“You can't see her before the wedding!" Helena said with a smile to Viso who still didn't understand why this bitch started acting good with him. He thought it was a trap but after that day when her ugly potato bit His nose, he suddenly stopped in his mission to torture Viso. In fact, that Satan's son actually started behaving like a tolerable tiny human being. That surely made Viso's days peaceful.And in return, it became a little easy for Viso to act like a good man for his unwanted guests. "But I have something important to give her," He said to Helena who squinted her eyes at Him. "Give it to me, I will hand it over to her. Rituals are rituals, Mr D'Angelo. It's a bad omen if you see her before the wedding. And Isabel believes in all these rituals wholeheartedly."Viso wanted to push her away from his way and see His innocent angel. But He controlled His urge and looked at Helena questionably, "Her beliefs are important to me. Fine, I won't see her before the wedding. But give
Viso eyed the Ugly Potato walking with Isabel towards Him. He was irritated but happy as well. Irritated seeing Satan's son close to His bride and happy because he was bringing Isabel to him. Bloody Kid!Viso ignored that three feet kid and focused his attention on the walking goddess. Although He couldn't see her face as she had a veil on but her body was enticing him. She was the goddess of beauty and He was the hungry beast who wanted to quench his thirst and soak his parched throat by drinking her fine beauty. With every step she was taking towards him his heart was beating a thousand times faster. He waited for days, weeks and months, but now the wait of a few hours was getting on his nerves. Stai Calmo, Viso. Don't get too eager. She will be yours soon. Very very soon. With every step Isabel took toward Viso, she dreamt of their beautiful future filled with love, laughter and family. Isabel's heart was full of love for her dream man. The ceremony was kept private by Viso on he
The reception was going on in full blast. Everything was magical for Isabel. The ceremony, even though small, was exactly how Isabel wanted it to be. Being in Viso's arms as they did their first dance as husband and wife felt as if she was swooning over in the arms of the stars. "You are beautiful, Cara. You don't know how happy I am today," Viso whispered as they moved on the soft beats of music played for them. Isabel forgot all about the world and remembered only one name, Viso d'Angelo. Her Husband."I love you too, Viso," She whispered, emotions dancing in her eyes as she smiled at him. Viso's eyes darkened and He joined their lips together. For a moment, Isabel stiffened, recalling another kiss a few minutes ago. The moment was so embarrassing that she wanted to hide away from the teasing eyes of the guests. Her cheeks turned beetroot as this kiss revoked the memory of the kiss after their wedding vows when the priest asked Viso to kiss the bride. Viso attacked her lips like
Viso was clenching and unclenching his jaws in anger. The Cuban cigar in his mouth was not doing anything to calm him in fact it was enraging him. He was waiting for this moment for months, dammit He even married her for sex but she was on her menstrual cycle. Viso couldn't understand how to cope up with this thing! He was celibate from the past two months for fuck sake.They came to his room together half an hour ago and she didn't even allow him to kiss her. Knowing that she was on her menstrual cycle, He felt…Viso was confused. He should feel disgusted. He used to feel like this with his whores and never wanted to be close to them during this time but with Isabel, He wanted nothing but to be close to her. If they can't have sex then He would want to have oral. She could give him oral, couldn't she? Even a handjob from her would ease the tension in his body. But He knew that she would never be comfortable with either of these things. Not so soon at least. She was an innocent dove
Isabel’s eyes were opened wide and she was staring at the ceilings with shock and numb body. Never in her life had she thought that she would experience this kind of pleasure and too from a man like Viso, her husband. She wanted to push him but her hands froze on his head as He was sucking and licking her, pulling her over the edge of the unknown. Isabel greedily grabbed a deep breath, stuttering. “Viso….viso..” she didn't know what to say as her husband was taking her to the peak of euphoria. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and lust too. Viso looked up at her heaving chest and her flushed face without giving her a lopsided smirk. “Yes Cara! Moan my name like this. Because I am going to give you your first ever orgasm.” She fluttered her lashes in excitement hearing his sexy and husky voice. Viso flicked his tongue over her clitoris and hummed in pleasure. “You taste so fucking sweet, Isabel.” He grunted as He parted her legs wide open making her hiccup. Isabel left his hea
Isabel blinked a few times as she looked at the place in front of her. "Viso, what are we doing here?" She asked slowly, her cheeks turned as red as tomatoes. It's been Three days since they got married, there had not been a moment when she was normal or confident like before. She had been blushing ever since her wedding night because her husband had been doing naughty and kinky things to her which she never ever imagined. After their wedding night, she was sore but He didn't leave her alone. He was obsessed with her, her body but when Isabel asked him to let her rest He listened to her but still never left any skin contact with her. Though He didn't do sex after that whole night but He taught her things like how to cuddle without clothes, shower together, eat breakfast naked and so much more. Isabel could say He was a shameless gentleman with all the things He had done to her in the last three days. But this was something she didn't expect from him. She didn't know how to react to
"I think you don't want to know the name of your father's killer, Miss Ruiz."That deep voice broke the numbness that appeared in Isabel's mind. She clutched her phone tightly in her hand, "Who are you?" Isabel demanded the man. She wanted to know who this man was and from where He suddenly appeared. Is he Patrick? The owner of the club she was sold into? But where did he get her number from? Raw fear grabbed her heart as she recalled the mafia boss was still after her. "Is it important for you to know Who I am, Isabel?" The man asked as he once again broke her thoughts. "It is! I don't trust every random caller, Mr," Isabel said shortly. "I am trying to help you, Miss Ruiz and you are being rude to me."“I have been looking for my father's culprit for years but found nothing and out of the blue I receive your call. I find your help hard to digest, Mr. And if you are really interested in helping me then tell me your identity and prove that you really know something!" Isabel bit her
Isabel smiled seeing her husband sleeping beside her. After they returned home, they had dinner together and Viso put her in his arms without saying anything. The peace Isabel felt in his arms after the phone call, the lovemaking after understanding each other without saying anything was also needed for both of them that moment. The euphoria her husband gave her calmed her tired mind. But while Viso slept peacefully, Isabel couldn't do the same. Her mind was still on the phone call and the pictures Devin sent her. She couldn't believe those photos but the doubt was still lurking in her mind after seeing the second photo. Isabel sighed as she picked her phone and once again opened the picture. You can't do that Papa. You can't, she thought as she kept staring at the picture but turned her attention to Viso when He moaned in his sleep. She quickly closed her phone, rested it on the nightstand and turned to her husband who was sweating badly while turning and tossing on the bed. He