Emilia~"Say it!" Marcelo growled, throwing me roughly onto his bed.One by one, he ripped every piece of clothing from my body, until I was laying bare before him. My entire body trembled, and my pussy ached with a kind of need I've never felt before."Never!" I replied defiantly, watching his eyes darken with lust.He suddenly grabbed me by my neck, lifting me off the bed. A whimper left my lips, as he literally dragged me to the front of a large mirror.No matter how much I struggled to get out of his hold, it only seemed to agitate him further. There was no escaping him.He now had my two arms in a lock, behind me. I could feel his hardness pressing up against my ass, and it made my heart race even faster."Say it, Emilia!" He urged again, bringing his free hand down to my breast. He squeezed it firmly, eliciting a moan from me."No!" I cried out, clamping my thighs together. Despite the fact that I was dripping wet, I chose to keep it from him. He doesn't have to know the effec
Emilia~Its been two days since I turned myself in, two days of being locked up in a holding cell, but I wasn't complaining. I was beginning to like it here.Here, I was definitely going to be out of Marcelo's reach. It was all I could ever ask for.My knees bounced nervously, and I resisted the urge to bite my nails, as I sat waiting in an investigation room. A detective was seated just across from me, sending a piercing gaze my way."So you killed someone?" He asked, and bit of skepticism in his tone."I did!" "...and when did this happen?" He asked again, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose."Just a couple nights ago." I answered him, as my mind flashed back to that night for a moment."Care to explain how it happened? Maybe tell me why you did it?" He pressed on.My eyes zeroed in on the ID card hanging from his left, breast pocket. I was able to read his name from there; Detective Jon. C. Grayson."I already told you guys before. I was drunk." I lied, not wanting to
Emilia~The journey back to the mansion was a rather silent one, as neither of us made any attempt to speak to each other.Marcelo's eyes were fixated on the road in front of us, as he drove at a speed that showed how furious he was. I could tell he was pissed from the way his grip hardened on the steering wheel, and how his jaw kept clenching.I had to stop myself from screaming in fear, every time he narrowly escaped hitting someone or something with his car. It was impossible to tell if he was only driving like that because he was pissed, or he was just such a terrible driver.Soon enough, we arrived at the mansion, where a number of heavily armed men were patrolling the perimeters. I couldn't help but notice that he had doubled his security, probably to prevent me from slipping through his fingers again.He turned off the car's engine, immediately we were pulled over in his private garage. The tension between us got even thicker, and I knew he had something to say, as much as I d
Marcelo~I was just fourteen years old, when I witnessed my first murder.I had just returned from school to see my parents arguing over something I had no idea about.My father wasn't around much, but whenever he did come around, things often got a little ...out of hand. He would sometimes go physical on my mom, and there wasn't really anything my fourteen years old self could do about it.That fateful day, I watched my mother fall down from the balcony, two storeys high. My father had just pushed her to her death, and not a single expression of remorse was written on his face.I remembered how terrified I was, when his eyes landed on me. I instantly began to realize why he and my mother fought so much. She was trying to protect me from him."This is all your fault, boy!" He said to me, pointing to my mother's lifeless body."She'd have still been alive, if she just handed you over to me." He said.The cops came to investigate, and my father threatened me into covering up his crime.
Emilia~My jaw literally hung open, at the sight of the aircraft in front of me. I hadn't realized just how large a helicopter really is. It was quite noisy too."What's the matter? Never seen a chopper before?" Marcelo asked me with a smug grin on his face.I turned to give him my hardest glare."I'm not going anywhere near THAT!" I told him, folding my arms in a defiant manner.My hair and dress were flying all over the place, as a result of how much wind were coming from the giant, scary, spinning blades. I believe those are called "propellers". Marcelo seemed to be used to it though.I had never been on any aircraft before, because I never had any reason to leave the borders of Los Angeles, all my life. This was all new and even a little scary to me.Why was he taking me to Sicily? Was I going to be changed by the same thing that changed him too? What exactly was my life going to be like?A yelp escaped my lips, as Marcelo was suddenly lifting me off the ground, and over his shou
Marcelo~"You brought her here??" Dante shrieked, as I tried to focus on the paperwork in front of me.He surely wasn't one to take a hint and shut the fuck up. Suddenly, breaking his jaw again, didn't seem like a bad idea."Father's going to be so pissed!" He continued, making me slam my hand against the desk."Father is not here, is he?" I asked him with a pointed glare."There's no way for him to know anything, unless of course, you tell him." I accused.Dante didn't even have the guts to deny being father's little spy. He just let out a scoff, but I knew him too well. I'd always known him for what he does best; licking our father's ass. "You're making a big mistake, Marcelo. Father's going to come for you soon enough." He threatened."Of course. And I presume you'll be around to pledge your undying loyalty to him, as he delivers his ultimate punishment to me." I replied, my tone filled with heavy sarcasm.Dante suddenly stood up from where he had been seated. He took a few steps
Emilia~As expected, I woke up to find the space beside me empty. Marcelo had already woken up, and was probably out to work, leaving me alone in this huge mansion."Good morning, blue eyes!" Maybe I spoke too soon, because I turned to see a very naked Marcelo, standing just few feet away. Judging from his wet hair, I could tell he had just came right out of the shower.My eyes roamed his naked body without me even being conscious of what I was doing. I couldn't get myself to stop drinking in his perfect, god-like appearance.Everything from his sharp jawbone, to his broad, muscular shoulders. Fuck! The inkings on his body were becoming my new favorite thing to see, despite the fact that I never actually loved inkings. His chest and abs looked like they were works of a refined, experienced sculptor. If only I could just..."Looking at me like that is sure to get you in trouble, Em!" He said, before slowly wrapping a towel around his lower body.I could see he was in a hurry to head o
Emilia~I sat at the far end of the table, away from Marcelo, as we had our breakfast in silence.Only the sound of our cutleries hitting the plates could be heard throughout the whole dining hall, as I desperately tried to avoid any form of eye contact with him. Memories of the nasty things we did to each other a few hours ago, were all I could think of. It made my face flush in embarrassment.I didn't hold back my screams of pleasure, and I felt like the whole mansion heard everything. A kitchen staff walked in to clear up some of our used plates and refill our glasses of water. My eyes accidentally met with Marcelo's, and I immediately averted my gaze.I kept stabbing at the piece of bacon on my plate, till the kitchen staff left. That was when Marcelo finally broke the silence."Nobody heard anything." He stated, as if hearing my thoughts."There's no need to be embarrassed." If it was even possible, my face heated up some more at his words. I sometimes hated how he could read
Emilia~"I know you want to try it on." Marcelo whispered from behind me, as I stared at a dress that I found to be really provocative.I wondered who in their right minds would want to wear something like that."What? Me? No way!" I blurted out, as I was being pulled from my train of thoughts.My face was already turning red in embarrassment, and Marcelo wasn't helping with how he stared at me."It will look perfect on you." He persisted, coming closer to me.I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he brushed up against me from behind.Dirty glances were cast our way, by a few people who also seemed to be shopping. However, the staff were busy directing them away from us."I'll look like a slut in it." I argued, frowning at a mental image of myself in the said dress.I was snapped back to the present, at the feeling of Marcelo's hardness poking my butt. I was suddenly starting to feel so much heat, despite the fact that the entire place was well ventilated."Mmm... imagine how ea
Emilia~It's been over twenty minutes since Martinez left me by myself in this car. I was growing increasingly impatient and upset, not knowing if I should keep waiting, or go drag him out myself.Something tells me he's doing this because of Marcelo. He probably doesn't want to risk getting on Marcelo's bad side again, so he's intentionally avoiding me.He was supposed to drive me to the clothe store, as I really wanted to get something for Chloe. It's been two days now, and I haven't given her anything decent to wear.Deciding I'd wasted enough time waiting for Martinez, I made up my mind to go into the house and fish him out.However, just as the thought occurred to me, the driver's door suddenly clicked open. Instead of Martinez, a smiling Marcelo ushered himself into the vehicle, much to my surprise.I frowned at him, wanting an explanation for what was going on."Martinez won't be able to make it." He stated.The smug look on his face really pissed me off, and I tried to imagine
Emilia~"You kidnapped her?!" I shrieked in disbelief, at a smug looking Marcelo."What? Martinez is allowed to help, and I'm not?" He asked, before casually walking into the room."Doesn't seem fair." I glared at him, as my sister kept struggling on the chair and letting out muffled screams. I was willing to bet that she was swearing alot."Damn...she's a lot feistier than I remember." Marcelo remarked, as he bent down beside my Chloe, to look her in the eyes.The latter made several attempt to break free from her restraints, and probably jump on him. She was like a very angry, rabid dog."What if the police hears of this, or worse..." I questioned, feeling my anxiety get the better of me."...her people decides to come looking for her?" Marcelo let out a scoff, like I had just said the most ridiculous thing. He stood back up, to his full height, before walking towards me."You have very little faith in me, Em!" He whispered, just within a few inches from my ear."Nobody is coming
Emilia~Deciding that I had spent enough time in the bathtub, I carefully crept out, dropping water onto the bathroom floor.I reached for a nearby towel, which I used to dry my hair thoroughly. The blow-dryer would have been a better option, but I've always had a phobia of that device.I hummed softly to myself, as I casually wrapped another towel around my lower body, before deciding to exit the bathroom.I stepped into my main bedroom, and I was instantly startled by the sight of a very shirtless Marcelo, sitting on the bed, with a copy of my magazines in his hand.He raised up his head to grin at me, and my stomach instantly did a somersault. What does he want now?Feeling self-conscious of the fact that I was in nothing but a towel, I shifted my weight from one feet to the other, not really knowing how to react."I brought a peace offering." He announced, holding up a white plastic bag.Really? Ice-cream? I arched an eyebrow, as he unveiled the contents of the plastic bag. He wa
Marcelo~"Get out of the way, Em!" I growled.Emilia stood protectively in front of Martinez, stopping me from putting a bullet in his brain.I don't like to be disobeyed, and even my own consigliere was not an exception. He knew the rules, but still went ahead to break them. I'm pretty sure he was prepared for the consequences that are bound to follow."You'll have to kill me first." Emilia spat defiantly, stepping closer to me.I'd admit that I was a little taken aback by her sudden boldness, as I had never seen her step up to me...at least, not in this manner. It made me a little jealous of the fact that she was willing to put her life on the line for another man; another man that wasn't me.The tension in the room thickened, and nobody dared to utter a word, or even so much as breathe the wrong way. A number of my men were gathered, all watching and waiting to see how I'd handle this case of clear disregard on my authority. Even Isabella was watching with keen interest.Taking in
Emilia~"Sorry!" I muttered, as I hurriedly brushed past a number of people.I simultaneously kept my eyes on Chloe, as she kept moving even faster. Her blonde hair kept blowing in the wind, making her a little easier to spot.Every once in a while, she'd look back and see me closing in on her. She would then resort to hurling any object she can find around, right at me. She had gotten quite crafty, I'd give her that."Can you just..." I groaned out in frustration, as I jumped over a trash can that she hurled at me.At this point, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to find my way back to Martinez. I had been running a really long way from the bar."...stop for a moment?!" I screamed at the top of my already burning lungs, as I watched Chloe run into where seemed to be an old, abandoned building.I followed her without thinking twice, and I found out that it had another door leading to the backyard. Immediately I stepped through the said door, I was hit on the head by something tha
Emilia~I didn't know there were suburbs in Sicily, until this very moment. My eyes were widened in awe of the scenery around us.Martinez had suggested that we avoid using any of the expensive cars, so as not to attract attention from the wrong people. Apparently, this place didn't exactly have the reputation for housing the nicest residents.I followed closely behind Martinez, who kept taking long, confident strides, like he owned this neighborhood. Stench of cigarettes and decaying refuse filled the air, and I scrunched up my nose in disgust.Martinez had a black, knee-length coat on, his hands buried deep in his pockets. I on the other hand, had an oversized hoodie, which I used to cover most of my face. Remembering what happened that night, at Alberto's auction, it made sense why I had to cover my face. Somehow, being associated with Marcelo had made me more popular than I'd normally like. They all knew me to be Marcelo's property."Relax your shoulders. You look tense." Martine
Emilia~Despite the fact that I was famished, I found myself picking at the food in front of me. I was slowly loosing my appetite, as I watched "Isabella" flirt shamelessly with Marcelo.Not able to take it anymore, I decided to call their attention by clearing my throat really loudly. They both turned their heads to look at me almost immediately."If you both don't mind, I'm trying to have breakfast here." I said, plastering a saccharine grin on my face."...and you're ruining it for me, with those disgusting remarks." Now I was staring right at a grinning Isabella, who seemed to be amused by my sudden outburst. Marcelo on the other hand, wore his usual emotionless mask."Oh I'm sorry... didn't see you there." Isabella suddenly spoke up, smiling through her fake apology."I think it's quite nice, that Marcelo allows his maid to eat at the same table." I frowned at her words, knowing exactly what she was trying to imply. "I am NOT his maid!" I declared firmly, slamming my hands on
Emilia~"Mom!" A younger version of myself, called out to my mother."What is it, Emil?" She answered from the kitchen, annoyance evident in her voice.Of course I didn't read any meaning into my mother's harsh intonation. I was just too excited, as today happened to be a very important day in my life. It was my graduation from highschool."Today is my graduation, remember?" I asked, running up to my mother, who was still busy cooking up a storm.My stomach instantly growled at the sight of the freshly made pancakes and eggs. Mother was always such a good cook."Oh!" Was my mother's only response to what I just told her, and my expression immediately morphed into a frown.She didn't remember?"You and Dad are coming, right?" I asked, still trying to hold on to whatever hope I had in me.I watched my mother carry on with what she was doing, not in any hurry to answer my question. She had always seen me as some... disturbance."You know your father is tied down with work." She finally