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“That's right, baby, take all of me.” He growls as he bites down on his lower lip, thrusting his hips. My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan. I struggle to breathe as he gives me every inch of his rigid cock, and I take it without resisting. I want him, I need every delicious inch he has to offer, filling my mouth. We mark each other in our most intimate places, claiming one another as my nude lipstick smears across the base of his cock. A forewarning to all the skanks that this man is mine. Saliva tinged with premium pre-cum slides down the side of my mouth, down my chin and lands on my breasts. I swirl the tip of my tongue over the mushroom of his cock, slowly gliding the tip of my tongue along his throbbing vein along his shaft as I take him in my mouth, inch by inch. “Cazzo, Ivy.” His grip tightens on my hair, leaving a wake of pain. “So good, so… Fucking good…” He moans hoarsely. I continue to lick and suck him, placing my hand at the base of his shaft, and I stroke hi
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-FIVE.
His brows knit together, “to keep my bed warm?” He mutters, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my cheekbone. I swallow thickly as I gaze into his clear blue eyes and lose myself in the depths of their beauty. “Mmmhmm.” A ghostly smirk curls on the corner of his mouth, “that’s not what I have planned for you, amore mio.” I sighed with relief as I start to feel tired all of a sudden. “You know, I’m pretty disappointed that you tore my thong into pieces.” I watch him throw the cloth into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll replace them. Though, it would save me a lot of money if you just skip wearing underwear altogether.” He places his arms on either side of my body, caging me in his embrace, and he winks at me. I snort, “It would save you money if you had a little self-restraint and stopped tearing them flush from my body like a hormonal schoolboy.” “I. Was. In. Control.” He states smugly, “are you proud of me?” Leanin
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-SIX.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. Nervously fiddling with my gold-plated cuff links, I wait at the bottom of the staircase for Ivy to make her grand entrance. I turn my head to the side and peer down at Savannah. She endlessly spins around in a circle, playing with the puffy skirt of her dress, giggling. One corner of my mouth kicks up as my heart skips a beat. Knowing that my blood courses through her veins don’t make me love her more than I did before I found out. She has had all my love from the get-go, and I have loved her fiercely as if she were my own. Savannah is the only heir to the Valentino empire but first, I need to pick out all the weeds before I allow her to take over. I move my shirt's collar to the side by hooking my index finger through it. I feel like I'm suffocating. I hate attending these formal fundraiser galas. Mixing and mingling with people is not my forté. But I understand that it must be done, and this time around, it shouldn't feel too crucial as m
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-SEVEN.
The sleek, black SUV glides to a graceful halt just outside the magnificent grand hotel. Its tyres whispering against the pavement, the only sound breaking the stillness of the evening. The vehicle exudes an air of power and sophistication, its polished exterior gleaming under the glow of the streetlights. As the engine purrs to a stop, the dazzling flashes of a dozen cameras flicker. Alessandro shifts to look at me, “are you ready, Farfalla?” He asks me with a look of uncertainty crossing his handsome face. Anxiety slowly starts to lick my feverish skin with the niggling sensation of anticipation of what the night is to bring. I look at Savannah, who currently has her face pressed against the tinted window, gazing outside. I nod my head, “yes,” I whisper. “Let's get the show on the road.” I smile nervously as my hands start to sweat. Alessandro nods his head with a scowl on his monotonous face. “ If the night gets too much for you and you want to leave, let me know and
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-EIGHT.
After Riccardo went around the block for the third time, he brought the vehicle to a standstill for the second time tonight. And like the first time, Alessandro waits for me outside the vehicle with his hand extended. Clenching my jaw, I place my hand in his with no hesitation, no deep breaths and no second-guessing. He assists me in exiting the vehicle, and the entire time, all I can think about is avoiding tripping over my gown and collapsing. When both of my feet safely land on the red carpet, I privately sigh with relief while externally flashing the brightest, toothiest smile I can muster despite the dazzling lights blinding me. As Alessandro wraps his hand around my waist, he draws me closer to him and kisses the top of my head. “You are bellissimo inside and out, amore mio. And now the world is going to know that you are mine.” He mutters as his lips linger over my pebbling flesh. I blush, blinking back tears, and try not to scoff at his description of me being beauti
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTY-NINE.
Upon entering the lavish hotel building, some random woman saunters directly towards us and blocks our path with a heated look blazing in her eyes. She slips her hand inside Alessandros' tuxedo jacket and rests her palm over his beating heart as she reaches him. “Don Valentino, it’s been a while.” She hums with sexual seduction. My eyes grow large as I steal a glance in Alessandros’ direction, taking note that his features harden and his eyes slightly narrow as he drinks her in. “Ciara.” He says in a hoarsely clipped manner. I direct my attention to this Ciara woman, scorned with jealousy. There is no denying that she is drop-dead gorgeous. She oozes elegance and if I were to use the word beautiful to try to describe her, it would be a serious offence for an understatement of the century. Her high cheekbones accentuate her slender monolid eyes with her perfectly shaped brows. Natural blonde curls frame her oval-shaped face with a low tip bridged nose that looks like it's
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SEVENTY.
We all gather around the dinner table, Alessandro sits on my right, Savannah on my left, and Mrs DeLuca glares at me from across the table. As our meals are placed in front of us, I poke and move the fancy food around my plate. I no longer have an appetite to eat anything, even though the food smells amazing. Sitting in silence, I drink the red wine that is being served with the food. Alesssandros’ voice lingers in the room as he converses with the people sitting around our table. He does not attempt to include me in his conversation, and I'm grateful because I'm paying no attention to what is being said, and I twist my body giving my full attention to Savannah. She is so well-behaved, guilt seeps into the branches of my heart because there have been a few moments where I’ve forgotten that she is present. “How's the food, my love?” I ask her in a hushed tone, trying to keep the slight slur interlacing with my words. I'm such a lightweight when it comes to consuming alcohol
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SEVENTY-ONE.
“Excuse me?” I step out of his embrace. My temper has been aroused, and it's hard to contain after all the alcohol I have consumed. My body feels like it is floating, my mind cloudy and my core dripping. I lick my lips, “stay away from that Ciara bitch, then.” I hiss, placing my hands on my hips. His left eye twitches as his jaw tightens. “It's not like that.” I chuckle with venom, shaking my head. “Are you trying to tell me that you haven't fucked her?” His hands clench and unclench at his sides. “No. And I don't want to.” He takes a step towards me. I take two back, “don't.” I snap. “Don't fucking touch me!” I brush past him, exiting the ballroom, and I walk straight towards the exit of the building. He follows me in hot pursuit, his footsteps are heavy with determination, telling me that there is no escaping him. He doesn’t utter a word or breathe my name, and it makes my skin prick with annoyance. A large part of me wants him to call my name and make a scene to sh
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