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,
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;“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
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
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
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
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
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:“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,