Emilia~"I want out!" The words escaped my lips, as I stood before my husband. He looked up at me from his desk, and a sudden silence hung thickly in the air. I held my breath in anticipation of his response."What did you just say?" He finally asked, after what felt like a whole hour of uncomfortable silence.My lips trembled, as I watched him stand up from his seat. His jaw clenched, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to be daring me to repeat myself.Whatever debt my late parents owed, I believed I had already paid with my years of marriage to him. I couldn't continue with it anymore."I'm...done. I want out!" I said again, a little louder and firmer. This time, I slid some divorce papers onto his desk.Bronx suddenly burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. I watched his whole body vibrate, as he tilted his head backwards to howl even louder, like this was the funniest thing he ever heard."You want out?" He asked, flashing me a yellow-toothed grin.I begun to slowly back away, a
Emilia~Gone was the dorky, playful, teenager I used to know. In his place was a brooding male, who exuded so much power and dominance. The last time I saw Marcelo was at his mother's funeral, here in Los Angeles. I heard he moved to Sicily, just the following week, and I never saw or heard from him ever since.Our parents used to be very close, and that was how we got to know each other in the first place. We were practically best friends, as we grew up together and even attended the same high school."How was your trip, Mr. Del Ponte?" My husband asked, breaking the long, awkward silence at the dinner table.I hadn't noticed how much I was staring, until Marcelo's eyes suddenly met mine, forcing me to look away. It was obvious he also recognized me, but chose to say nothing about it.He turned his gaze to my husband, who was sitting right beside me. The tension in the room seemed to get even thicker by the second."It was splendid. Right, boss?" One of the men who accompanied Marce
[A/N: Just a little reminder that this book is rated 18+, as there will be sexually explicit scenes that some readers may find disturbing. ]Marcelo~The constant pitter patter of rain drops against my window sill, was the only sound keeping me company, as I sat alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that revolved around a particularly interesting female.Emilia Anderson! She grew up to be a fucking goddess, one I'd love to worship on my bed.Those baby blue eyes and the sadness they seemed to hide, I couldn't get them out of my head. Not that I even wanted to, I've always had a thing for her.Taking a puff of my tobacco joint, I thought back to how stunning she looked in that red, evening dress. I bet she looks even better without it.The full swell of her plush lips, and her ripe, bodily curves that were out on full display. The things I would do to that body...How she ended up with such an asshole for a husband, was a total mystery to me. Why Bronx, of all people? It made no damn sense!
Emilia~"This might sting a little." Marcelo warned, as he held out an ointment to apply to my cut.His eyes held a lot of focus, as he inspected my injuries closely. It was almost laughable."It's okay. I'm used to it." I said, encouraging him to go on.I watched his jaw clench at my words. He was trying really hard to contain his anger, and I knew it. I saw it in his eyes.He looked like he wanted to say something at first, but decided against it."I promise, he isn't always like this." I blurted out, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.It was a lie though. Bronx had gone physical with me on more occasions than I could count. He just always has his ways of making me feel like it was all my fault.I knew he was probably combing through the city right now, in search of me. The thought of going back to my so-called husband, scared me a lot.Marcelo remained silent, as he worked on my wounds. He no longer had the angered expression on his face, making me wonder what was going on
Emilia~"You weren't supposed to see this!" His words rang in my ears, as I stared at the unmoving body of the man who used to be my husband.Marcelo murdered the only man who knew the whereabouts of my long lost sister. He took a man's life, and I bet he enjoyed doing it.Was this why he had his little gang of tattooed men around? Are they also in on this? Of course they were, they literally call him "Boss".I noticed that Bronx's lifeless body was tied to a chair. The scars and bruises all over him, were evidence that he was severely beaten and tortured, before a bullet was probably put in his head.Deciding I had seen enough, I turned around to put as much distance as I could, between myself and Marcelo. "Stay away from me, you fucking psycho!" I screamed, as I noticed him hot in my pursuit. Was he about to kill me too? Was I about to face the same fate as my husband? Tears streamed down my face, as I willed myself to run faster. I literally walked myself right into this one. I
Marcelo~She had seen my darkest side, a part of me I initially intended to keep from her. That was the perfect excuse for me to make her my prisoner. She belonged to me now."You look... stunning!" I said to her, as she stood in front of the mirror in a black, high-slit gown.Her brown hair was arranged in one messy bun, allowing unruly tendrils to cascade down her face.Her blue eyes met mine in the mirror, but she remained silent.Tonight we were attending a masquerade ball together, and I thought of it as the perfect opportunity to show her off as mine.I let my eyes roam the curves of her perfect, hourglass figure that was highly accentuated by her dress. One of my maids, Martha was still busy applying touches of makeup to her face, as she stood there."Leave us!" I said to Martha, who looked like she was about to protest, but thought better of it. Good for her!I waited till the latter was out of the room, before turning my full attention back on Emilia.She made to walk past m
Emilia~I panted, running as fast as my legs could take me in such a tight dress. If Marcelo catches up to us, there was no telling what he would do. I wasn't about to find out either."Come on, faster!" Martha whisper-yelled, urging me to match her pace.I've known her to be one of Marcelo's maids, as she was specially assigned to "take care of me". It made me skeptical as to why she was suddenly trying to help me escape.I slowly came to halt, doubling over and trying to catch my breath in a part of the mansion that looked like an abandoned garden. My lungs seemed like they were on fire, as I literally gasped for air."We don't have time for this, Miss Anderson!" Martha said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.I raised up my head to glare at her. What the hell was her deal?"Maybe you should have mentioned a lot of running in your grand escape plan!" I snapped at her."Why are you even helping me? You could get in so much trouble if we're caught."She frowned at my words, hesitating
Emilia~I was restless. Panic coursed through me, as I watched the scene unfolding before me.I knew I had to do something. I had to do something before they kill her in the process.Martha's feet were shaking in the air, as she struggled to breathe. She was tied to a chair, just like they did to Bronx. A towel was placed over her face, and Marcelo's men took turns pouring water onto the already soaked towel.Whenever they removed the towel, she would go into a fit of coughing and wheezing, before they would start all over again. Marcelo took sips of scotch whiskey, as he watched with glee. That sick bastard was enjoying this."Let her go!" I said, standing right in front of him. Despite the fact that I tried to appear bold, I was still so terrified on the inside."... please!" I added, hoping to at least, get some empathy out of him."This wasn't her idea, it was mine. I made her do this, and I should be punished instead."Marcelo let out a scoff, before focusing his green eyes on me
Emilia~ The smell of scented candles wafted up into my nostrils, as Marcelo led with a blindfold over my eyes.Excitement built up inside me at the prospect of the "surprise" he had for me. I almost couldn't keep it contained."Just a few more seconds." He said, sensing my impatience.I literally followed Marcelo blindly, trusting that whatever he had to show me was really worth it.The breeze I felt in my hair was a telltale sign that we were out in the open and not an enclosed area. Now I was even more eager to take off my blindfold.Marcelo finally brought me to a stop, before he started to undo my blindfold. As soon as the piece of clothing fell, off, a gasp "Where's... everybody?" I asked Marcelo, as I took in the beautiful view of our date venue.It appeared to be some kind of fancy, Italian restaurant. A place I could only ever have dreamt of going, because everything in here screamed expensive."It's just the two of usEmilia~ The smell of scented candles wafted up into my
Why don't I give y'all a happy chapter, right?]Emilia~A smile stretched my lips at the sight of the stunning female staring back at me in the mirror. They have been so many moments when I have a hard time believing I was actually staring at my own reflection, and this was one of those moments.Tonight would be my first official date with Marcelo, and he had gone all out on the expenses needed to make me look like the perfect doll. Sitting here, I felt like I was worth billions of dollars.My brown hair had be combed and styled to perfection, my face decorated by skillful hands on a brush. I had lost the previous diamond necklace he got me, but that didn't stop him from getting me even more expensive jeweleries. Have I even talked about my dress? It was unlike any material I had ever worn on my skin. The way it hugged every single curve on my body, while still managing to make me appear very elegant and classy, was something I just couldn't get over.It was a black, ankle-length, ev
Emilia~My hands made their way to his broad chest, and I pushed down on him, as I lowered my pussy onto his cock. Slowly, I was taking him in, inch by inch. I guess he wanted me to keep going at my own pace, so he did nothing other than to grab my ass.Once I had taken his full length and girth inside me, I felt him tense up. His reaction pleased me, and I begun to gyrate my hips on his cock. A guttural sound left his lips as I let him move around in circles inside me. I was on top of him, and having this much of an effect on him was equally exhilarating. It was like some sort of superpower.His hands squeezed my ass even harder, and I could now feel his impatience. I took his hands and opted to pinning them by his sides, as I just couldn't reach for above his head. Marcelo seemed to understand my need to be in control, and he let me have my moment. He let me feel like I really had him pinned.I began to bounce myself on him, slowly. I moved up and down his entire length with so m
Emilia~When I asked Marcelo to pleasure me last night, he took it quite personally. I still have the soreness in between my legs as proof, and the memories made my face heat up instantly.I remembered being thrusted so hard and deep that I was literally crying out and bawling my eyes out at some point. Marcelo had stopped what he was doing out of concern for me, but I scolded him, urging him to continue. Despite his hesitation, he did as I asked, till I came over the edge for a second and a third time in just one night. He was truly a beast.The sudden opening of the curtains sent the sun rays filtering right into the room, and directly into my eyes. A hiss left my lips, as I hid myself under the sheets almost immediately.I could hear his deep chuckled from where he was standing beside the window. Damn him for having such a sexy, morning voice. I could definitely see myself pushing him on the bed and letting him have his way with me again."Rise and shine, blue eyes!" He was now whi
Marcelo~"How about you pleasure me today." Emilia regarded me with a mischievous grin. She was teasing me just like I've done to her on countless occasions."Tell me how bad you want this date." She purred, slowly leaning back to give me a full view of her body.She was daring me, trying to make me do her bidding. In contrast to the normal dynamic of our relationship, she wanted me now to be her pleasure toy. Emilia wanted me to satisfy her lustful cravings and not so surprisingly, my body was reacting quite well to her provocations. I felt heat pool right towards my groin, causing my erection to get uncomfortably harder. I could practically feel my own dick throbbing with need.As quick as lightning, I grabbed Emilia and pulled her back towards myself. Before she had a chance to fight me off, I was pinning her down beneath myself. Her eyes were widened as she was taken aback by the speed of my reaction, but I could tell she was still very turned on by me.I watched her blue eyes
Emilia~Marcelo had always known my weak spots. He had always known exactly where to touch to make me weak in the knees, and he wasted no time in exercising that superpower of his.His lips came down onto mine in a show of both dominance and raw, untamed hunger. He was devouring me whole, even as I tried to hold onto the little defiance I had left in me.The same hands which I tried to use to push him away, were now clutching his shirt in a desperate manner. I heard him let out a hum of approval at my sudden reciprocation. I was no longer fighting him.He suddenly pulled away from me to probably catch his breath, and that was when I opened my eyes to realize that we had somehow made our way into the privacy of the penthouse. I didn't even realize that we had been moving the whole time.Marcelo suddenly ripped off his shirt in one swift motion, and my breath got caught in my throat. He said no words, but his eyes were enough to know the kind of things he was about to do to me.He came
Emilia~"A date?" He spends every other time of the day either by ignoring me or being his usual obnoxious self, and now he's... asking me out. What was Marcelo Del Ponte really up to?"You sound... surprised?" He said, arching an eyebrow at me. I glared up at him."Surprise isn't quite the word." I replied him in a tone that showed my distaste.Marcelo let out another chuckle, before walking towards me and grabbing my hands in his. I kept searching his eyes for any sign that he may be messing with me."I've been thinking..." He began to say, and I felt my breathing cease for a moment."... about how much of a jerk I've been to you, when you've been nothing but an angel." I found it hard to believe that those words were coming out of Marcelo's mouth, and they were directed at me. Was he really changing back to the Marcelo I used to know?"Please... allow me to make it up to you, by treating you to a very expensive dinner date." Those words seemed to drag me back into a sudden reali
Marcelo~"Are you sure we should still be doing this?" Martinez asked me, as I watched my men take care of Giovanni's lifeless body.I had made sure to inflict pain and torture on him by myself, and now I'll be sending him to my father as a warning. It won't scare him off totally, but at least, he'll know I'm not afraid to kill."Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, not turning to spare Martinez a glance."This would definitely piss him off, and you know we have Emilia with us now." He reasoned."He'll try to harm her to get back at you, and you know this!" I was a little annoyed at the fact that my consigliere didn't trust my decision. He really didn't think that I had considered that?"I'm counting on it, Martinez." I told him.I had a well thought out plan on what to do next, but he'll probably try to talk me out of it if I tell him."I hope for all our sakes, that you aren't making a big mistake." Martinez said, looking me in the eyes.I let out a scoff, before shoving my hands into my p
Marcelo~She kept yelling out cuss words at me and Martinez, as I carried all the way up to the penthouse. Somehow, pregnancy has been able to change Emilia into a fearless spitfire and I didn't know how to feel about it."Hold still!" I hissed at her, as she thrashed around in my arms.Ignoring me, she continued to fight and struggle, making me drop her onto the bed in annoyance. That seemed to shut her up for a few seconds, as she just glared at me."You seem to be oddly energetic this morning." I remarked, taking off my shirt and tossing it aside.She visibly gulped, taking in the view of my sweaty body. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, as I watched her suddenly take her eyes off.She looked like an angry toddler, as she sat on the bed, hands folded across her chest and a pout on her face. It made me want to continue taunting her, but I refrained from it."I'm just so sick and tired of you being such an asshole to me!" She grumbled, still looking away from me.She couldn't