I watched as Callum placed his leg on the armrest, and I craved to see the expression on his face. I hoped for an ounce of pity-at least or worse I imagined a cold face or a deadly grin, like the villain in a movie. "Mi dispiace, capo, ci dispiace. (Sorry, boss, we are sorry.)" I couldn’t hear exactly what they said, but I took it as pleading words from the bloody men.“Okay,” Callum said, stepping back from the men. For a moment, I thought he had forgiven them—it felt like comic relief—until a gunshot rang out in the room. I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped my throat.The world seemed to stop around me. My eyes widened as gazes from Callum and the other men turned towards the door. “Oh my God,” I whispered, my breath shaky. I thought Callum's gaze connected with mine through the slight opening.I saw Callum begin walking towards the door, and I wanted to run, but my legs were shaking. I needed a push to move, but I couldn’t. Instead, I slid down to the floor, my mouth tremblin
Callum's POV“I want to touch you now. I want to see you bare and squirming. I want your head all fuzzy while my head is between your thick thighs, lapping up your love juice.”As I lay on her, my hand went to her robe belt, unfastening it. My knuckles grazed her soft skin every now and then, driving me nuts. I have missed my little doll so fucking much. Days without her have been torture. I’ve vowed to take things slow and not go further than pleasuring her without my dick in it until she learns to accept me until she wants my kids. “Let me worship you tonight, my queen.” I whispered dryly like a man about to die of thirst.I am learning to soften for her. Her seeing what she saw tonight wasn’t my fault. I hate how frightened she was, how she stared at me like I was a monster and I wanted to kill Gale for letting her out of the room. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t care. But with her, it brought back memories of high school, of when she left me to my father’s wrath.I could f
Ophelia's Pov“Eyes on me, Ophelia. Watch me as I claim you, mark you, or else you will be punished.”I had no idea what was happening to me. It was like I was being manipulated, my senses barely with me, and my body left with a mind of its own.Where was my dignity? Letting this beast touch me felt so good to think about that now, and now I was beyond redemption, letting him do his thing. I couldn't stifle a moan anymore; I let them fall shamelessly from my lips as he sucked on my belly button. His hand held my hips down as I tried to keep my eyes on his, not wanting him to stop what he was doing.I tried to clamp my thighs together, but he slapped them open again, even wider than before, as his lips traveled down. He stopped when he got to my opening. He released his hold on my wrist, his eyes still fixed on mine, and I gasped when his finger caressed my pussy lips, spreading me softly and rubbing against my clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, urging me to close my eyes.“Don't you
Ophelia's PovI woke up to find the spot beside me cold. He had left, and my robe was back on my body. A knock at the door made me sit up straight.“Come in.”It was a soft knock, like Diana’s, and just as I thought, she walked in with a tray containing a cup in her hand.“Good morning, signora.” With a smile on her face, she placed the tray on the bed next to me.“Morning, Diana.” A warm smile played on my lips.“Cal asked me to give you this soothing tea before he left.” A blush stained her cheeks, and I shook my head at the way she thought. How much more of a love-sick woman she must have been as a young adult, imagining that Callum and I were in a romantic relationship.I downed the hot tea in one gulp, not caring how it burned down my throat. Burn away my shame too.“Ah.” I noticed Diana’s widened eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you it was hot.”“It’s fine. I saw the misty steam.”Another presence entered the room. I looked toward the door to find Gale, who gave me a short bow.“
Ophelia's Pov"You shouldn't be talking to strangers." Callum bit down on my ear and licked the spot, and I did well to fight back a moan. "He said he was your cousin.""Cousin or not, I could chop his head off if he had tried something more." His finger strode down my curve as he sniffed down my neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin."He is your family." I almost wished to be swallowed by the ground with the way my voice came out, like that of a mouse. Yes, a mouse, that fits the scene here in the hand of a wild cat."You are the only family." His hand curled back to my waist again, pulling me firmly to him. "Stop this shit now, Callum; people are here." His scent, mixed with whiskey, was filling my head with fog."Should I send them out? Before that—telling them how bad I crave to see you bare, how I crave to fuck you in spirit and soul? Father wouldn't mind; he wants grandchildren anyway."I was going crazy, feeling dirty in a gathering with this psycho not leaving me.
“I still love him," trying to play the unharmed bitch, even if what she said later turns out to be the truth. I don't even want to be here in the first place and it felt right with her calling me a black sheep earlier.“You don't even know him, or are you after his wealth?” I frowned at her question, discreetly balling my fist not enjoying the way Jealousy, spite, and hate oozed from her. “Do you know what they call him? A secret calling; the front wheel of the Belluci Famiglia, the trigger to the famiglia, and he can't stay with someone this weak. If you don't end up going, Father would still chase you out.”“Talking about wealth, trying to call me a golddigger when I don't even give an 'F' about who he is," I had forgotten this was meant to be an act, my anger talking through me. “You can fuck with him for all the care in the world. I would be out of his life tonight."I saw the astonishment in her gaze until she put on that mocking smile again. “Poor thing, you don't have to be mad
For The Love Of Dark Romance╰(^3^)╯ᕙ( • ‿ • )ᕗ♪~(´ε` )OPHELIA LAURENT'S POV“I hate you and that's final.“ I began stepping backwards. I wanted nothing more than to get away from this beautiful monster, but things never works my way.I stumbled back into a tray of hot coffee which sat carelessly on his desk, and before the cup of coffee could leave a burn on my skin the monster had caught me by my wrist changing our position and letting the hot liquid fall on his legs instead.My eyes widened as he hovered over me pinning me to the wall, his gaze on me cold and angry but I still tried to play unconcerned and savage “Getting splashed by the coffee would have been better than standing close to yo….“ His hand gripped my throat tightly, and I gasped swallowing the rest of my words.“Let's see if you'd be able to talk with that mouth of yours when I go balls deep in you throat.“5 YEARS AGO.Tonight, I wouldn't hold back. I have been studying him for days since
OPHELIA LAURENT'S POVFive Years Later“Hey, you know you are not meant to be here right?“ I asked my soon to be husband Klaus, a beautiful smile on my lips as he walks into my smll house at the sea shore.“I've missed you a lot Ophelia.“ He caressed my cheek softly, just tomorrow he would be my husband. He would be the man I would learn to love, but my heart starts to hammer with that thought and my thoughts drifted back to him, that night I illegally divorced him.Those memories rushed back to my mind like it was just yesterday. He slept in a balaclava, his upper chest bare and I almost forgot my mission seeing how hot he looks. What was more shocking to me was that he had my face tattooed all over his body, the tattoo of a woman boobs on his Torso and I felt and assumed it was mine, it nipples had my piercing too.'How did he know about the piercing on my nipples?' that thought had pierced my damn soul and now I could feel my nipples harden through my clothes. The fucker had been w
“I still love him," trying to play the unharmed bitch, even if what she said later turns out to be the truth. I don't even want to be here in the first place and it felt right with her calling me a black sheep earlier.“You don't even know him, or are you after his wealth?” I frowned at her question, discreetly balling my fist not enjoying the way Jealousy, spite, and hate oozed from her. “Do you know what they call him? A secret calling; the front wheel of the Belluci Famiglia, the trigger to the famiglia, and he can't stay with someone this weak. If you don't end up going, Father would still chase you out.”“Talking about wealth, trying to call me a golddigger when I don't even give an 'F' about who he is," I had forgotten this was meant to be an act, my anger talking through me. “You can fuck with him for all the care in the world. I would be out of his life tonight."I saw the astonishment in her gaze until she put on that mocking smile again. “Poor thing, you don't have to be mad
Ophelia's Pov"You shouldn't be talking to strangers." Callum bit down on my ear and licked the spot, and I did well to fight back a moan. "He said he was your cousin.""Cousin or not, I could chop his head off if he had tried something more." His finger strode down my curve as he sniffed down my neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin."He is your family." I almost wished to be swallowed by the ground with the way my voice came out, like that of a mouse. Yes, a mouse, that fits the scene here in the hand of a wild cat."You are the only family." His hand curled back to my waist again, pulling me firmly to him. "Stop this shit now, Callum; people are here." His scent, mixed with whiskey, was filling my head with fog."Should I send them out? Before that—telling them how bad I crave to see you bare, how I crave to fuck you in spirit and soul? Father wouldn't mind; he wants grandchildren anyway."I was going crazy, feeling dirty in a gathering with this psycho not leaving me.
Ophelia's PovI woke up to find the spot beside me cold. He had left, and my robe was back on my body. A knock at the door made me sit up straight.“Come in.”It was a soft knock, like Diana’s, and just as I thought, she walked in with a tray containing a cup in her hand.“Good morning, signora.” With a smile on her face, she placed the tray on the bed next to me.“Morning, Diana.” A warm smile played on my lips.“Cal asked me to give you this soothing tea before he left.” A blush stained her cheeks, and I shook my head at the way she thought. How much more of a love-sick woman she must have been as a young adult, imagining that Callum and I were in a romantic relationship.I downed the hot tea in one gulp, not caring how it burned down my throat. Burn away my shame too.“Ah.” I noticed Diana’s widened eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you it was hot.”“It’s fine. I saw the misty steam.”Another presence entered the room. I looked toward the door to find Gale, who gave me a short bow.“
Ophelia's Pov“Eyes on me, Ophelia. Watch me as I claim you, mark you, or else you will be punished.”I had no idea what was happening to me. It was like I was being manipulated, my senses barely with me, and my body left with a mind of its own.Where was my dignity? Letting this beast touch me felt so good to think about that now, and now I was beyond redemption, letting him do his thing. I couldn't stifle a moan anymore; I let them fall shamelessly from my lips as he sucked on my belly button. His hand held my hips down as I tried to keep my eyes on his, not wanting him to stop what he was doing.I tried to clamp my thighs together, but he slapped them open again, even wider than before, as his lips traveled down. He stopped when he got to my opening. He released his hold on my wrist, his eyes still fixed on mine, and I gasped when his finger caressed my pussy lips, spreading me softly and rubbing against my clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, urging me to close my eyes.“Don't you
Callum's POV“I want to touch you now. I want to see you bare and squirming. I want your head all fuzzy while my head is between your thick thighs, lapping up your love juice.”As I lay on her, my hand went to her robe belt, unfastening it. My knuckles grazed her soft skin every now and then, driving me nuts. I have missed my little doll so fucking much. Days without her have been torture. I’ve vowed to take things slow and not go further than pleasuring her without my dick in it until she learns to accept me until she wants my kids. “Let me worship you tonight, my queen.” I whispered dryly like a man about to die of thirst.I am learning to soften for her. Her seeing what she saw tonight wasn’t my fault. I hate how frightened she was, how she stared at me like I was a monster and I wanted to kill Gale for letting her out of the room. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t care. But with her, it brought back memories of high school, of when she left me to my father’s wrath.I could f
I watched as Callum placed his leg on the armrest, and I craved to see the expression on his face. I hoped for an ounce of pity-at least or worse I imagined a cold face or a deadly grin, like the villain in a movie. "Mi dispiace, capo, ci dispiace. (Sorry, boss, we are sorry.)" I couldn’t hear exactly what they said, but I took it as pleading words from the bloody men.“Okay,” Callum said, stepping back from the men. For a moment, I thought he had forgiven them—it felt like comic relief—until a gunshot rang out in the room. I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped my throat.The world seemed to stop around me. My eyes widened as gazes from Callum and the other men turned towards the door. “Oh my God,” I whispered, my breath shaky. I thought Callum's gaze connected with mine through the slight opening.I saw Callum begin walking towards the door, and I wanted to run, but my legs were shaking. I needed a push to move, but I couldn’t. Instead, I slid down to the floor, my mouth tremblin
Ophelia's POV I smiled seductively at Gale, my legs crossed on the couch, dressed in a blue gown that stopped at my feet. I didn’t mind if I looked silly. After Gale showed me around and told me which rooms I shouldn't walk into—without giving me a reason why—I asked, “Will he cut my head off?” Gale said nothing, just giving me a smile. “Or will he cut yours?” “I would be in trouble for any of your mistakes, Mrs. Bellucci.” “Uh, that last name… can you tell me a little about it? It’s the popular crime family, right?” I asked, and he hesitated. “That should be Cal's—” “I feel more comfortable around you than that asswipe.” I bit my lower lip, trying to mimic those seductresses, but he seemed unfazed, like a living rock. “I would have to report to Cal if you continue this, Mrs. Bellucci.” “Stop addressing me with that motherfucking name I know nothing about,” I hissed. “Tell me about the Belluccis,” I demanded, my voice authoritative, hoping he’d heed. “Cal will tell y
Callum's PovThe plane hit a light turbulence, and my little doll fell back into my arms, and her fear of flight became more evident. I felt warmth sipping in me, and I caressed her long tresses just like how I used to when we were in high school. “Sleep.” I used a commanding tone; I couldn't take any of the silent torture anymore; I needed a hole to empty my cream.…….Walking into the galley, I found the flight attendant who had welcomed us earlier. She saw me walk in with a smile on her face “Strip.” very understanding“Yes, master,” very submissive, just like I ordered, she popped the buttons, which barely covered her mounds open, and her boobs fell free the bitch had no bra on, her hand went to her skirt, pulling it off with no panties.As much as I wanted Ophelia, I couldn't fuck her, and if I tried restraining myself, I would just go wild on her like a beast, and she would hate me more.“Get on your knees.” She did as she was told as I began taking off my belts, pushing my pant
Ophelia's POVThe way his finger pumped into my cunt, I couldn't help back a strange cry from my lips. I redden with embarrassment hearing the sloppy sound coming from underneath and I wanted to curse at him when he stopped to stare at my face with a smug smile on his face. Yes, he fucking won, and I wanted that crazy finger of his to do what he had done earlier that had the world rotating around me.“Want me to keep going.” I don't know if I looked stupid with those crazy pleasure-filled faces, should I beg him to continue, should I tell him that I hate him and he can't make me feel anything but that was stupid, a fucked up lie when he could feel my wetness and now I was rubbing myself against his finger, bucking my hips to meet his every thrust shamelessly. His thumb rubbed my cunt, and I didn't care that I hated him; my resistance broke. “ahh…” he rolled his finger in me when I failed to give him a reply . His finger drove into me faster, and I felt my stomach twisted in a knot; h