Marco’s POV
“What the fuck?”
Words eluded me at the comic sight of Elara. Bashing my expectations of her in a sexy skimpy night wear or preferably nothing, she is dressed like a cow… An actual breastfeeding cow!
First, the thick length of a hoodie crept to her palms, before she got in the balloon cow costume with swollen breasts and four pink nipples.
Unable to hold back, Sofia burst into laughter, rocking her head against my arms. I thought she was too pissed off to care, but she showed up minutes later to rant and cuss, and a sweetheart, let it slide.
“Have you lost it?”
Her face was the only thing spared. Still, a pink hat hovered at the back of her neck. “You said I could get whatever I needed…”
“You call this a fucking need?” I clenched my fingers and sighed. “And Francesca allowed this madness?”
She startled and laced the fabric around her fingers, anxious. “She kicked against it.”
For a moment, I paused, lacking the right words. My muscles tensed beneath the thick layers of sheets. I wasn't sure if to deflate the balloon with a loud clap or haul her back to hell. After a long day, it was the least I needed.
“Have you looked in the mirror?” I didn't look away. “You’re more repulsive than a piece of shit.” I spat out bitterly. “If you want to sleep on the bare grass like a cow, remain one.”
I should be the one going wild with rage, not her running into the bathroom and slamming the door hard. Too much disobedience to go unpunished.
“Don't let her bother you,” Sofia whispered. “I'm just offended that you need her to keep you company.”
She flipped her hair off her shoulder, revealing a bare spot. She was a wild extrovert, had gotten me in trouble almost every day as a teen, and made me the nightmare of the school.
“You do have a long day tomorrow.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes before hugging my arm to reach my face as she pecked me lightly and crawled out of bed. “Be sure to rest.”
The bathroom door opened a few minutes after Sofia left. It felt like she was impatiently waiting for her to leave. When she came out, she was no longer a cow.
She avoided my gaze and kept mute, her face hard with anger. Still silent, she got into bed, but laid on her side, her back facing me.
I paused, getting the view of her ass good enough for some spanking as she curled up, pushing her denim-cladded ass in my view.
In my ash joggers, I was already having a boner. Gulping drying at my erection, I adjusted to her end, close enough to brush my dick against her well-curved ass. Possessing her, my hand slid beneath her hoodie, calming her belly.
Like a spring, she yanked my hand off and jumped out of bed, eyes red like a bull. “What are you doing?”
“What a master should do to a slave.” I shrugged and adjusted.
She retreated, swiftly grabbed the bedside lamp, and stuck it between us. “Well, the slave isn't ready.”
My creepy smile mocked her. Her shakily holding a lamp like a teddy, or her not being ready, I couldn't tell which made me chuckle.
When she least expected, I gripped her wrist, and flipped her, effortlessly pulling her in my arms. As a counterreaction, she swung her arm, missing my head and smacking the lamp on the edge of the bed frame. Shards of broken glass crashed on the ground in a pool.
Her eyes widened in shock and she landed safely on my thighs the next second. My hand found its perfect place, curling around the back of her neck with my thumb teasing her bare skin.
I tilted her chin, romanticizing the idea of licking along the length of her soft white skin like a delicious meal.
Catching a glimpse of the lamp’s stem with a sharp edge still in her hand, any silly movement would leave her with a deep cut.
“Let me go.” She winced, pulling up a struggle.
I gripped her hand in mine, stilling it in place. The sharp edge sliced my palm, piercing through my flesh as a result. My eyes snapped shut, letting the jilts of pleasure spread in my veins.
“You-your hand.” She stuttered and immediately dropped the handle, staring wide-eyed at my blood, soaking her jeans.
Feeling her fragile body tremble on me, I pressed her back to my chest, her hand fell on my erection. “I'd be back to claim my debt.”
Hating to have her puke all over, I shoved her off my lap, and on the bed, before walking away to clean up my mess in the bathroom.
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We all sat on the fine dining like a decent family having a simple breakfast. Moi Madre sat on her throne, opposite mine. Sofia was beside me, leaning over.Lazy footsteps approached from behind. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. As if I was a plaque, she stayed in the middle. Francesca came forward to serve her and Sofia shushed her.
“You do know lateness isn't tolerated on the table, yeah?” She sat upright, donning her principled lady hat.
“I apologize,” Elara ducked. “I was taking care of my…”
“Minion?” Sofia spoke for her. “One you shouldn't have brought here for a start.”
“Table manners.” Madre intervened and bit into her toast.
“Mum, can't you see she isn't the weak girl she fakes?” Sofia groaned.
She had a flare for spotting leopards from afar. I leaned in to study Elara; cute face, exhausted mum, was all she gave… And there it was, a layer hidden away from the world in her pretty blank eyes, one I desperately needed to scratch.
“Elara, my mum, Lady Lucia,” I briefly introduced. “Madre, my fiance.”
“Slut, Cucciolo. Say it as it is.” This time, Sofia’s tone was low and cold, cutting through the suspense.
Kaid signaled, came forward at my approval, and whispered to me. It was Lorenzo. His duties were done, and he disappeared behind the dining area.
“Ladies, we have a guest.” I hadn't finished when his familiar cologne filled in. He was a loud man, and so was his choices. And frankly, I hate pick-me dudes.
“Lorenzo.” Madre’s frail tone beamed and she beckoned him for a hug.
“My ever gracious lady.” He teased as always, and hugged her, before taking her hand for a kiss.
Sofia just hummed a greeting in her seat. She also couldn't stand him, it was a vanity we shared in huge chunks.
“Come on, join us.” Madre pointed at the vacant chair two seats away.
Instead, the dickhead turned to find Elara, who didn't take a second glance at him. Sort of finding her interesting, he sat beside her.
I gritted my teeth, chewing hard on my steaks. My grip on the coffee mug tightened, threatening a spill.
‘Fucking read the room man!’
“Do you talk?” He paused his ugly thick lips. Just getting a fake smile from Elara, he turned to me. “Marco, care for an introduction?”
Francesca rushed in to serve Lorenzo.
“Actually,” I dabbed my lips with the disposable towel and pushed my seat backward. “I care for business.”
Not getting a chance to react, he followed me behind, as we walked down the corridor to the back deck where Kaid spotted his car.
“George sends his greetings.” He began, hands laced behind like a gentleman. “He's inviting us to dinner next week.”
George was the son of our most loyal Capo, Michael. While growing up, George always accompanied him to our manor. Aside from Sofia and Lorenzo, he was the next real kid around. We became fast friends.
“He says he has a special announcement.” Lorenzo’s tone was light. “The details of the event will be communicated much later.”
“A good distraction.” I tsked. “So? You didn't come as a messenger.”
“It depends on the context.” He chuckled.
When he pressed a button, the trunk of his car opened, revealing two men tied up with their lips taped. They were drenched in sweat and looked like they would pass out.
“They tick the traitors for the fund theft and embezzlement.” He closed it back. “No words yet.”
“Kaid would treat them specially.” I turned to signal him.
Lorenzo tossed his car key at Kaid, and we moved along, randomly trashing topics. Bored, I excused myself, bidding him goodbye.
Breakfast was over upon my return. Taking the elevator to my room, I met the most awful sight imaginable.
All the drawers were pulled out, with my items decorating the bed and floor in a messy show. An odd shape like a ball formed beneath the sheet.
I wouldn't need a gun to take my revenge. Matter of fact, I would slow and sweet. Throwing the sheet off the figure, innocent big blue eyes stared at me.
Argh! This tiny demon!
She blinked and pouted, acting manipulative. “I'm sorry, Papa.”
Marco's POVPapa?!Her tiny voice echoed in my head, refusing to die off like a severe migraine. There was no fucking chance in hell that I'd have a child, especially not with Elara. It was a paid one-night stand That night with her slutty mum was fresh at the back of my mind. Just like every paid whore, I banged raw. They were always put under pills by the club's managers and screened before being sent over. Elara… My eyes were on the child. Terrified, her small frame trembled beneath the sheets, with every pores seeping out thick beads of sweat. Running along her features, now taking out every time to assess every damn details. She was undeniably Elara’s; pretty blue eyes, blonde hair, cupid bowl lips…“I'm sorry, Papa. Birdie wanted to play.” She inhaled deeply, terrified, pulling two breaths at once.“Violet!” Elara's sharp tone break the subtle investigation. As if the little monster had prayed for this moment, she threw the sheets aside, jumped out of bed, and into her mo
Elara's POV ‘Who are the Contis? What goes behind closed doors in this mansion?’ My eyes scanned from Sofia to the vacant seat beside her where Marco should be seated. Francesca dished pancakes on our plates before running honey syrup all over, causing it to drizzle down. She added a bowl of berries and slices of apples to each of our trays before a mug of warm coffee. “I'll do the rest.” I stopped her from adding sugar and milk to my mug. She was already used to serving the family, so she knew the exact scoops of each additive. She bowed subtly and walked out of the dining area while I served myself. It was just 7 AM. The family had a tradition of meeting at the table early. I left Marco in the room as he was busy on a phone call that had somehow lasted from last night. I couldn't help but wonder if everything was okay. And just maybe this would be the end of him and the start of my freedom. Violet, on the other hand, was having her beauty sleep, innocent and unbothered. “All
Elara's POV “My baby is sick.” The words formed before I could stop myself. And now that it was out, there was no turning back. Marco continued to work on his laptop. He didn't show any sign of concern or whatever the most inhumane person should at least possess. “I need to take her to the clinic for checkup and your men won't let me past the gate.” I resumed, trying not to be bothered by his nonchalance. “The family's doctor will come do that.” He didn't look past his laptop. On the screen were minimized apps showing a weird template. The one with the biggest view was a video of people working in what seemed like a warehouse. Looking at the date and time, it was dated, which meant it was CCTV footage. Unexpectedly, he closed his laptop, but didn't look at me. “You know why you're here, focus on that.” He stated. “I do not find it to be fun when people sneak up on my business.”I sighed. “Thanks for the offer, but I don't want no doctor treating my child like second class.” I r
Elara’s POVI flagged down the first taxi and hopped in. I repeated Evelyn's address and impatiently tapped my feet in the car. Once we arrived, I rushed out, half-running down the cleared pathway. I felt overwhelmed by nostalgia. I had lived in the downtown part of town for years and nursed my baby there, which was a far cry from Marco's luxurious life. “Lily!” She dropped the shovel and scissors and ran towards us, arms wide open. “Oh, my darling.” She hugged us warmly, rocking our bodies in the warm embrace. “I've missed you and my baby so much.” “We've missed you more.” I sighed, inhaling her sweet fragrance and reliving every moment we shared. “I don't know how much time I have left.” My lips trembled. She pulled away, her face taking a frown. “Come on, let's go in.” We had mac and cheese and a glass of chilled milkshake. Violet ate to her fill and danced around Aunt Evelyn, happy to see her. “Sweetie, can you excuse your aunt and me for a minute?” “A minute?” She stretche
Elara's POV‘I'm beautiful and smart… I'm priceless.’I recited the mantra in my head over and over again. Sitting on the soft plush chair in the fully air-conditioned lobby, I was the last person in the line of ladies waiting to be interviewed. Lately, Marco was always on the run, either sorting something out, or barking into his phone, or cussing out and drowning bottles of expensive liquors. When he left this morning with Lorenzo, while they ranted about some missing funds, I left home, not to escape, but to job hunt. ‘Make do with your magic.’ Lady Lucia's vague words came harder. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was here anyway to find out. “Martha,” the receptionist's voice sounded. “This way, please.” One by one, the ladies and gentlemen that came to for the same job placement, were called to be interviewed. Even though I dropped out of my school and the course my parents had pioneered, I took online classes and had qualifications on account and finances. Hopefully, th
Elara's POV ‘Chaos. Danger. Wrath… Hopefully, I wouldn't burn with it.’Beads of water streaked down my skin, soaking through my dark green night dress. It caused the fabric to smack against my breasts, revealing the tender curves of my firm breasts, voluptuous as a watermelon, with nipples hardened from buried desires. I let my hair fall over my shoulders, dripping water on me the more. When I walked into the room, Marco was already in. Bare-chested, his tall frame stood firm in the middle of the room, he groaned in the phone. His hand dug into his hair. Our eyes locked. For a minute, he went mute, hungry hazel eyes trailed down my frame and watched me with lustful delight. Something flickered in his eyes before it disappeared. Admiration? Mere want? “... yeah. Send it right away.” He resumed mumbling in the phone. Still, his eyes didn't peel off my sexiness for a second. I felt naked, totally naked, feeling his eyes strip off every fabric from my body. My throat bulged when
Elara's POV “You'll love the surprise, mio cioccolato bianco.” He whispered in my ear and slipped a hand behind my waist, his thumb grazed the beaded pores, touching my bare skin. Like me, he was dressed in a clean two-piece suit, black alligator leather shoes, doused in spicy cologne, and irresistible aura. He was indeed Conti's heir. Smack.I slapped his hand off my body, not bothering if his staff watched. Marching frantically to his rescue, Sofia was this close to acting nasty.In haste, I flapped the trail of my dress, stretching the slit as it bared my flawless skin. Jumped in the car and slammed the door. Marco looked iaway from our eyes met. Finding a good distraction, he held her arms, soothing her like baby. Their union made me sick. Soon, he joined in the car and the journey started. For what seemed like an hour, we kept driving. I perched to the end of the seat, taking caution. He just chuckled, dragged on his cigar, and puffed. On arrival, the hall was elegant, wi
Marco's POV Berries and tinge of champagne… The sweet blend of Elara’s lips lingered as I tasted it like her lips were still on mine. After the long kiss, she got extremely mad at me, like she didn't enjoy it when the whole time, she smeared me to herself and bit my lips from the pent-up desire. She spent the night with her daughter. “Hmm…” A low groan escaped my throat, and I inhaled deeply, hating my action as I pulled in the cold running water. Standing beneath the icy shower for what seemed like forever, I let it drain my tensed emotions and muscles. With it barely soothing my erection, I slammed it off and walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. My cell phone chimed with a text. No minute went without me working around the clock. I heaved a sigh of relief on seeing it was Madre. ‘Your breakfast is getting cold, mio Tesoro.’ My lips curled with a warm smile. She had made it clear countless times that I was her little boy, no matter how much I aged. Randomly settling for a
Marco's POV The next bastard just rode in, right into my fucking trap. From my smart watch, I monitored the outside of my home. Once bitten, I wasn't trusting any fucker. Still ignorant of my findings, he fully parked in the garage, and casually strolled in, maintaining his gentleman steps. Soon, he'd ring me to inform me of his presence. “I'll be back soon, cioccolato bianco.”Leaning in, I pressed a light kiss on Elara's forehead. She was nestled in my arms, in total surrender, and sleeping as peacefully as a child with their guardian angel. This was the same lady who almost ripped me in shreds. Elara. A small smile crept along my lips. Gently, I admired her pretty features, big eyeballs, with long eyelashes that swept her face, full pouty lips, long ass…The more I looked, I found how perfect she was, not the other way around. I tried to free myself from her, as she was on my chest, and my arm was beneath her tender body. She whimpered sleepily and sighed in discomfort.
Marco's POV “Elara, drop the knife…”“Stay away from me.” She thrust the sharp blade forward. “I'm serious.”Her voice was shaky. Just like her hands. Fear, anxiety, pain… I fed off them, but this ripped my heart, pulled the soft muscles, and pricked my skin. “Listen to me…”“Marco.” She warned, breathing labored each second. “I'm warning you.”Eyes not on the weapon, but on her, holding her gaze carefully, silently whispering words to her. Now, I was at the base of the stairs, a few inches away from her. She staggered backward, clutching the weapon in both hands. “Let's not do this, Elara.” I muffled, replacing her steps with mine. “God.” She groaned, hitting the edge of a couch. That was it, she didn't move again. Now, I was more careful. “Put down the weapon.” I gently ordered. “Elara…”I reached for her hand, but she shoved the knife forward, plunging the tip into my palm. I groaned but didn't pull away. Instead, I let the blade sear deep into my palm, tearing down my s
Marco's POV ‘Time's up, bitches!’ “You. You. You.”I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison. “No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue. “And if any fucking photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense. With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle. The fuck he was playing with?! “Mr. Conti.” Ramson rushed behind me. When I stopped, he almost bumped into me. My stern face was all that he needed to speak. I barely had any time left to mess around. “Uh…” He pushed his lens back to his eyes. “I think that it's a bad idea to go now.
Elara's POV ‘For Marco to be away from you… Hate you… Break off the deal - Isn't that what you've always wanted, Elara?’The tiny voice in my head questioned its tone was a mix of mockery and reality. Without denial, that was exactly what I hoped for, wished for, and prayed for. I wanted to be away from him for my peace of mind, for Violet. Except now, it only felt wrong. It felt like I had been charged with life imprisonment like I was trapping myself in a box and shutting it out of the world. Marco, the supposedly black demon, was my light, the brightest after Violet. He'd shown me what true love and obsession meant, what it felt like to be loved by a king of his kind. Maybe quite psychopathic, but genuine… or too dominant, but what if I wouldn't want to be loved any other way? “Damn it.”I sighed and fell flat on the bed, tired of the dozens of thoughts going through my mind at a go. The few days he'd recoiled to his shell, treated me like nothing other than an object for
Chapter Fifty-five: A Slice Of Your SecretMarco's POV ‘Can we meet by noon? I have something that might interest you. - Ramson.’Reading through Ramson's text, I typed a response right away and sent it, demanding his address. It's almost been ages since we last met. In less than a minute, my phone chimed with the details bold on my screen. Noted. Locking my phone and setting it down, I picked up my cutlery and resumed chopping through the pan-seared chicken breast with sprinkles of mayonnaise and honey as sauce. Kaid was beside me, standing off my personal space, hands crossed per usual, and face as straight as my ass. It was almost thirty minutes past breakfast and Elara was yet to show up at the table. After Madre's passing, it's been barely two weeks since we revived the tradition of eating as a family at the table. “Lady Elara is coming right away, Don.” Francesca gave a curt bow and moved to dish out a sizeable portion of everything on the table for her. Lazy footsteps
Marco's POV ‘One bastard down. One more to go.’Lounging on the couch, I dragged on my cigar and puffed, dispensing my thick smoke in the air-conditioned room, as it formed a white cloud above me. Kaid slightly bowed after delivering the old news, and stepped aside, taking camp behind the couch. The moment I focused more on Lucas and my cousin, I noticed the slight detachment on Kaid's end. His sudden out-of-sight mode, busy calls in the guise of work… He was next. And fuck it, if he was in with Sofia, he'd kill himself with his weapon, and his fucked-up soul would never forgive him in hell.I gulped down what was left of the shot and signaled for him to pour another, only thrusting a finger up. “Si, Don.” He poured a shot and stepped aside, hands crossed in front of him. His phone buzzed in his breast pocket. He pulled it out to see who the caller was, stopped the vibration, and slipped it back in.My eyes caught the small frown that lurked around his lips, and his narrowed ga
Marco's POV Again, Elara disobeyed me… As if the last punishment wasn't enough, she has sinned. Perched to the door frame and going undetected, I watched her banging body wrapped in thick hilarious clothes as she shifted on her feet, nervous. She pressed the phone to her ear and played the voice message in low volume. ‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing… Call me whenever you get this.’Her suddenly trembling hand tried to dial the number. To be certain that she was alone, she turned to confirm it, only to be faced with my hard figure. Shocked, she jerked, causing the phone to almost slip off her slippery hold. Like I was a child, she hid her hands behind her back. Even her three-year-old was smarter. “The phone.” I pulled my hand out, my demand was direct and fierce. Still, she tried to be adamant. It was the same reason we got here - her stubbornness.“Give it now.” Slowly, she walked towards me, her big eyes widened, eyelashes flickered. She looked pitiful, maybe broken. Not
Elara's POV Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. Oh, god. I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. ‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!......Just touch yourself already!’My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. One… two… three… seven. The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. Seven and a half… eight? Argh!I sp
Marco's POV Driving home with a fucking boner, all that went through my head were the wild positions to put Elara. I had been too lenient. Softened up to her fragility, and she took it for granted. Turned around and mocked me in the fucking face. She deserved good spanking, harder than that bitch. “Soon, man, soon.”I moaned through gritted teeth and subtly massaged my hard cock with one hand, and the other on the wheel gripper. On arrival,Kaid was with the rest of the soldati, waiting for me as usual. Lately, I've been distant. If I needed to trail his fuckong movement, I needed him close, like a brother. I sneered and pulled the car to a halt. Turning off the engine, I tossed the key to Kaid, putting my plans in motion. He dove for it, surprise written on his face, then he masked it, and walked closer to park the car in the garage, while I went upstairs in silence. The mansion was quiet, awfully quiet. I blame myself.If only I hadn't brought in the devil's magnet, and som