehicle, no murmurs of people, just her in that lonely street."What have I done?" Reality struck her as she realized she had forgotten the path she had taken while walking away from Martini's Mansion.She then walked and discovered three streets, her heart pounding so hard.She stood there for a while, not knowing where she had come from or where she was going. She wanted to see if she could increase her chances of escaping if necessary, but it now appear

Andrea walked into his usual bar, his lips pursed in rage and his expression dangerously frightening. His bodyguards, Rex and Jay, followed him, dressed casually, keeping an eye out for any potential trespassers.Feliz spotted him and his face lit up with joy. He dropped his female strippers and ran towards him, but his smile faded as soon as he saw his face. He knew that Andrea wouldn't like it if he was too bothered, or he would push his button and kill him.However, something else surprised him: his appearance and the ring on his finger. To satiate his need, he demanded them in the comfort of his own home, even though he knew Andrea didn't just walk into his bar."Mr. Martini," he smiled, showing his upper teeth. "What honor do I have with your presence?"Andrea looked at him unimpressed, his hands tightened into a fist, and he walked into the bar, ignoring the eyes on him and the majority of the ladies staring at him."Should I set up a VIP room?" Feliz inquired, but Andrea respon

"I am surprised you are in my grandparents' home, Mr Bellini; is there something you came to do?" Andrea finally broke the awkward silence, ignoring his grandfather's warning glare, knowing what he could do."Of course, I wouldn't be here for no reason." He laughed and switched to Italian while clearing his throat. His expression turned cold, his gaze first on Andrea and then on Lily, who was busy playing with her fingers to relieve the tension she was feeling."I made an agreement with your father and grandfather, and it has been a while. I am guessing you already knew about it," he said, his voice rough and thick with an Italian accent."Well, Andrea, you understand why Mr. Bellini is here. He came to find out about you and Lily's marriage proposal." Old Mr Martini took over, his eyes glaring at Andrea before softening as he looked at Lily."I signed an agreement with him when your father was still the CEO of Martini Luxe. We went bankrupt at the time, and Mr. Bellini was extremely

Andrea put on his clothes with a smug grin, a faint smile spreading across his face. He had no idea that this moment would arrive so quickly, but the fact that she had to do it in exchange for what she wanted ruined the whole experience. To tell the truth, though, would he let her leave?"I'll bet she tries." He scoffed, his hand on the doorknob, his presence breaking the silence of the room.A devious smirk crept across his face, knowing what he would do. He had agreed, but not for long. He wondered if she was planning to leave while they were in Italy, or if she would leave when they returned to the United States.But one thing he wanted to do was let her try and see how far she could go, or how far she could separate herself from him without feeling anything else.He then opened the door and walked down the hallway, adjusting his outfit, his hair was a little messy, he had other things on his mind at the time, he wondered how long he would stay in Italy, and how long he could go wi

"Why do you need a tattoo?" Andrea asked quietly, trailing kisses down her abdomen and squeezing her perky nipples again. Amira wondered if this was the best time to discuss her past scars. Did she have a valid reason for tattooing her scars instead?Growing up as a child into a young woman, her mother had raised her in such a way that she despised scars on her body, as small as a scratch, and saw them as dirty, as flaws, but most people preferred to keep her scars as a reminder for them, or as something to be proud of."You never told me who was really behind this cupcake; you mentioned your family, but never said who specifically ruined your beautiful skin.” He whispered, pressing his hot breath against her skin and kissing every visible scar on her body.With each kiss that Andrea gave her, Amira's stomach twisted, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she felt a tingle rise on her skin.Then he returned his finger to her clit, rubbing, pinching, and caressing it, watching her trembl

"Yes, one fuck won't hurt; do this and then let me go," Amira whispered, looking into his eyes. She was still scared, but her courage grew gradually. Andrea scoffed, revealing her fear despite her best efforts to conceal it."Are you certain about this? If you know you are fucking scared, don't force yourself to do something you would curse at me about." He taunted, his lips curled into a crook smile."Yes, you offered to let me go after this, and I accept." Amira mumbled with her eyes half closed."Silly girl," he said quietly, walking towards the door and closing it with a click. With a hand on her chest, Amira felt a lump in her throat and tried to calm herself by telling herself she was fine."I will ask for the last time, Amira," Andrea's voice grew deeper as he approached her slowly, giving her predator vibes, and the smell of his cologne filled her nose, "do you agree on this?""I agree, Andrea, as long as you let me go." She blinked, tempted to back away as he approached. With