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
Author’s POV As Dolores ran out of the mansion, adrenaline pumping through her veins, her stomach flipped when the courtyard came into sight. Don Romano stood there, like a fire-breathing dragon with a strip of white tape across his nose, surrounded by a group of guards all with guns cocked and pointed at him. She froze, her eyes wide; relief flooded her system—at least it wasn’t Bruno. With a sigh, she placed a hand over her chest, ready to turn and retreat. But Romano's voice cut through the air. "Hey! You there! Aren’t you the beauty’s friend? What was your name again?” “... Dolores, my name is Dolores,” she replied, her breath caught in her throat. “What brings you here? I hope my friend is doing all right under your care.” "Um—" Before Romano could respond, Vincenzo’s deep voice echoed from behind her. “Let him through.” He climbed down the stairs with confidence, swaggering across the courtyard toward Romano and the armed guards. The electric charge in the air disa
Author’s POV The sound of tires screeching to a stop forced Rosita awake, her head bouncing off the cold glass window before landing clumsily against Deangelo's lap. Dumbfounded, she blinked up at him, only to see a hard look in his eyes. “Get off my thigh before I forget who you are,” he warned, and she gulped, awkwardly shifting to the seat beside him. Her jaw almost hit the floor as she caught sight of a large SUV car thrusting itself against the gate of the mansion, trying to break through the strong gate. The car moved forward and back, slamming against the solid gate, but it wasn’t budging. "T-The other dons are already here!” She gasped, her eyes wide with fear. Deangelo’s expression remained indifferent, filled with determination. “I know,” he muttered. “I’m going to claim you fair and square this time, so they won’t bother you anymore.” Fear knotted inside her. “How? They made it clear they would do anything to get me,” she pressed, panic filling her voice. “Shu
Rosita’s POV My head throbbed with pain as I climbed down the stairs leading down to the kitchen. The once-familiar place felt surreal; memories of the day flooded my mind. I looked around the living room, there were no sign of the toxic smoke or the dons. The only people in the room were a few guards stationed in corners, watching like eagles. Just another day in this dangerous life, I thought, moving towards the kitchen. Abruptly, a guard called out to me, running over with a slightly flushed face. “I—I have been waiting for you, Señorita,” he said, handing me a bottle of medicine and a bottle of water. “The boss wanted you to have this.” I took it from him, confused by the pretty blush on his cheeks. Glancing down at myself, I suddenly realized why. I was only in my bra and panties, wearing just a light jacket over my body. Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed at the jacket, pulling it tighter against me. The guard’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and he muttered, “Tak
Author's POV King Dante stood before the large window of his room; as night fell, the blue haze of day lifted to reveal bright stars. He took a sip of his tea, enjoying the warmth, but swiftly stopped as an unfamiliar taste hit his tongue. Frowning, he placed the golden cup down on the nightstand with a soft thud. The peace he sought was quickly interrupted by Ximena’s entry into the room. She walked in confidently, wearing a sexy wine-colored nightgown that left little to the imagination. A small black bag hung loosely in her hand, and as she approached him, Dante’s gaze traveled over her, drawn to the curves accentuated by the gown. “What’s in the bag?” he questioned, wiggling his eyebrows as she dropped it beside the bed without answering. “You will see,” she replied, circling around him and pressing herself against his back, her hands sliding down his chest. He felt an electric spark dance through him, a distraction he wasn’t quite prepared for. Dante closed his eyes m
Rosita's POV I yawned loudly as the morning sun streamed through my window blinds, squinting against the sudden brightness. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I pushed myself off the bed and made my way toward the door, curious about the muffled voices coming from the corridor. Leaning against the door, I spotted Deangelo and Hugo in a restless discussion in the middle of the bright hallway. There were dark circles beneath their eyes, a sign they hadn’t slept a wink since the funeral. Struggling to catch fragments of their conversation, I leaned in closer. “If the blood bank doesn’t want to sell it to us,” Deangelo was saying, his voice growing stronger, angrier. “I want you to do whatever it takes to rob that goddamn bank. I don’t care if it means you kill a lot of people; Silvia’s life depends on it.” Hugo tossed him a pained look. “If something happens to her, you don’t know what I will do...I have been trying to deny it for a long time now, but I fell in love with her after
Author's POV A large garbage truck drove into the junkyard, its big tires making a crunching noise on the driveway as the driver grunted, driving it to the dumping spot under the hot sun. The truck's gigantic container lifted, pouring out loads of trash on top of the already mountainous collection of waste. Romano, Vincenzo, and Fernando fell from the truck, landing hard onto the load of trash, the awful smell hitting them like a rock. Romano groaned, trying to shake the dizziness from his head, but as he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings—large piles of trash entering his nostrils—he couldn’t help but scream. Panic climbed up his throat as he tried to get away from the filth, shoving trash off himself and kicking the leftovers aside, but he tripped on something sticky, falling down the mountain and rolling awkwardly until he hit the concrete floor with a loud thud. Wincing at the sharp pain shooting through his body, he squinted up at the bright sun; a cloud of
Deangelo’s POV Her hand clamped on my wrist. Damn. After everything I just said? Although I didn't actually mean it. But those mesmerizing forest green eyes… They always got to me. I slowly sat down next to her on the soft bed. Too close. Way too close. I got a million nasty thoughts buzzing in my head, not least of which was keeping my hands to myself. She was my girlfriend now, but I wanted to do this right, I wanted to cherish her. But God, she wasn't making it easy, I needed to go and help Hugo, but... "Fuck it," I muttered, yanking my hand free from her grip. My eyes locked on her lips, those soft, rosy lips. "To be honest," I blurted, "You are a terrible kisser." She couldn't help herself as she burst out laughing, her cheeks warming. "That's...that's because you were my first kiss," she confessed, her voice lacking its usual fire, "I haven't kissed anyone before." First kiss? A wave of possessiveness, hot and sharp, churned beneath my skin. "Well then," I growled, l
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. "