Author’s POV Dolores trembled, the sounds of muffled moans pulling her from her sleep. Sitting up, she winced at the throbbing in her head and the ache that filled her entire body. Glancing around, she found herself in a spacious room, dozens of men and women in their twenties and thirties scattered on the floor. Her gaze settled on a woman in front of her, her face buried in the ground as a large, Black man stood behind her, thrusting aggressively. He held her hips and rammed his large member into her tight tunnel as she screamed out in pleasure. "Oh god, oh god, don't stop!" The woman's moans were so loud that Dolores thought it was all a stupid dream. The man kept going, his balls slapping against her delicate skin. Dolores quickly averted her eyes, but the explicit sounds continued, the man ignoring her presence as he continued his brutal assault. The other occupants of the room crouched against the walls, trembling in fear as they watched the man that was fucking one of
Rosita’s POVThe foul stench of alcohol assaulted my senses, and I felt my stomach spin in disgust. The strong odor had always made me sick, reminding me of the violent outbursts that had plagued my father during his darkest days as an alcoholic.Slowly, I opened my eyes, my vision gradually adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. Trailing the source of the smell, I froze as my gaze landed on a man lying beside me, his large, plump lips parted in sleep."Ahhhh!!!"Screaming in shock, I was silenced as the man's hand clamped over my mouth, his other arm snaking around my waist. I struggled to process what was happening until the memories of the previous night came rushing back.I had fled into this man's limousine, desperate to escape Deangelo's henchmen. When I told him I had nowhere to go, he had offered to help me. And then... I had passed out after eating his food.Breathing heavily, I stared into the man's golden eyes as he shushed me, his voice low and deep. "No need to panic;
Deangelo’s POVI leaned against the railing of my balcony, an ignited cigarette hanging from my lips as I glared out at the gates of my mansion. The sun's glare reflected off the windowpanes, but I paid no attention to it, taking a long, slow drag of the cigarette and holding it in for several moments before exhaling."I am such a pendejo." I cursed myself inwardly, wondering why I had let my guard down around the beauty during the driving lesson. Now, she was out there in the dangerous streets of Mexico, free to reunite with her bastard father.My eyes narrowed as the gates swung open, and my henchmen returned on their different motorcycles, parking them in the middle of the courtyard. They all faced the balcony as they removed their helmets one after the other. Silvia, in particular, tossed her red hair dramatically, shooting me a hot look."I'm sorry, boss," she said, loud enough for me to hear. "We couldn't find her. We searched every corner of the private road, the forest, the ma
Author’s POVDolores savored each bite of the delicious paella and tapas, relishing the flavors on her tongue. Despite being held captive by a ruthless mafia don, she couldn't help but enjoy the exquisite cuisine.But her moment of relief was shattered as the door to the room burst open with a resounding thud. Spinning around in her chair, she found herself face-to-face with two of the don's henchmen."Get up," one of them barked, grabbing her by the hand and yanking her from the chair. "This isn't your father's house, puta, and you are not here to eat free meals. You are here to work, and that’s what you are going to do."Dolores reluctantly followed, though she couldn't help but ask, "What kind of job does your boss want me to do? I know he is the don of whores, but I'm hoping he doesn’t want me to become one."The henchmen exchanged a glance, and one of them moved to block the door as the other seized Dolores' wrist, dragging her toward the bed. With a strong shove, he pushed her d
Rosita’s POVMy mouth hung open in shock as I examined the lively strip club. Half-naked women danced on poles, their ample asses on full display as they shook and rotated for the loud crowd of men below.One particular stripper was getting the most attention, the men surrounding her pole stuffing wads of cash into her panties and bras. One man even slapped her hard across the buttock, only to then shower her with more money. Another poured beer over her glistening skin, the men eagerly lapping up the frothy liquid as it splashed onto their faces.A smile graced the woman's lips as she enjoyed her moment in the limelight, the other women at the club watching her with envy. She was a beautiful blonde with long, silky hair, an angelic face, and a perfect, hourglass body. She looked like the girl next door, yet she was shaking her ass for a bunch of horny drunks."I love you!" shouted one of her admirers as he stuffed money into her panties."Me too!" screamed another as he threw more ca
Author’s POVVincenzo's eyes followed her gaze, narrowing as they landed on the henchman. His nostrils flared, and for a second, Dolores was afraid that he might lose control. But then, he simply nodded, his expression neutral once again."Leave us," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.The henchmen hurried out of the room, the sound of their footsteps echoing down the hallway.Vincenzo's eyes flicked to the blonde whore, who was still standing next to the chair. "You too, Lucia."She pouted, running a hand down his chest. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay, Daddy? I could make it worth your while."Vincenzo shook his head, brushing her hand off. "No, conduct yourself, I have a business to attend to."Sophia sighed but obediently left the room.The door closed behind her, and Vincenzo finally spoke. "So, little bird, I called you here because I want to recruit you as one of my VIP whores in my biggest hotel, but first I want you to strip. Now.""Excuse me?" she inqu
Author’s POV"It's the law," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "You will be officially working as a whore in my organization, so I will have to pay taxes on you."She felt a ripple of anger, but the feeling was quickly replaced by fear as she noticed the gun in his hand. "I don't care about taxes, I just want my friend back. I was told that she is dead, but that’s bullshit," she muttered."Sign the document," he demanded, his voice cold and threatening."What will you do if I don't?""I'll kill you," he said simply, his eyes boring into hers.She swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. She knew she didn't have a choice; she had to sign the contract and hope that Vincenzo would keep his word.Dolores picked up the pen and signed the document, her hand shaking like a leaf. As soon as the ink dried, he snatched it from her grasp, a triumphant smile on his lips."Thank you, little bird. I promise you won't regret it," he said, his eyes flashing with dark intent.She s
Deangelo’s POVI glared at Rosita, curled up on the couch, and barked, "Get up." But she simply shook her head, refusing to obey.I couldn't understand her audacity. Didn't she realize she should be trembling in fear, now that I had reclaimed her? Her rebelliousness only increased my anger."Get up, now!" I demanded again, my face tight with anger. "I am not going to ask you again, you sneaky little bitch." She looked away from me, her expression was one of anguish and a kind of pain I had never imagined until now. "Leave me alone." she finally muttered. Gritting my teeth, I walked toward her, grasping her delicate hand and yanking her to her feet. But as I pulled her up, I was taken aback by the way she staggered, as if unable to walk steadily.Instinctively, I drew her into my arms, my face inching closer to hers. She puckered her lips, eyes closed, clearly anticipating a kiss. But I grasped her chin, forcing her mouth open with a grunt.The strong scent of alcohol assault
Deangelo’s POVSix Hours Earlier…The taxi's horn blasted, yanking me out of my worried thoughts. I turned towards the sound, spotting the driver leaning out the window, his face painted with frustration."Hey, uomo, are you going or not? It’s very late. I’m tired of waiting. You are wasting my time, I could have used it to pick up other customers!" He yelled in a violent stream of Italian, a language I couldn't understand, but his anger was obvious.I fished out my phone, fumbling with the screen. It was pathetic; I should have brought someone who spoke Italian. Miguel… God, I missed him. My heart clenched at the memory of his death. I opened the translator app, knowing I had to calm this guy before he drove off and left us stranded.Walking over to him, I held the phone up to his face as he spoke into it. The app let out a translation of his outburst. "If you don’t want to go, take your luggage out of my car, because it’s almost midnight and my working hours are almost up.""Take ou
Author's POV Dolores paced anxiously inside her room, a phone pressed to her right ear, nervously chewing on her fingernails. She was nervously waiting for Bruno to answer, desperate to talk to him. She still hadn't been able to recover from the shock of him getting married to another woman so soon. His phone rang for the hundredth time, unanswered. "Pick up the damn phone! Pick up! Pick up!" She muttered to herself, pleading with him to pick up, but he stubbornly refused to answer. Abruptly, a loud knock reverberated on the door. Dolores froze, ice trickling through her veins at the thought that she had been caught. She had stolen the sleeping Madam Dinero's phone to call Bruno, and it seemed the old witch was awake now. She ignored the knock, desperately redialing his number. The banging on the door increased. When the call failed to connect again, she fought the urge to toss the phone across the room. A voice came from behind the door, deep and familiar, a male voice. I
Author’s POV The moment Rosita pulled the cloth from the stranger's mouth and began struggling with the unique knots that tied her hands to the sink, the stranger gasped for breath and started speaking quickly in Italian. Rosita frowned, completely lost. She didn't understand a single word. "Um...I'm Spanish," Rosita said in English, hoping the woman understood. "I don't speak Italian, but I can speak a little bit of English and Japanese." The color left the woman's face; her small mouth formed an O of shock. "Oh," and switched to Spanish, a relieved expression crossed her. "Don't worry about it; I can also speak Spanish, my parents are mixed. I wanted to say, thank you for coming in, even though I couldn't tell you anything." "I'm glad I could help, even if I thought you were a friend who had suddenly gone missing," Rosita replied, finally managing to loosen the last knot. The stranger's hands were free. "Was...the friend you were looking for a woman with red hair and smo
Author’s POV Queen Ximena looked royal and majestic as she sat on a throne-like chair in an extravagant mansion, the tip of an expensive cigarette glowing between her red lips. A faint smirk played on her lips as a maid, trembling slightly, entered the room with a tray filled with ripe, bright strawberries. The maid squatted before her, offering the tray. Ximena took a long drag of her cigarette, her eyes narrowed, and then delicately picked up a strawberry with her long, manicured fingers. As she placed it in her mouth, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the luxurious room. Chewing slowly, her eyes drifted towards the door, instantly locking on Don Vincenzo. He was accompanied by a group of his henchmen, each carrying heavy baggage. Ximena sat up on her chair, her eyes hardening. She pushed the tray away, ignoring the maid who screamed as she lost her balance and fell to the floor, scattering strawberries across the marble floor. She stepped over the fallen
Deangelo's POV"Ignore her," I commented, my fingers dipping between her delicate thighs, sliding into her soaking pussy."You are a bad boy," she whispered, her lips trailing down my neck, her tongue swirling around my pulse point."And you are a bad girl," I teased, my fingers thrusting deep inside her, curling upward, brushing against the spongy spot, eliciting a moan."I think I will have to punish you," I murmured, withdrawing my fingers from her and bringing them to her mouth."Suck it clean, princess," I ordered, forcing my digits between her lips.Her eyes widened and then fluttered shut as she sucked my fingers clean."Mmmm," she hummed, her tongue sliding between each digit, savoring her own taste."Good girl," I praised, pulling my fingers from her mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting us."Deangelo," she whined, her voice barely audible, her head resting against my shoulder."Shhh, Silvia will hear you. Get on your fours, and under no circumstances must you utter a wor
Deangelo's POV "I... I can't fit this whole thing in my mouth," she complained, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sure, you can, just use your tongue," I replied, stroking her hair. "I can't believe this has entered me," she commented, glaring at me. "But don't take my hesitation for my weakness, I can also be a baddie when I want to." "Then show me what you can do, princess, enough with the small talk," I scolded, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head forward. "Don't touch me," she warned, her hand reaching for my wrist. "Don't worry, I will guide you." I coaxed, pulling her head toward me, my half-erect cock pressing against her soft lips. "Open wide," I ordered, her eyes shooting daggers at me. She slowly opened her small mouth, and I pushed my cock past her lips, her warm tongue wrapping around the head, her fingers gripping the base. "That's it, baby," I coaxed, my cock twitching in her mouth. "Mmm," she hummed, her tongue swirling around the ti
Deangelo's POV I stared out the plane window, the bright clouds blurring into a canvas of white. My gaze shifted to the newspaper in my lap, and a flood of sad satisfaction crashed over me. At least the Mexican public was still cheerfully unaware of my father’s disappearance. I had to bring him back, restore order, and ensure Ximena never set foot on Mexican soil again. "Papi," Hugo’s voice cut through my thoughts. I glanced across the VIP cabin and saw him and Silvia seated together. Silvia was asleep, her head resting on his right shoulder. Hugo mimed a lovesick expression, mouthing. “Feels good.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Just keep trying," I mouthed back. “She will come around eventually.” Before our silent gossip could continue, the beauty’s voice broke through, loud and clear. “Why are you guys whispering?” She questioned, her voice casual. “Silvia is just resting her head on his shoulder because she has no other option. It’s not a big deal. Hugo has little to
Author's POV "Stefano! Stefano! Stefano!!!" Stefano heard a stubborn voice calling his name inside his head, followed by sharp pokes to his left shoulder. His frustration manifested itself in the form of an audible groan as his eyes snapped open in annoyance. "Leave me alone! Let me sleep for fuck's sake!" he shouted, his voice thick with sleep and lingering exhaustion from the previous night's interrogation. But the poking continued, the person trying to wake him up not ready to give up. "This isn't your house, mi amigo. It's the police station, how can you try to get comfortable here? Huh?" the voice insisted. He ignored the comment, burrowing deeper into his sleep. The next sensation was far more shocking. An intense pain exploded on his skin, followed by an electric jolt that threatened to end his life as he realized that he was being tased. His eyes snapped open, filled with a rage that temporarily suppressed the lingering sleepiness. "What the hell is your problem, y
Deangelo's POV The blunt impact of Victoria's words crushed me, like a suffocating blanket of pain. My father was dead; I fought against the grief threatening to consume me, focusing instead on the job that needed to be done. I had to find Ximena to make her pay for what she had done. The intelligence team, President Victoria had assigned, was still seated around the large table in what used to be my old meeting room—a room where I’d plotted strategies for drug distribution, now reused for something far more personal. They looked at me with sad eyes, surrounded by screens displaying maps and surveillance data. President Victoria spoke up, her voice filled with emotion as she explained the situation. “The queen contacted us just a few minutes ago, demanding we stop looking for her unless she was going to hunt us down and kill us. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't back down, not after how the king lifted me up when I had nothing and treated me like a daughter all those years