Rose Alexandria Sinclair"I'm sorry I put you through this," I said softly, helping Nathalie clean and bandage her wounds. She didn’t say a word at first, just nodded, her expression distant.After a long stretch of silence, she finally murmured, "It's okay… it’s not your fault either."I wasn’t sure if I believed her, but there was no time to dwell. Nathalie suddenly straightened up and said, "It's time for the night route… we’re both up!" She reached out to help me to my feet.Night shifts. One of the many things I hated about this place.The rules in this house were ridiculous. No eating after ten in the morning. No talking to the guards under any circumstances. It was stifling, suffocating.What was Red into? Mafia? Something even worse?As we walked out of the room and went our separate ways to begin our shifts, I couldn't help but notice the men stationed around every corner of the house.Dressed in black. Always with those dark sunglasses, even at night. Something wasn’t adding
Frederico Grey Di Grazia I leaned against the doorway, shrouded in the shadows, my arms folded as I watched the scene unfold. Rose’s startled expression as the lights flickered on and off amused me, her nerves evident in the way she clutched the feather duster as though it could protect her from whatever she thought was lurking in the darkness. And then he walked in. Edward. Ma’am Sarah’s overconfident son. A muscle in my jaw tightened as I watched him move closer to her, his laughter echoing through the room like an irritant. The way he looked at her, spoke to her, dared to touch her—it grated on my nerves. His audacity was almost comical. He was playing with what was mine. Mine. I watched as he leaned closer to her, brushing her hair away with a familiarity that turned my amusement into irritation. My fists clenched at my sides. What gave him the right to invade her space like that? To make her blush, to steal a smile that wasn’t his to take? The tension in my chest tig
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;As soon as I entered the room, I slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the silence. My mind was a storm, chaos spinning out of control.What the hell had happened back there?I stalked her like a predator, got furious when someone else touched her, and then… I kissed her.What kind of madness was that?Running a hand through my hair, I paced the room, my thoughts as erratic as my breathing. I needed a distraction, anything to pull me out of this spiraling mess.Grabbing my phone, I put on an old Italian ballad, the familiar melody filling the air as I threw myself onto the bed. But no matter how hard I tried, she was there.Rose.The curve of her body. The way her skin flushed under my touch. Her defiant glare, and the sound of her moan—it haunted me, taunting me in a way that felt maddeningly cruel.My jaw clenched. Why the hell was I acting like some hormonal teenager over a stupid, infuriating kiss?Shoving my arm over my eyes, I willed myself t
Rose Alexandria Sinclair:"What the hell?! You kissed Edward?!" Nathalie screamed, her voice echoing around the room. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth."Do you want me to sleep outside tonight? Keep it down," I hissed, glancing nervously at the door. Nathalie pulled my hand away and burst out laughing."This is insane! You’re crushing on Ma’am Sarah’s son? Girl, you’re asking for more lashes on your back," she teased, rolling her eyes playfully.I winced at the reminder and reached for the ointment to tend to the fresh scars from the flogging Ma’am Sarah had ordered. "Speaking of that... does it still hurt?" I asked, dabbing the salve onto her wounds.She shrugged nonchalantly. "It’s fine. Not like it’s the first time this has happened.""Really? Tell me more."Nathalie leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Don’t you see it? The Boss is in some kind of occult.""Occult? Be serious," I replied, raising a skeptical eyebrow."I’m not joking!" she insisted. "Always dressed in black,
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;"On your knees." That was all he said. Thirty minutes later, here I was—still kneeling, watching this arrogant bastard sip his whiskey like he owned the damn world."This is ridiculous, Red. Why are you doing this?" I asked, my patience wearing thin.His gaze snapped to mine, his voice a low growl. "For the last time, Rose, don’t call me Red. Don’t. You. Dare."I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath. "Bastard.”He finally stood, swirling the last of his drink. "You can get up. It’s past midnight."And just like that, he was gone, leaving the private lounge without another word. I stood, stretching my stiff legs and glancing around the dimly lit room. A heavy sigh escaped me.I couldn’t do this anymore. Not the kneeling, not the power plays, and certainly not dealing with his melodrama."Oh, I’m the great Frederico Grey Di Grazia. No one dares cross me." Please.I glared at the door he’d walked through. “How did he even get this rich? And what the hell ha
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“Dad… how could you say that?” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger as I clutched the phone tighter. Standing in the communication room—the only place staff were allowed to make calls—I fought to keep my emotions in check.“Rose, don’t you want your mother to get better?” his voice came through the line, heavy with guilt and desperation. “She’s in the hospital, Rose. No proper food, no care… nothing.”I shut my eyes tightly, the sting of unshed tears burning. My chest heaved with frustration.“Ask Frederico for help,” he continued, his tone hardening. “He’s your ex, isn’t he? He owes you something!”“Pa!” I nearly shouted, the word bursting from my lips like a crack of thunder. “How can you even suggest that? You know what happened… you know what he did to me! It’s because of your loan from him that we’re in this mess in the first place. You’ve dragged all of us into this—Mom, Grandpa… me! And now you want me to crawl back to him?”“For crying out loud, Pa!
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;Edward led the way, his grip firm but gentle on my arm as we walked through the quiet paths of the estate. Nathalie trailed behind us, her loud footsteps crunching the gravel.“So, where exactly are we going?” Nathalie chimed in, her tone dripping with suspicion. “Or is this some secret lovebird getaway?”Edward sighed, glancing over his shoulder. “Do you have to comment on everything, Nathalie?”“Of course. I live for this stuff,” she replied with a grin, clearly enjoying herself.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible, you know that?”“Thank you! I’ll take that as a compliment.”After a few more minutes, we turned a corner, and the view ahead stopped me in my tracks. A gentle waterfall tumbled into a sparkling pool, surrounded by lush greenery and dotted with turtles sunbathing on the rocks. The sunlight filtering through the trees gave the place an almost magical glow.“Whoa…” I breathed, taking in the beauty of it all.“Told you it
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;"Please, Master… I know it’s insane, but I’ll do anything," Rose whispered, her voice trembling as she dropped to her knees before me.Tears glistened on her cheeks, falling in steady streams. Exactly what I wanted to see. There was something intoxicating about watching her crumble, the way her chest heaved as she fought for composure."Anything?" I drawled, my lips curving into a wicked smile. "Your father’s a fool, and your mother… she’s already knocking on death’s door. Why should I care?""Please…" she whimpered, desperation thick in her voice. "I’ll do whatever you ask, Master. Just… please."I leaned forward, tilting her chin up with my finger so her tear-streaked eyes met mine. "Fine. But if you want my help, you’ll have to earn it. Crawl to me like a good girl, and let’s see what you’re truly willing to do."Her hesitation lasted only a second, but it was enough to feed my power over her. Then, she obeyed, crawling toward me on shaky hands and knees.
Rose Alexandria Sinclair:“You had no reason for what you did earlier,” I snapped, my voice sharp.Frederico’s response was immediate. Without a word, he grabbed his glass of wine and threw it in my face.“Fuck yeah, I do,” he growled. “I owe you. I can do anything I want.” He pulled out his handkerchief, dabbing it gently against my face to wipe away the wine.“Did that hurt, Rose?” He asked, his tone now strangely soft as he lifted my chin, his eyes searching mine.“Stop. Please.” My voice trembled, barely more than a whisper.“Stop? Stop what?” He leaned in, the amusement in his eyes a cruel contrast to the concern he feigned.“Stop tormenting me, Red. Stop making me feel like this!” I shouted, my frustration boiling over. “It’s exhausting… it’s annoying!”A dark smirk twisted across his lips as he sank into the couch, clearly enjoying the scene he’d created.“Yeah? Well, I don’t actually care. Dance for me, slutty Rose. Show me what you’ve got,” he ordered, his voice thick with ma
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“Is it true, Jessica? Did you really hit her?” Ma’am Sarah’s voice thundered through the room, sharp and commanding. Jessica immediately burst into her infamous crocodile tears, sniffling dramatically.“It was an accident… Rose has been mean to me and my friends,” Jessica stammered, clutching my hands as if we were the best of friends. “Rose... I’m sorry!”I yanked my hands away, my expression one of pure disbelief.“What? Are you serious right now?” I snapped. “You hit me, slapped me, and your little squad treats me like dirt! And now you want to play the victim?”Before I could say another word, Ma’am Sarah’s stick landed sharply on the back of my head.“Enough!” she barked, her face stormy. “In all my thirty years working here, I never thought I’d see this level of foolishness!”Jessica immediately dropped to her knees, tears pouring like a waterfall. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am Sarah! Please, forgive me!”I ruffled my hair, my frustration boiling over. “This is
Rose Alexandria Sinclair; "Look, I don't care what you're saying—back off!" I snapped at Jessica, my voice cutting through the tension like a whip. Her glare deepened, and for a moment, it felt like her words slapped me across the face."How dare you?" she hissed, stepping closer. "Who the hell do you think you are? Seducing the boss, huh? I saw you!"A smirk tugged at my lips, sharp and mocking. "Why? Feeling insecure? Haven’t you had enough of his cock? Maybe it’s time someone better takes over."Her face twisted with rage as she lunged for my hair, but I was faster. I slapped her hand away with enough force to make her stumble."Enough!" I snarled, my voice low and venomous. "Try that again, and I swear, I'll ruin you. Bitch."I spat on the ground and stormed off, leaving the backyard without sparing her another glance. Behind me, I heard her screaming, stomping her feet like a tantrum-throwing child.Pathetic. I had bigger problems to deal with than some jealous wannabe.Frustrat
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;After everything that happened between us last night, Rose could barely walk properly. Do you know why? Because I screwed her so much.She laid on my bed throughout the night, sleeping.“Slutty Rose!!” I called, and she yawned, turning to the other side of the bed. She sniffed in, and I slapped her ass, making her jolt and her eyes snap open.“Heyyy…”“Look at you, enjoying your Master’s cock and bed... Aren’t you a selfish bitch?” I questioned, and she sat up, spreading her legs.“Like you didn’t enjoy me too? I mean, you were licking every bit of me!” She sneered, and I smirked deviously.“Yes… That’s what happens when a man is in need!” I responded, throwing the blanket off her. “It’s time you leave. My room isn’t for slaves!”Rose smirked, her gaze challenging, her legs still spread as she lay back on the bed. "Oh, so now the room isn't for slaves, huh?" She tilted her head with a teasing smile. "Funny, considering you just fucked one in the same room. Te
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;I stroked my cock slowly, my eyes glued to Rose’s trembling body. Her skin glistened under the soft light, her chest heaving as she fought against the restraints. She looked divine—like she was made to be worshipped and ruined all at once.Electricity buzzed under my skin, a raw and primal need coursing through my veins. The desire to claim her fully, to mark her in ways she could never forget, consumed me.“Shhh…” I whispered, my voice dark and teasing as I leaned down, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh. My fingers brushed over her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles before I pressed my lips to it in a feather-light kiss. Her muffled whimper was music to my ears.“Do you want to know how you look right now, Rose?” I asked, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re in my favorite position—legs spread so wide for me, every inch of you exposed and begging for my touch.”Her hands and legs were bound together, the silk ties biting just enough into
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“You’re…” I looked away as Frederico leaned closer, his lips dangerously near mine. The problem was, his towel was already gone, and his cock was touching my thigh. I could feel it—warm, solid, and big. “Why are you looking away? Are you afraid you’ll catch feelings for me again?” he asked, his voice smooth yet mocking as his mouth dipped lower, brushing against my chest. And then he did it—the most overdone move ever. He pulled out my left breast and put it in his mouth. Oh, Molly. I froze, my jaw practically hitting the floor. The way he moaned, his hand squeezing while his mouth worked, sent shivers racing through me, pulling me into an abyss I couldn’t escape. Before I knew it, my hand moved to his head, stroking it like he was a baby. “Mmm,” I moaned softly, my back arching in surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. He let go of my nipple only to crash his lips onto mine. His tongue invaded, his teeth grazed, and his lips devoured me entire
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“Ma, how are you?” I asked, gnawing at my nails—a bad habit that always crept up when stress or anxiety took over.“Rose…when are you coming to see me?” Her voice trembled, each word heavy with exhaustion. “The hospital bills, Rose…they’re piling up.”I closed my eyes, releasing a long, shaky breath. “Ma, I sent Pa some money last week. What do you mean?”She let out a bitter laugh that stung more than her words. “You sent him money? Rose, I haven’t seen your father in two days. He’s probably out gambling it all away!”My frustration bubbled over, spilling into my voice before I could stop it. “Why does he keep doing this, Ma? What is wrong with him? Does he even understand what it means for me to be stuck here, held captive in this godforsaken place, barely able to make ends meet?”I paced the tiny room, every corner closing in on me. “I’m working myself to the bone, Ma. I’m barely sleeping, barely eating, and for what? So he can throw it all away at some ca
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;The air in the room was heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigars. I leaned back in my leather armchair, the dim lighting casting sharp shadows across my face. Around the long, polished mahogany table sat the most powerful men in Italy, bankers, media moguls, politicians, and mafia dons. They weren’t just business associates; they were members of La Confraternita di Potere. The Brotherhood of Power.No symbols. No chants. No meaningless rituals. This was the occult of reality: a society where alliances were forged, futures were decided, and enemies were erased without a trace.I leaned forward, fingers steepled, as the Senator entered. His shoulders were stiff, his smile too forced. He was nervous. He should be.“Welcome, Senator Alessandro Vittorio,” I said, gesturing to the lone chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.”He paused, scanning the faces around him. These weren’t just powerful men—they were the kind of men who made governments r
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;I was tidying Frederico’s room when the memories of that night hit me like a freight train, vivid and impossible to push away.That arrogant bastard—he’d pushed me to my limits, made me finger myself while he watched, only to have me beg for his cock. And when he finally gave in, it was rough, consuming, leaving me trembling long after it was over.I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear the door open.“What’s taking you so long?”His deep, authoritative voice made me jump, the sheet slipping from my hands. I spun around to find Frederico leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on me.“Are you always this distracted while you work?” he asked, his tone cool but edged with something darker, something knowing.I swallowed hard, my face flushing as I fumbled for a response, but before I could say anything, his smirk deepened.“Let me guess,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Still thinking about last night?”“No,