LorenzoMegan groans in protest and I smile wider. " Come on Lorenzo, that's not fair. " She complains, her eyes lidded with desire and unconcealed lust. " I have never been a fair person, Babydoll. Not with this insanely gorgeous body of yours. " I reply, my eyes going to her pink pussy lips which are now glistening with her juices. I am tempted to taste that sweet hole. To lick her juices clean and make her cum on my tongue. But first, she will have to beg me to slam my cock inside her waiting sweetness. She moans and I watch her hips rise. She is desperate to have me inside her, but I will not let her have me so easily. " Let's see how many orgasms you can reward me with, Mia cara. " I whisper devilishly, my lips breathing hot air on her sweetness. Megan arches her back as she starts grinding herself against my face." Good girl, that's it. Grind your needy pussy against me. " I encourage her, my hands gripping her waist tightly.Megan's breathing becomes faster, her body shak
Javier “ Are you listening or what?” My mother's voice snaps me from my little trance. I turn to look at her, not hiding my annoyance. “ Of course I'm listening but I don't want to talk about that loser.” I reply,groaning. My mother assured me that she had everything planned with Hunter Gambino but that guy was taken down by Lorenzo. I don't give a fucking shit about his life. If anything, I want to go and excavate his body and put two more bullets on his head. That bastard thought that he could lay his hands on Megan. I hate him for that. “Tell me something mother, did you know about his plans to use Megan?” I ask. My mother looks away as a sign of guilt. “I don't believe you mother, how could you let him lay his hands on my woman?” I snap annoyed. “Your woman? Are you crazy Javier? when you realize that you are no longer married to her?” As if I want to hear it, my mother reminds me of the bitter reality of my life. “I don't care whether we are divorced or not. She's my woma
Lorenzo I look at the woman sitting across from me. I don't know what to make of her words. I don't believe my nephew is stupid enough to start recruiting new people to help him take me down. Didn't he learn from what happened to Hunter Gambino?I don't believe either that of all people,he thought he could convince Red to join his little stupid fight.“You don't look fazed Lorenzo.” She says,a smile lingering on her face.I am not fazed, just surprised. After all, Harriet has been doing everything to make sure that stupid son of hers takes over the Massimo family.“Do I need to?” I shrug nonchalantly. I thought that with Hunter Gambino dead those two would know how to behave, it seems like I underestimated their greed of power.“So what do you plan to do with this information?” Red asks and I smirk.“The question should be what do you plan to do with this information, not me. I helped you deal with Hunter Gambino. It is your time to play your cards right.”She cocks her brows at my w
MeganI followed behind Lorenzo as he led me down the stairwell passing through rooms with open doors, displaying what was going in there. My ears burned when we passed through a woman in bed with three men having a menage. One man was pumping his jugular into her wanting p*ssy while the other sucked her breasts. The last man had his eyes closed as the woman sucked his cock,a pure sight of erotica.I pressed my thighs together and averted my gaze only to find Lorenzo staring at me keenly." You Love that?" He asks and I look away, embarrassed that he caught me staring." Look at me, Megan. Do you like being shared?" He pressed.Do I like being shared? Definitely not. I might be curious but that's all. Menage is not my thing.I shook my head in denial. " Just fascinated." I replied. The loud moans from the woman and the looks on pleasure on those men as they took what she could offer then was...intriguing.We reached the door leading to the dungeon, which was located downstairs. I gulp
" Lorenzo please." She begs and I smile triumphantly. This here,is the most erotic picture I have ever seen. What's more fulfilling is that only I can see her like this. So vulnerable and exposed and begging for my junk to fill hers." Patience,baby doll." I say before stepping down from the bed. I retrieve my next items and walk back, kneeling besides her. She is writhing and groaning as the balls vibrate deep inside her wet slits.She is taking everything well so far and her reactions show that she is enjoying this game as much as I am. But I still have some tricks up my sleeves." Do you remember our first night together?" I ask as I pull on the string. The ball attached to it pops out of her and lands on the bed, her essence dripping on the covers." How could I forget." She says and I smile, pleased at her answer.I bring it to her swollen nub ànd press it there and she jerks up, a moan escaping her lips. I rub the ball around her clit in small circles and watch her body shudder
LorenzoLast night was wonderful if I have to say the least. When I brought the idea of tying Megan into my bed, I thought she would be grossed out, quite the contrary she seemed intrigued by the idea. I never thought she would like it but her reaction last night told me she did. Or should I say she enjoyed herself way too much. At some point I lost count of how many times we did it. Then I cuddled her till morning. The only thing I regret is not telling her how much she means to me. I should have bared my heart to her and told her that I love her but I chickened at the last minute. I don't know why though. Maybe it's the fear of being rejected or maybe what Red talked to me about. I haven't figured out why she told me that. Then my suspicions made me ask her about her mother. If there's something I learnt last night, it is that Megan’s father keeps her mother’s identity hidden. Although she passed away, as per him, he never took her to her grave. According to Megan, they moved he
I rushed through the exit door, my tears blurring my vision.I have never felt so humiliated all my life. It's funny how people can change in a span of time. The last time I was here with Lorenzo, the old man was all smiles and happy that I was married to lorenzo. Today however, the look on his face was one of pure disgust. Helooked at me as if I was nothing, a nobody. When Lorenzo announced that I was previously married to Javier, he looked at me as if I am something worthless. That stung and before I could embarrass myself, I ran away. I retrieve my wipes from my handbag and clean my face. I don't want to cry before the others but there is just too much I can endure before I break down. The sound of footsteps approaching me force me to calm down. “I thought you knew what you were signing for when you got married to someone like Lorenzo. Now you can't even stand his own family criticizing you?” a familiar voice says from behind me and I turn around to face Red. After our last enc
MeganSitting across me is Katalina who is sipping on her drink while casting an inquisitive look at me. When I woke up in the morning with Lorenzo gone without even a goodbye, I realized that I wasn't going to settle my mind until I talked to someone. I called Katalina and requested she meet me at a nearby cafe.Now, here we are,facing each other yet I don't know if I have the courage to talk about my uncertainties and fears. “Something bothering you?” Katalina asks after waiting for me to spill the beans. I sigh heavily. I don't know if this should even be a topic of discussion but I also feel like I need someone to help me make the right decision. I don't think I am in a position to do that. “Megan, you know you can always tell me anything. I am your friend.” Katalina reminds me and I offer her a polite smile. “I know.” I say sipping on my orange juice. I had the urge to head down to the bar and drink myself into a stupor but I held myself back. I need my sanity at this point.
LORENZO’S POVA month later.The Chicago airport buzzes with life—travelers rushing past, flight announcements echoing overhead, and the occasional wail of an impatient child. I stand near the arrival gate, hands in my pockets, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.It’s been a long week. No, a long month.After I regained my strength, I took off to Chicago to check on my business and for that one month, I had a lot to deal with.Thankful, everything went as planned.But today, things change, no work today. I was here for my two most precious people in the whole world, who I could give anything for.I check my watch for what must be the tenth time in the last five minutes as I wait, my sunglasses on.I want to feel annoyed but I can't with the thought of my two women coming.Megan’s flight has landed nearly half an hour ago, but customs can take forever. I exhale sharply, glancing toward the exit where passengers are trickling through.Then I see them.Elena is the first to sp
LORENZO’S POVIt has been almost two weeks since I came home with Megan, her house and I don't regret coming here. If I must be honest, then this was the best decision ever.I have a lot of time to spend with my cute little doll and Megan and today, we are out to a park after out little doll force us to take her there.Fortunately, I have been gaining my strength or else I would have turned into a laughing thing to my intelligent doll.If someone had told me that out of all the things I’d faced—ruthless enemies, gunfights, betrayals—the most difficult challenge would be a tiny, four-year-old girl with my blood in her veins who is now standing in front of me, her hands on her waist and ready for a challenge, I would have laughed. Hard.The park is livelier than I expected today. Well, maybe it is as I don't come this other side. Children run in every direction, their laughter blending with the chirping of birds perched on tall, leafy trees. The scent of fresh-cut grass mingles with
LORENZO'S POVI stare into her eyes, unable to look away as emotions rush in like a tide I can’t control.If someone had told me there would come a time when I couldn't mask my emotions because of love, I would have laughed in their face and thought them a fool.But here I am, stripped bare, completely exposed—because of this woman who owns my damn heart. Only God knows how much I care for her and our little angel.I owe her everything for giving me something so pure, so untouched by the darkness I live in.She blushes under my intense gaze, shifting slightly in her seat. "You should stop staring."A slow smirk spreads across my face, widening as the color deepens on her cheeks. The sight of it makes me want to get out of this damn hospital bed, take her somewhere private, and show her exactly how much I want her. Need her. Crave her."And you should stop blushing," I counter, my voice low, teasing.Her blush intensifies, and I swear she looks edible—like something only I should be al
LORENZO'S POVI was in a dream.I knew because Megan and Elena were with me—alive, warm, and laughing.Snowflakes danced in the air, landing on my skin like whispers of a forgotten life. The world was bright, crisp, and full of laughter, the kind I hadn’t heard in a long time.“Daddy! Look! I can fly!” Elena’s voice rang out, high and thrilled, as she sped past me on her skis, arms spread wide like tiny wings. Her dark curls peeked from beneath her beanie, her cheeks flushed with excitement.“Be careful, darling, or even your father won’t be able to save you from me when you're done!” Megan teased, panting beside me, her gloved fingers brushing mine as she adjusted her scarf.“I will, Mama!” Elena’s giggles carried over the snow, pure and free.I didn’t want to wake up.Because in my waking world, they weren’t there.The ache in my chest was a familiar, gnawing thing. How had I made it this far without them? How had I learned to breathe in a world where Megan’s touch and Elena’s laugh
MEGAN'S POVI watch helplessly as Rael beats Lorenzo, turning him black and blue. Blood pours from his body, and he’s stopped moving. The pain swirling in my chest is unbearable."Please stop!" I shout, but the more I scream, the harder Rael strikes, and the harder Elena cries.The water is now at the level of her stomach, and her voice is faint. She’s trembling, fighting the rising fear. Elena has always been strong, but I can see the fear in her eyes, and I don’t know what to say to make her feel better. She’s watching her father whom she only saw in pictures be beaten as if he were nothing more than a fly.Rael’s cruelty knows no bounds. He’s using a poisoned dagger to cut Lorenzo, knowing that just one cut would be enough to make the poison spread. Lorenzo—the man I love, the one who would move mountains to get to me. The man who would do anything to make me stay by his side, even if it meant making me sign a contract. And now, he’s dying in front of me."Didn't you say that you w
LORENZO'S POVThe sight of Megan tied to a pole and my little daughter floating in a small tank, slowly filling with water, was the first thing my eyes landed on as we defeated the last group of thugs preventing us from reaching them.“Save mama, save me!” Elena cried, and my heart almost stopped.Megan didn't say anything, but I could see the tears and the dejection in her eyes. She avoided looking at me, and that hurt even more.But who was this man, and why had he taken my wife and child?“Who are you?” I asked, trying to concentrate.If I wanted to save them, I needed to think straight and not be distracted.“Oh, you don’t know me? Not surprising, though, because I made sure to keep a low profile until I was strong enough to take you on. Six years, Lorenzo! I’ve waited for this day for six years!” He said, and again, I couldn’t place his face.I took a step forward, but he immediately pointed his gun at Megan.“One more step, and this bullet goes through her heart,” he said, and I
MEGAN’S POVI felt a knot of fear tighten in my stomach when the man smiled after hearing the gunshots. At such a moment, I expected him to be shaken, maybe even worried, but instead, he grinned, as if everything was going according to his plan."What's happening? Where are you taking me?" I shouted, struggling to resist, but he only chuckled and gave me a look that sent chills down my spine.It was a look of superiority, like a parent watching a child, a toddler, who thought they could get away with something they had no business doing. It was condescending, and in that moment, I felt small—like a fish trapped in a tank. His tank. I could see the way he looked at me, knowing I was struggling, knowing I was going to die. And there was nothing I could do to change it. All my feeble attempts at resistance would amount to nothing.I was afraid. Terrified. Not for myself, but for Elena. I didn't want to die, not without knowing she would be okay."Please, Mr. Gambino," I begged, my voice
MEGAN’S POVEverything in me hurts.The right side of my face, where that brute hit me, is swollen, and it feels like he dislocated my jaw. My throat burns from shouting, and my heart aches with fear. What have they done to my baby?“Elena? Give me back my baby!” I shout again, slamming my hands against the door. The pain in my hands is unbearable now, from repeating the motion over and over. But still, there’s no response.It’s as if no one on the other side cares about what I’m saying.I don’t know how long it’s been since that man left, but no one has come in. The silence around me is suffocating.I sink down onto the cold floor, and the tears flow without my control. Why would anyone kidnap me? Is it because of Lorenzo again? But the first time this happened, I was alone. Now, I have Elena with me. What if they hurt her?“Please, God, if you really exist, and you can hear me, please save my baby. Don’t let them hurt her. Please keep her safe, Lord. I promise, if you do, I will don
LORENZO’S POV“It’s all your fault.” Angelo shouts immediately we are back at our temporary meeting place. Angelo’s voice is raw with anger, shaking with the force of his rage. His fists clench at his sides, his eyes burning into me with unfiltered hatred. “Six years ago, she almost died, and now we’re here again. I blame you for all of this!” He shouts, a glare fixed on his face. I don’t argue. I don’t even lift my head.Because he’s right.Megan is in this mess because of me.If it weren’t for the fact that—My phone vibrates in my hand, a sharp intrusion into the suffocating silence between us. I glance at the screen.Hugo.I answer immediately. “Hugo?”“Boss, we lost the trail.” His voice is tight, frustrated. “It’s like they’re toying with us. We also found another note.”A notification chimes before he can finish, and I already know what it is. My stomach twists as I open the image.Same paper. Same handwriting.Lorenzo,Loving it so far?How does it feel?A taunt. A reminder.