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
Veronica Mae Vittorio:The poor ones criticize what they can’t get. My mother always told me it’s better to have one rich friend than a thousand poor ones. She was right, of course. That’s why I’ve never wasted my time on people who can’t afford to matter.I smirked as I lounged on the plush couch in the designer mall, my fingers idly tracing the sleek fabric of my bag. "What did you say?" I asked, voice smooth but dripping with disdain.“Nothing, Miss. I'm sorry…” The sales assistant’s head lowered, her voice shaky as she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her uniform.“Urgh. Apologies irritate me.” I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue. “You just said I can't have that dress because someone else bought it? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?” I asked, checking my nails, already bored with the conversation.I grabbed my iced coffee, sloshing it carelessly as I poured it all over her face."Ah!" she gasped, wiping the cold liquid off her face with shaky hands.I didn’t
Frederico Grey Di GrazieAlessandro sent an invitation to his party days before he got initiated. He must think he can buy his way through this... Bastard!I had no reason to be there, but the godfather said to keep an eye on the son of a bitch, which is exactly what I intend to do.Here we are, at the senator's estate. When I say "we," it automatically means Rose and I.A smile graced my lips as I recalled her tantrum the other day. If she thinks I’ve ruined her, she has no idea what I have in store for her. She’ll wish she never met me ten years ago or crossed my path. I’ll make her life a nightmare. Her path to damnation is only just beginning.As expected, she refused to accompany me to the senator's party. After a few threats from me, she was more obedient than a lamb—as she should be.The ride in the limo was quieter than a graveyard. Someone holds a grudge, huh? I let her sulk and focused on getting some work done on my phone.The moment the limo's engine stopped, I glanced out
Federico Di Grazia;The big old moon was at its peak tonight, the entire night stills the moment she raised the gun to her ex's face. She killed earlier today, I'm trusting she knows how to pull a fan trigger and get it over with. But, for some reason she was buying time. Stalling…..Waiting……For a miracle huh? Things like that do not exist, neither do luck or second chances. My fingers brushed right where I placed my cigar, inside my leather jacket. Reaching out for my lighter, I licked the cigar up and placed it on my lips when two gunshots resonated the silent night.The once peaceful night stained with the blood of her ex, she is now a two-timed cold bloody killer. Far stretched from my murder count, but we are getting somewhere. A smile graced my lips at the thought of how broken she already is.Few minutes later, she walks away from the apartment porch heading in my direction. The moment she sees me, her demure changes, I can picture how she feels right now,the urge to put
Rose SinclairThe moment I emptied the bullet into the strange bound woman, silence consumed the room. I could hear my own heartbeat; I could feel my breath. The entire space became distant, and the only thing I was staring at was the dead woman—the one I had killed just hours ago.My legs gave out, and I crumpled to the ground. Tears flowed freely down my face. I hurriedly dropped the gun as the weight of what I had done burdened my heart. I killed someone, Mama. I ended a life, just like a cold-blooded sociopath.If Mama were here, she would spit in my face and call me anything but her precious blood. I blame myself for killing her, but at the same time, I know I wouldn’t be here if Red hadn’t made me hurt her.“NOOOO!!!!!” I let out a scream of rage.“God, please, please, please,” I cried out, sobbing bitterly.I ran over to the dead woman and tried to resuscitate her. Her blood was on my hands, a chilling reminder of the crime I had committed. Her eyes were open, still and unmovin
Rose Sinclair;Two days later, I had another training session with Max or Mad Max, which I really prefer. I was assigned a room in the main building where trainees sleep. I really do not understand why Red would keep me in a place like this. Am I that weak to him? What do I need defence for? I am to stay in the mansion all day, so why the extra measures to ensure I'm strong. Not that it sounds bad or something……But I wasn't built or cut out for this.I was standing right in a room where there were rifles of all sorts, there was a shooting target, few hard from us. A large headset, probably to keep us away from the shooting noise. “Let me make one thing clear, this isn't meant for someone like You, if I had it my way, I would assign you somewhere else…... .Like the kitchen or cleaning team. Anyways, I don't expect you to do well, not that you would.” He grumbles the last part.What the hell is his problem? I don't want to be here just as the next person. Heck! I Hate it here and I
Rose Sinclair;I was dragged out by two hefty guys, they said nothing to me, neither did I to them. They were following orders and of course, I'm glad I'm out of that sickening room. We arrived at a door, where they had to use a key to open up, they pulled me inside the dark room, which they locked as they left me all alone in there. The only light in here was the illumination from the moon, it was barely anything, but I'm thankful at least I could see my surroundings a bit, this beats the other bloody room. It came to my notice there was no bed, chair or anything I could sit on except the cold hard ground. Where I would later sleep on and have the coldest night of my life. I could hear heavy footsteps approaching me, but I was too tired to open my eyelids. I lay still and made no sound neither did I move a muscle. “Get up and eat, we have a lot to do.” A feminine voice ordered. I compelled my eyes open, a tall beautiful yet angry lady stood few steps away from me.“Who are you, and
Federico D'Angelo;A Theory had been brought to light over the years, some believe in it, others might as well, call it faux. But, one thing remains whether the devil has a son or not, I am worse than that ugly motherfucker. Rivals, partners and even allies call me the devil, a monster, a cold heartless murderer; theories which I presume are right.I made Rose realize, I'm never to contend with, no one goes against my order. And if for some stupid reason, she assumes she could change my mind or go against me, she has got it all wrong. The ride home seemed short, or perhaps I've been clouded with many thoughts on what is and what's not. The chauffeur held the door while I stepped out, smoothing my suit jacket, heading inside the main building. I headed for my home bar, and grabbed a bottle of whisky,a bucket of ice and a glass. My phone chimed with notifications, business emails,one or two missed calls, and a text. The name of the sender sends a note of how important the text is; it
Rose Sinclair;My eyes closed, mind reeling, as the world around me shifted into darkness. My body swayed, then crumpled, collapsing onto the ground. I lay there Unconscious, lost in a void, when suddenly, I jolted back to reality. I look around, in the same room; same wall and no bodies. There was no sign of blood or body lying around. No indication whatsoever that Federico murdered two people in cold blood, right in front of me. But, something seemed different and I couldn't pinpoint what it was.I tried to stand up, still feeling dizzy but I managed to stay on my feet. Red was already very comfortable on a chair; must have been there for him while I lost consciousness. His icy glare showed he has a lot to say. He crossed his leg over the other one, as he continued staring without moving an inch.“Welcome back to earth, mother Teresa, how was your trip to the holy pilgrimage.” He teased, scouting me for reaction.As she checked around where the father and daughter had been taped
Rose Sinclair;I can't, I can't, i-i-i can't, please.” I whispered. I have never held a gun in my life, I have no idea how to use one. Not only that, I have to choose between shooting one to the other. It's an impossible decision ! A preposterous situation. killing Mr Russo while his daughter watches or killing the daughter on the father's watch. I just won't be doing this……No!“Then let's see what will happen, when the choice is taken from you.” Red smirked, his mouth twisting in a snare. Grabbing the gun out of my hands, rather too harsh. Which should be the last thing on my mind right now, but hey!Federico untied the ropes from Russo’s hands. tossed him the gun, he orders. “Kill her or I'll kill your daughter.”Wait a minute!!!Is he going mad???Mr Russo hesitates for a second, but desperation gets the best of him, as he raises the gun in my direction. My jaws dropped to the ground, I couldn't even move a muscle, I was shocked to my bones, Mr Russo would do this to me? I m
Frederico Grey Di Grazia:My attention was needed in one of the warehouses where we keep our weapons, mostly imported and stocked up here. But the numbers didn't add up, it was a different number of goods in the portfolio. I ordered the men to bring out the goods for thorough check up, all over again.While I sat, my men began recounting and recycling the goods. For some reason, I had a nagging feeling, my mind wasn't at ease, not because of the suspected fraud going in here, but a feeling that something is going wrong back home. To quell that thought, I tapped into the CCTV camera back home, and one of them revealed Rose sneaking around the house. Two could also play………I made a call to the team back home, instructing them to discreetly allow Rose to bypass security protocols. He was confused at first, but he knew better than to ask questions, right after getting an order. I hung up, called the driver to take me back home. Let's see what you have in mind Rose, let's see. I thought
Rosa SinclairThe morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the faint haze of a dull, throbbing headache. My mind was foggy as I tried to recall the events of yesterday. The chirping of the birds, each noise and sound, made my headache worse.I swung off the comforting duvet, stepped into my flip-flops, and headed to the large mirror just outside the bathroom. I looked worse than Harley Quinn with smudged makeup. The party dress was still on, and I hadn’t removed my makeup, leaving scary eyeliner streaks running down my face—a result of all the crying I did last night after Red left.I finished my morning routine, but all I wanted was to go back to bed and maybe try to forget my worries. Memories of Mrs. Caruso’s necklace kept popping up. I lay back on my bed, hands clasped over my head in frustration. The thought of the necklace I saw at the senator's party wasn’t going away anytime soon. Then my mind wandered back to my argument with Red.Calling me a drama queen? Mo