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Bound To The Devil 15.1
“This is a private area—” One of them started but stopped as his eyes moved to something behind me. “Stefano,” He said with a hint of confusion.“She belongs to the boss, Greg. She's his wife, Tiffany West,” Stefano offered in a cold tone.Both men stared at me then stepped back respectfully. “We didn't know she was coming tonight. The boss didn't say anything,” Greg said.Stefano grimaced but didn't say anything as he led Leona and me inside, past the cloakroom tinged in bluish light and a bar area. Behind it the doors open to a dark dance floor. Blue and white light flashed, and hip-hop beats blasted toward us. Leona tugged at my hand wanting to go in that direction.“We should go to Lorenzo first,” Stefano said.“He's here?” I asked, surprised.Stefano nodded. “The club has several back rooms and a basement where we handle some business,”“Why don't you go tell him I'm here while Leona and I hit the dancefloor,”Stefano gave me a look. “No chance in hell,”“That's your problem then
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TIFFANY WESTAwareness connected me to the door across the hall like a line of static electricity. He was just over there, probably talking Russian on the phone, or maybe torturing someone, or worse, fucking someone.Somehow the last thought made my hand pause on the doorknob. I'd just realize that the mere thought of Lorenzo fucking another woman that wasn't me made me nauseous.I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. Why the fuck did I care even if Lorenzo was fucking another woman. Whatever was just happening between us was just good sex before it ended as quickly as it began.Instead of knocking, I twisted the door knob and stepped inside, locking the door from inside. Lorenzo was standing close to the glass windows, his gaze was stuck on his phone with his back to me.I walked closer to where he stood. Still, he didn't look up.But he knew I was here.“Stalking me, Cuore mio?” He chuckled. It was a deep sound, like the first rays of warmth after a long winter. I liked it.I
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Bound To The Devil 16.1
I laved him with my tongue, making breathy noises of approval like it was the only passion I had in life. And it was starting to feel like it. Heat bloomed in my stomach, moving lower, in a wave that made me squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache. His hand tightened on his phone, the tension in him building to a crescendo I was dying to see fall."SÌ," he said to whoever he was speaking to, sounding annoyed. "Uccidili tutti"I ran my tongue across his crown and then finally slid him deep into my mouth, bringing my half-lidded and lust-filled gaze up to his."Fuck." He threw his phone to the side and then grasped my face between two rough hands, caressing my cheek with a thumblike I was something special, something precious.It momentarily stilled me. A raw wave of warmth flickered in my chest. It wasn't until later I realized that was the moment the first wisps of devotion settled in and my downfall began."Cazzo, sei troppo Bella," He rasped as he held my face and slowly slid i
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TIFFANY WESTLorenzo must have felt the tension in me because his hand stopped its caress down my back. "You're not on the pill," It was more of an assumption than a question. Pushing away from him, I pulled a bra strap back onto my shoulder as an icy trickle of panic crawled up my spine. "No,""It's alright. We'll get a Plan B." His thumb brushed my cheek.I nodded. I believed him. But a different voice— Francis— echoed in my head. “Nothing but a whore. Whore. Whore. She seduced me just so I could fuck her,”My lungs squeezed, tightening and tightening with a band that wouldn't release. Before I knew it ears burned the backs of my eyes.Two rough hands grasped my face. "Breathe."His touch dimmed Francis’ voice in my mind. I shut my eyes, focusing on the breathing techniques my therapist taught me. But it wasn't working.I could taste the bitterness of bile in my throat as memories from a long time ago slithered into my mind. All I could see was Francis. I could hear my screams tha
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TIFFANY WEST“A happy wife and good sex,” I blurted, smiling.He laughed. Deep and hearty and it made my pulse skip a beat. It was the first genuine laugh I heard from him, and I suddenly knew I could get used to it.The coffee began brewing, filling the kitchen with a rich and earthy smell. Once it was ready, I poured myself a cup and I positioned myself on the opposite side of the island counter as Lorenzo pulled out a frying pan from the drawers beneath, the sound of it colliding with the stove clattering off the walls. I watched him peel an onion, then began to dice, his large, run hands working in proficient strokes. Perfectly timed. Evenly spaced.“You're eyeing the knife like a treasure. Have you had a change of mind about killing me?” He dropped the knife and grabbed a bowl.“Where would I get my ever-loving orgasms if I killed you?”He smiled. The expression turned his face from that of a cold-blooded Mafia don to a playful playboy. But the view barely lasted for a second be
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TIFFANY WESTI couldn't keep quiet beside Lorenzo as he drove us around the City. I had visited Las Vegas only once during last Christmas when Seline and Francis insisted on a family dinner. I hadn't explored the city then, and I wasn't keen on doing so. But today was different. He was touring me around the city and I loved it. His presence.“What do you want to do about work?” Lorenzo suddenly asked as he drove down the spectacular hotels lining the streets. Las Vegas was beautiful.I turned my attention to him. Admiring his side view. He was truly beautiful; even when dressed in mere jeans and a white T-shirt, he still looked stunning.“I work in New York,” I reminded.“But you also have JK media in the city. You could work if you'd want to,” He slanted me a stare. “You're not a prisoner,”“There's not much left of the company. Seline and Francis have ruined it. It's been in the talks of going under. That's if they can't sell it fast enough,”“If you want me to help out I could,” He
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TIFFANY WESTI was falling deep, and fast, and I couldn't even find the grace to save myself. To say I was obsessed with everything about Lorenzo was a big understatement. And worse, I didn't know exactly what was happening to me.In the past few days, I found myself wondering just how it would have been if I wasn't sold into a marriage with Lorenzo. How it would have been if our relationship had started off normal… if he weren't the most dangerous man in Las Vegas.I couldn't find the answer to that so I pushed the thought off my mind and instead focused on the good our little sex sessions always turned out to be. We had a routine. He'd screwed me against the wall last evening. It was hot and fast and rough. Then afterward, he'd just kiss me. He'd kiss me for so long my brain became mush and my heart began to burn, almost as if he was trying to imprint the moment in his memory. We did the sex thing every day. It never started with kissing, but it always ended with it. We were both
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“Fuck,” His large arms gripped me to a halt. “What—”“I'm going to die,” I choked out, not able to drag a deep enough air into my lungs. “Never, principessa,” His voice was soft and vehement. “Come here,”It wasn't until I was pressed against his warm body that I realized how badly I was shaking. It was like grabbing onto a life raft before almost drowning in the sea.Lorenzo made a rough noise and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and rested my face against his neck, struggling for every breath.“Breathe, mia cara, breathe,” He carried me back into the room, running a hand through my hair and down my back. The simple act was so soothing that tears burned the back of my eyes, and something in me just broke. Something dark, scary, and deeply buried. There was no way for me to hold it in.A bone-shattering sob ripped from my throat, and it hurt because of the memories that it brought up. I pressed my face deeper against his neck. I didn't want him to see me like this.
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Bound To The Devil 40 (The End)
LORENZO RUSSOI always thought if I believed in fate, I couldn't believe in choice. I hadn't been much of a believer, but all that changed when Tiffany West entered the picture because there was nothing else that could explain it.The thought of Tiffany and the baby she was expecting never existing without me in the picture wasn't possible. All three were a static pair and I had merely reached into the right pocket at the right time and made them mine.The hard truth was, I had stolen someone else's fate, and I was never giving it back.Tiffany and I had been married for one hundred and twenty-five days. I'd proposed to her again with a ring, a bended knee, and even a nice dinner. She hadn't wanted a big party so we made do with a small wedding in a church. I had the date tattooed on my chest, right next to her name.I'd flown to Paris with Tiffany for the weekend getaway, and regretfully, it was our last night tonight."Last night in France." I lowered my head so my lips grazed hers
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TIFFANY WESTI showed up for my doctor's appointment with Elena a few days later. Maybe I was still hesitant to believe I was pregnant. But I was concerned about the bleeding and what it would mean. And I worried about not being on prenatal vitamins, the occasional glass of alcohol I had been taking, and all the rough sex in between. I had to know for sure if everything was okay.As I sat in the waiting room with Elena, I sent Lorenzo a text, just asking if he was okay. Things in Montenegro were still busy, but apparently, Savio had heard from him. Even Dimitri had taken the time to call Elena, but Lorenzo hadn't been responding to my texts or picking up my calls.I swallowed the lump in my throat, as the text showed he'd seen it, but he didn't respond.A nurse with a friendly smile called my name. I wiped my sweaty palm on my dress, returning Elena's reassuring smile, and then followed the nurse inside.Surprisingly, I was already eleven weeks pregnant and everything looked good on t
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TIFFANY WEST As soon as the line of SUVs halted in front of the Russos mansion, I let out a sigh of relief. I'd never thought the day would come when returning to Vegas felt like returning home.I left the SUV with Dario, Milo, and the other guy, Elio, while Savio, Chloe, Leona, and the two other girls rescued from Montenegro rode in the second SUV. Even after stepping on Vegas soil, Savio hasn't been able to get in contact with those he left behind in Montenegro. It worried me. I didn't know what had happened to Lorenzo. I was almost on the patio when the front door burst open. I stopped in my tracks, sending a quiet glance at Milo. Before I could say anything, Elena rushed out, stepping a few inches away from me. Her brown eyes scanned me thoroughly. I had changed earlier on the jet. I was wearing pants and a shirt, but it did little to hide the bruises on my neck, arms, and face.My eyes watered immediately, not from the pain I was feeling though. I wasn't sure why, but I was an
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TIFFANY WESTI woke up on a plush, unfamiliar bed, still dressed in the dress shirt one of Salvatore's men, Ortiz had forced me to wear. My head still pounded as if I had been at a month-long rave, and there was a soft spot that throbbed even harder near my temple.It took a few seconds to blink away the groggy confusion. To remember what happened.I didn't move. I didn't breathe.I took in my surroundings— the expensive furniture, the small space. And something in my brain clicked. Quickly, I scrambled up from the bed, rushing to the curtain covering the small window. I tugged at it, and looking at the window, I froze.Fuck. We were up in the air. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Savio had knocked me out back at Salvatore's mansion. And we just left. We'd just left Lorenzo back there. Surrounded by more reinforcement of Salvatore's men.My eyes glistened, and just as I was about to hurry through the small door, it opened and Dario stepped in. His gaze widened in shock and relief as they found me.
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TIFFANY WEST I felt something cold slip up my back thighs and into the waistband of my lacy panties, but I didn't look. Instead, my eyes were fixed on his moving lips.My brows lifted the instant I could make out his breathless words, but before an emotion could betray me, Lorenzo shoved me hard to his side, my back hurt hard against the wall, and I crashed to the floor.“Get her out of here Salvatore. I don't have the time or patience for a child's game. This has all been entertaining, but let's be honest here: you don't want Reno or any other thing. That's not why you took my brothers and called me here. Family dinner? Fuck don't be ridiculous, tell me what you truly want?”Silence held the air captive once more, and this time it was shattered by Salvatore's dark laughter. “I’ll take back control of Vegas. If only Harold was alive to witness this moment, he'd known it was foolish going against my order and keeping you bastards alive,”“The only bastard was the useless mutt I sent a
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TIFFANY WESTI was a heartbeat away from hysteria. The delirium loomed close, ramping up my pulse as I stared at the old bastard I still couldn't believe was Lorenzo's father. The thick suffocating silence in the air still held Salvatore's threat in place.Tension crackled in every direction as I waited for either Salvatore to take back his threat or Lorenzo to crumble, but neither did. Instead, the two Russos just stared at each other, almost as if they were having a secret conversation through their eyes.All I could do was wait for the spark to ignite the situation into a raging inferno, but the silence stretched into another minute before Lorenzo abruptly pulled up from his chair, silently walking over to the mini bar at the corner to pour himself a drink and then he trekked over the open window, staring into the darkness.“What do you say, son?” Salvatore's voice taunted once more, his eyes shifted to mine. The intense darkness looming within attempted to force me to look away, b
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LORENZO RUSSO Trying to keep my rage at bay was a losing battle. I could feel the rage simmering underneath my skin while my gaze slid from Tiffany's bare feet, up her once flawless thighs to the hem of the overbearing white shirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. She wasn't dressed in the body hug top and jeans she'd been wearing in the video.My fist curled into a tight ball of fury. One I knew too well. One that would only be appeased if someone died right now by my hands.“What the fuck happened to her?” My voice remained calm and controlled as usual. I wasn't one prone to raging outbursts. That was Savio. As aloof as he could be, he was also hot-tempered. “Why the fuck is she wearing that?”“Ortiz was just messing around. Don't get too worked up, nothing drastic happened. She's one feisty little cunt,” Salvatore's explanation didn't sink in. Nothing breached my internal battle.I wanted their blood.I craved their pain and everything torturous every second they breathe
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LORENZO RUSSO“Two at three o'clock,” Dimitri said, his voice low and quiet as they echoed in my ears.“One at ten,” I heard from Dimitri’s capo, Luca, just as I adjusted the little device in my ears.“Three on the balcony at four,” Ronan's voice seeped in as well. He had joined us after escorting Leona and the two girls he had rescued with Savio into one of our jets, and they were already on the way to Las Vegas.I slanted a glance over at Vito from the passenger seat. The car slowed as we reached the corner of Salvatore's street. He had forwarded an address the second our call disconnected.I took out my phone, sending a quick text to Savio. I was fucking worried, I hadn't heard from him since Ronan and he parted ways. I had no idea what the fuck was happening at his end with Frizz, and the younger Duval. He could be in trouble seeing as he wasn't even picking up or hadn't read my previous texts informing him about Salvatore's sudden appearance and Tiffany's and Dario's situation.“
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TIFFANY WESTI sat on one of the chairs in the dining room, cradling my cell in my hand while I stared at the sheer curtains billowing in front of an open glass door leading outside. I could barely see the faint outline of the deck chairs, the beach umbrella, and the corner of the pool. There were Lorenzo's men at every corner, and I honestly doubt anyone could successfully get past the mansion doors even if there was an attack, yet Lorenzo's words kept troubling me.I sighed, glancing at the time. It was almost eight, and the darkness outside made me grow more anxious. Stefano was a significant foot away from me; he was leaning against the wall, staring out into the darkness while Dario had joined the men outside twenty minutes ago, and I couldn't stop thinking about Lorenzo, debating whether I should call Lorenzo or not. I was going crazy with worry, I needed to hear his voice and know he was okay.Finally, I made up my mind to give him a call. But my worry only intensified as I lis
