Author’s POV Stefano stepped into the lobby of the law firm, forcing a smile that felt strange on his plastered face. He hadn’t set foot in the office for a week—being kidnapped and tortured managed to keep a man from his 9-to-5. The brief nods and murmured “Welcome backs” from colleagues hummed around him like a swarm of flies, but he barely caught their words. His mind was racing—he had a major court case pending, and nothing, not even this hell he’d endured, could hold him back. But then, the loudness of the television in the hall caught his eye. A news bulletin flashed across the screen, grabbing his attention and everyone else’s in the lobby. A male reporter's voice cut through the room: “The son of the Spanish king, Prince Deangelo, a notorious mafia and number one most feared don in the city of Mexico, was found dead in his bathroom by the queen.” A warm smile pulled at his lips, the soothing traveling to his chest and bringing him a sense of comfort. The don who held
Author’s POV "You are so fucking beautiful, Sweetheart," he remarked, licking his lower lip. "Thanks. I appreciate the compliment. What else do you want to do to me?" she inquired. "I want you to suck my dick and drink my cum. I will give you one hundred pesos." Dolores took his pants off and began to lick his erect penis; it wasn’t over-the-top big, but it had a decent size. The man was so aroused by her touch that he came within a couple of minutes; she swallowed the semen and cleaned the man's cock with her mouth. "Is that all? Is there anything else you would like?" she asked, her voice low. The man was getting hornier by the second, and it wasn't even ten minutes yet. Dolores had no problem with him being horny, though; he was rich. His cock was probably bigger than the cocks of the other average guys. "Would you be down for a quickie right here and now? I want to fuck you against the trashcan over there," he remarked, pointing at a large trashcan that was in
Deangelo’s POV I groaned as I reached for the pill container on the nightstand, the pain still throbbing at my right thigh like an unwelcome guest. Tossing several pills into my mouth, I chased them down with a quick gulp of water, feeling the cool liquid crash over my dry throat. As I set the glass back down, the muffled sounds of the TV jerked my focus. Squinting at the screen, I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up; my blood went cold as the reporter's voice filled the room. "In breaking news, renowned Mafia don and also Spanish prince, Deangelo Luis Valladares, is reported dead." A metaphorical fist punched me in the stomach. Confusion creased my brow. I was alive, but Ximena believed I was dead, I had no idea why. "Fuck!" I cursed under my breath; this was her doing. All her schemes are turning around me like a lion circling its meal. I needed to get home, needed to protect my father; but my body was betraying me, the pain was short-circuiting my brain. "You ha
Author’s POV Dolores wrapped her arms around herself, shame tugging at her gut as Bruno walked into the dark alley, his eyes wide and shocked. She couldn’t meet his gaze, feeling exposed as if every secret she carried had been laid bare. “W-What am I doing here?” He stuttered, his voice filled with disbelief. “I should be asking you that. What are you doing in this…this place, naked? And not just that, what are you doing with this ugly-looking old whore?” He snapped back, his eyes darting over her bare skin before landing on Madam Dinero, who stood with an amused scoff. “Who is this foul-mouthed jerk?” Madam Dinero glared at Bruno. “Is he one of your customers? He seems a little rude.” Dolores gulped, fighting back tears. “Bruno, just give me a minute,” she pleaded, pulling Madam Dinero aside to a dark corner. “Why are you acting this way?” Madam Dinero questioned, her voice sharp. “Who is he to you?” “He is…someone very important to me,” she managed through a choked voice
Author’s POVAs a blanket of darkness covered the sky, the screams of the crowd echoed through the air, electrifying the atmosphere of the ongoing street race. Romano grinned, flexing his fingers around the steering wheel as he took the lead, a rush of adrenaline pumping through him. Finally, he was about to reclaim his prize—Rosita. All his efforts and money were about to pay off.But in an instant, his smile faded as Fernando’s Ferrari slammed into the back of his Bugatti, shaking him.“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Romano cursed, fighting to regain control as he glanced sideways. Fernando was right there, determined and mocking, giving him the middle finger as he turned sharply to overtake.“You dirty bastard!” Romano growled under his breath, gripping the wheel forcefully. He turned the steering wheel hard, making a careless U-turn as Fernando rammed into him again.Grunting in pain, Romano realized their once-brotherly friendship was now a joke. Driven by rage, Romano stepped on the gas, re
Author’s POV It was a brand-new day in Mexico City, the sun cutting through the fog of early morning as people hurried along the streets, lost in their daily routines. But in front of an important law firm, the normal buzz of activity was destroyed by a captivating sight. Stefano stood rebelliously at the edge of the grand staircase, his entire body painted in bright colors, clutching oversized signs that claimed, "Justice for the legendary Prosecutor Stefano" and "Wrongly Fired!" The paint smudged on his skin only added to the ridiculousness of his protest. Employees of the firm paused in the middle of the stairs, their eyes glued to him. Stefano’s voice called out, filled with anger, “I will not be silenced!” he shouted. “After everything I had done for this law firm, I was their prodigy, the one that brought the most money and fame, but when I needed them the most, they cast me out like a piece of shit!” As he shouted at the top of his lungs, the crowd tossed him curious glan
Author’s POV Rosita's eyes snapped open; a cold sweat broke out over her body as she scanned the dimly lit hotel room. The bed was empty, and arctic needles of fear pierced her spine. Had Deangelo really left her for real this time? She quickly slipped on the flip-flops provided by the hotel, her heart pitter-pattering, and ran out into the corridor, searching for him. Hope blossomed in her chest as she spotted a group of guards outside one of the rooms. Sensing that Deangelo was inside, she marched right up to the door, glaring at the guards as they moved aside without a word. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room. Deangelo sat on the edge of the bed, a doctor crouched before him, tending to a fresh bandage on his thigh. Grunts of pain escaped his lips as the doctor cleaned the wound. Rosita narrowed her eyes, fighting the urge to say something because they hadn't noticed her. “Um...on my way to get your medicine from the other room, I kind of saw your girlfriend
Author’s POVSilvia's heart was going haywire as she pressed against the wall behind the door of the dark room, her hand clamped tightly over Hugo's mouth. They held their breath, listening carefully to the hammering footsteps of guards searching the room. The flash of a powerful torch swept across the room, illuminating the corners. “They aren’t in here,” one guard declared, his voice echoing. “Let’s check outside. They must have had help getting into the castle, because it's close to impossible for anyone to be able to break in.”“No, I am not sure they had help, no one will have the balls to betray the king, not even in a time like this,” another guard replied doubtfully. “Everyone is loyal.”Silvia and Hugo exchanged scared glances, sweat trickling down their brows as the guards approached their hiding spot. "Let's get out of here, they might be out there," one of the guards commented. The torch was waved inside just before the door was slammed shut, causing them to fall to the
Rosita's POV “T-They found us,” I whispered, my fingers anxiously parting the window blinds. Dolores grunted, stuffing a few bundles of cash into her pockets. "Who found us, Rosie?" I narrowed my eyes at the car parked in front of the apartment building. The doors were pushed open, and a group of people stepped out of the car. My blood turned to ice as I saw that it was Madam Dinero and her goons. The lackeys were cocking their guns, their big eyes scanning the surroundings as they moved towards the building. I turned back to Dolores, my face serious. "It's Madam Dinero and her underlings, those two dickheads from before. They found us." She stared at me, appearing confused and frustrated, with maybe a little bit of fear in her eyes. "How...how did they find us?" she questioned, but it was a rhetorical question. She squatted down and picked up the plastic bags filled with food from the floor. "I can't... I can't go back to being a sex slave, we have to lose them." "We do
Rosita's POV "Strip!" I put the book down on my chest, my heart pitter-pattering against my ribcage as my fingers found their way to the tiny buttons of my jeans. I had never felt this turned on from reading a novel before, but there was something about the way the words flowed that made me think of Don Deangelo. I couldn't help but imagine it was him asking me to strip, his tongue working its magic on me instead of the fictional man in the story. "Take off your clothes," I whispered to myself, my fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I closed my eyes, letting the words crash over me as I wriggled out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties and tank top. My fingers trailed down my belly, stopping just above the waistband of my panties. I bit my lower lip hard, imagining it was Deangelo's fingers, not mine, that were tracing the outline of my most sensitive spot. I slipped my hand inside, my fingers finding their way to my clit as a moan of ecstasy slippe
Deangelo’s POV The security guard, practically trembling with respect, greeted me with a "Welcome, Your Highness," and led me towards the glass doors of the office. He swiped his card on the reader next to the door, and the light flashed green. The door clicked open in a snap, and he grabbed the handle, pulling it wide and bowing his head again. I took a deep breath and let it out, praying that it was truly President Victoria on the other side of the door, not her being held hostage by my evil stepmother and Vincenzo. "What are you waiting for, pendejo?" Romano's voice cut through my thoughts, impatient as ever. "We are finally here. Are you having some doubts about me? Do you think I would set you up?!" My mouth dropped open, ten rebuttals on my tongue. I pursed my lips and walked into the room as slowly as I could, my hand resting on the gun holstered at my belt. The moment my eyes registered what was inside, I nearly fell to the floor. Romano caught me, steadying me with a
Deangelo’s POV "This is the place!" Romano announced, thrusting a finger towards the main door of a luxurious mansion. We had just walked into the gigantic courtyard, and it was creepily quiet. No cars, no guards, not a single sign of life. It felt like an abandoned dump, and my doubt about trusting Romano was increasing with every footstep. Romano, ignorant of my doubts, frowned at his smartwatch. "This is it. The GPS location is leading us right here. Vincenzo is behind that door, let’s go check it out." Suspicion and anger coursed through me, and I was unable to suppress them anymore. I grabbed Romano by the collar, yanking him back. "You better be right about this, cabrón (bastard). If you are not, this stupid deal between us is over." A chuckle escaped his throat, pushing my finger off his chest. "Relax, Scorpion. You are being paranoid. Just get your gun and follow me before they find out we are here, or else we are screwed." I nodded, pulling my handgun from my pock
Author's POV "What are you cheap dirtbags still staring at? Do you want to fuck her that badly? Even after you disobeyed my rules for this cheap slut?!" Vincenzo inquired, with his eyes never leaving his henchmen. The guards shook their heads in response, and they all turned to the gate of the dungeon. But before they could exit, a loud, ear-splitting blast shook the walls of the mansion, sending shockwaves throughout the whole place. They all lost their balance and almost fell to the floor, but they held the walls for support, as if their lives depended on it. The sound of countless gunshots, followed by the screams of people, echoed throughout the entire mansion. "What the fuck?!" Vincenzo shouted, a look of horror on his face. "What the hell is going on? How did they find us? You sneaky little bitch, tell me, do you have a tracking device on you by any chance? Are you trying to screw me over? I knew it was not a good idea to take you with us!" He bombarded her with question
Author's POV With a growl, the guards moved towards her, each grabbing an ass cheek and pulling her open. She gasped in sweet agony, feeling their hot breath on her wet, sensitive flesh. Abruptly, she felt a tongue dart out, tasting her sex, swirling around her pink pearl. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. The other guard took his chance, burying his face between her legs, lapping at her clitoris. She caressed the strong tendons in the back of his neck, completely aroused now, feeling his hot tongue flick and lap at her folds, teasing her entrance. Silvia let out a loud sigh, closing her eyes, and letting the guards take her heaven; his fingers began a lust-arousing exploration of her soft clit. After a few moans of pleasure, the guards were both kneeling, their tongues dancing over her slit, their mouths sucking and kissing her tender flesh. She let out a low moan, feeling the tension build in her core. Her fingers gripped the rough stone walls, her hips roc
Author's POV "Move it!" Vincenzo growled, shoving Silvia forward with a force that sent her stumbling through the large doors of the mansion. She tripped on something, maybe a rogue stone or perhaps just her own exhaustion, and fell face-first into the marble floor. Her frustration manifested itself in the form of an audible groan, and she thought she saw black and white. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she tried to push herself up, but her arms felt like stone. She collapsed back onto the ground, overpowered. Vincenzo’s heavy footsteps circled her body. "Get up, you lazy bitch. You still have a lot of ground to cover." Silvia shrieked as a merciless hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright. She clutched at his wrist, fighting against the excruciating pull on her scalp, the feeling that her hair was being torn out root by root. After what felt like a thousand years, she managed to regain her footing, wobbling unsteadily. Don Vincenzo moved in close, his
Rosita’s POV I held Dolores against my left shoulder, trying to force her to meet my gaze. "...Listen to me, mija (darling)!" But her green eyes were glued to the floor, her whole body an intense earthquake, like she was fighting a fever. "Get under the bed, mija. I won’t let those hijos de puta take you. Just do as I say, por favor." But the quivering just increased, followed by the sound— the disgusting crack of wood breaking, the door on the other side of the room giving way. A feminine voice, sharp and filled with hatred, cut through the air. "Perra! Open the fucking door now, don't let me come in there!" Dolores flinched, a shiver running through her spine that I could feel even through my own clothes. I frowned, realizing it was that whore, the one who had been torturing her. My grip tightened on the pistol I was holding, the cold metal an assurance for revenge. A rush of strength came to Dolores, and her anguish lessened. She sat up and swiftly dove under the bed.
Rosita’s POV My fingers were slippery on the gun grip, but I held it tight, my glare locked on Fernando. His golden eyes were bloodshot, a mad sparkle in those normally golden orbs. It looked like he wanted to tear me apart and swallow me whole. The way he slowly, deliberately wrapped that leather whip around his right wrist, it was meant to intimidate me, to scare me, but I wouldn't let him. I raised the gun a bit higher, keeping it steady and aimed directly at his chest. "Get out!" I declared, my voice dark and full of unspoken threats. "Get out, or I swear I will shoot you." Fernando raised his left hand, an indirect gesture, and the goons behind him seethed in anger. One of them, a monster with a shaved head, actually foamed at the mouth. "Boss, just say the word, and I will put her down!" he hissed. A grumble cut through the air. "What the hell is going on here?" It was Bruno, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He pointed a trembling finger at Fernando and his men. "