Hello my beautiful readers! I have lots of ideas in my head for this story, so it makes it difficult to update as frequent. I do have 3 ongoing stories. Once I finish one of them, this one can pick up. What did you think of Giulia's pov? Who do you think called Padrino? And how did you feel of Pengardo's new experience? They'll definitely be visiting room one though. LOL. Don't forget to join Mademoiselle Marie's Boudoir for details on updates and giveaways! XOXO.
*Penelope’s POV* I don’t recognize myself. The fact that the little show actually made me so wet and Edgardo… Well, had me at the brink before pulling away had my emotions clashing. I was horny as hell, and I was pissed. How could he just tease my poor pūssy like that? She has feelings too, you know? I looked around briefly, realizing the little hallway was getting pretty full, and leaned into Edgardo’s face as I poked his chest. “You can’t just tease my body as you wish and where you wish,” I sneered, making him chuckle lowly, sending the vibrations right to my aching pūssy. Well, r.i.p. panties. “You sure about that?” He taunted as he wrapped his hands around my small wrists before twisting me around and pinning both hands behind me. “Need I remind you that you, Penelope Benedetti, are all fūcking mine?” I cleared my throat while trying to hide my flushed cheeks from the nearby onlookers. I wanted to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, but I quite like his package and woul
*Alberto’s POV* “Cosa abbiamo?” (Italian: What do we have?) I grunted, climbing into the back seat right after Francisco. “Russians,” Edgardo stated as I raised my brow at him. “The Petrovs to be exact.” Petrovs. That rings a fūcking bell. Francisco squinted at him for a moment before speaking up. “They are not trying to help us.” “We don’t know that,” I told him as I motioned for Edgardo to proceed. “This is not the Alberto I know,” he grumbled in response before the door opened again and Aurelio climbed behind the wheel, making Edgardo grind his teeth. “Focus,” I growled at Edgardo before ripping the tablet from his hands as Aurelio backed up the SUV. Edgardo cleared his throat and leaned forward. “The son took over recently after his sister went missing and his father started making rookie mistakes.” “Like attacking one of my warehouses.” Francisco scoffed. “I thought you had shīt under control here,” I growled, glaring at him as he rolled his eyes. “I did have it und
*Alberto’s POV* “Fūck, angel,” I groaned as I pushed her against the bed and ripped her tiny dress right through the middle. “I missed you so much.” “Padrino,” she cried, spreading her legs further apart for me. “I want you. Need you.” “Me too, angel. Me fūcking too,” I growled as I popped the button of my pants open and lowered the zipper. She watched me with hunger as I pulled out my throbbing cōck. The tip of my shaft leaked with pre-cūm at the thought of being so close to home. My cōck and I have never been so desperate to be inside of a woman before. “Fūck me, Alberto,” she begged me with hooded eyes as her teeth worried her bottom lip. “Patience, angel,” I hissed as my hand slowly caressed up and down her body. First my thumb trailed her pouty lips before my rough knuckles stroked her jaw and then her neck. My eyes and hands mesmerized at the beautiful woman before me. I’d never bow down to anyone but Isadora Blanco Di Luca. A fact that even I can’t believe crossed my mi
*Isadora’s POV* I barely had a chance to pull my hair back when I started puking into the toilet. This has been my morning routine for a few days now, which was insane since I’m on a strike and haven’t really been eating. A knock on the door had me groaning before more vomit came out of my mouth like a fūcking exorcist. Fūck me bro. “Leave me alone,” I whined into the toilet as I tied my hair into a messy bun before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Your husband is on the phone,” one of Mattias’ little lap dogs grunted from the other side of the door. I hate it when they call him my husband, but that’s really what that asšhole is. “Go away,” I finally grumbled, only for the loser to continue knocking like the pest that he was. With a heavy sigh and only when I was sure I was done throwing up my intestines, I stood up and flushed the toilet before making my way to the sink. The insistent knocking was really pissing me off, but I ignored it and proceeded to brush my
*TRIGGER WARNING* . . . *I'M SO SERIOUS | YOU'VE BEEN WARNED* *Alberto’s POV* I walked into my basement as I rolled up my sleeves. The room smelled—reeked of blood, sweat, and piss. As it should, of course. My men surrounded Santoro’s already bleeding figure as he hung from the ceiling by his arms. “I hope he’s awake already,” Francisco hissed from behind me. “Because I’m itching to have some fun.” “Me too, Fratello. Me too.” I said as my men opened a path for Francisco and me. As soon as Santoro heard our footsteps, he lifted his head and smiled at us cockily. I really hate the fūcker. Him and his son. “It took you long enough,” he stated calmly before spitting out blood to the side. “You’d think he wouldn’t be so cocky when he’s going to die,” Francisco hissed as he ripped open his shirt. Unlike me, Francisco tended to prefer to have his shirt off when things were about to get extra bloody. Me? The more blood, the better, and I could care less if my clothes was d
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* “Get me a doctor,” I hissed over my shoulder before one of my guys turned to get one of the doctors we had on call in here as instructed. I was honestly surprised that Santoro had held this long without passing out, but if we don’t treat his wounds soon, he may die on us, and I still had lots of fun planned for him. Not to mention that he still hadn’t talked. Motherfūcker. Which reminds me… I turned towards the torture table and wiped the blood off my hands before reaching for my phone. I quickly pressed on the message button and found exactly what I was looking for. Or hope to find, that is. Petrov: Let’s talk before I give you a location. Call me when you are ready to talk. I gripped my phone tighter as I exhaled. 5 4 3 “What’d they say?” Francisco asked me as he peered over my shoulder. I sucked on my teeth before pressing the call icon and lifting the phone to my ear. Petrov answered on the first ring, not allowing me enough time
*Isadora’s POV* It was a good thing that Mattias had to meet with someone before the actual meeting between capos that he had told me about because he didn’t have time to force himself on me. Being that we were short on time, he barely said a word to me while we got ready. His cologne was also making me feel even more queasy, so I can’t promise I wouldn’t have barfed all over him if he had gotten any closer than he was. As soon as I stepped out of the closet in the tight skirt, silver, lace and backless shirt with six-inch heels, Mattias stopped buttoning the cufflinks on his shirt. His eyes slowly scanned my body, making me uncomfortable. I finally moved and walked towards the bathroom, hoping like hell that he wouldn’t ignore the fact that we were running late, and he wouldn’t get any ideas. I looked into the mirror, catching his eyes as he approached me from behind. My heart hammered in my chest when I noticed the intention in his eyes. The vomit burned my throat as I forced
*Alberto’s POV* “Fūcking traitors,” Francisco hissed under his breath as we continued to listen to all the bottom feeders strategize against us. Even with the masks, we knew who was who. I had my lucky knife in my hand while I opened and closed it like a lunatic as I listened to those assholes. Fūck it. I’m a lunatic and I’m proud. “So any idea when we are moving in?” One of them asked Ventura as he scratched his beard. Isa’s eye twitched as she glared back at the asshole, but Santoro placed his hand on her exposed thigh and squeezed it hard, earning a soft gasp to escape her lips. I stopped midway closing my knife while I watched them tensely. “Do you need help controlling your bītch?” Ventura asked Santoro with an amused smile. “I’m going to fūcking kill him,” Francisco sneered under his breath before holding his hand out to stop me from jumping to my feet. “That makes two of us,” I muttered back, already calculating every way to make him bleed. Santoro pulled Isa on hi
*Isadora’s POV* I was struggling to breathe as Edgardo instructed Padrino’s and Papa’s men to watch Pen and Mamma with their lives. We had to divide the men between them and us, since we couldn’t be reckless either. When Edgardo finally finished barking out orders, he led me towards the black Porsche that Padrino used when he would drive himself places, which was rare anymore. It was also faster than the other SUVs. Edgardo opened my door, helping me inside before rounding the car quickly and climbing behind the wheel. The car purred to life, and he didn’t hesitate to speed past the others. He handed me his phone and gave me some numbers to dial for him as he practically flew past the gates surrounding our land. “Put it on speaker. Please.” “Petrov.” The man with the thick Russian accent answered anxiously as soon as I hit the speaker button. “Petrov, it’s Morello’s right-hand.” “Edgardo, right?” he asked quickly as I heard him shuffling through some things. “Correct.
*Alberto’s POV* The doors to the SUVs were already open as we made our way to them. I fetched my phone from my pocket as Francisco climbed in before me. “What do you have, Ethan?” I growled into the phone as soon as he picked up. “The abandoned warehouses were owned by LoTech. I can’t find the details on the owners of that foreign company, but I have a pretty good idea.” “I don’t want ideas! I want fūcking facts!” My snapped reply had Francisco turning to face me with brows furrowed as I shut the door behind me. “Si, Capo. I’m still on it, but—” “I’m already on my way there, Ethan! There are no fūcking buts!” “Understood. Also, the nearby cameras were able to capture a male in his early to mid-twenties, entering the building down the street on a few occasions with what looked like groceries. I’m sending the picture over now.” I pulled the phone from my ear, placing it on speakerphone as I opened my message app. “What’s going on?” I held my hand up to Francisco to stop
*Isadora’s POV* ~A few weeks later~ I turned the knob in the bathtub, letting water fill it before I stood up straight to pull my hair into a bun. Things have been crazier than normal these past few weeks. Padrino has been more tense than usual since he and the Russians have still been unable to find my brother. They have met a few times to discuss strategies to bring him out, but nothing has worked yet. Penelope mentioned a conversation she overheard between Daniella and someone else, but all the numbers Ethan looked into were dead ends. Everyone that they had questioned also seemed not to know about him, even less where to find him. It’s like he never existed in the first place. But I knew better. All of that has kept me from sleeping well the past few days. I haven’t wanted to tell Padrino because I knew how intense he could get, and he already had enough on his plate. I just hoped we were able to find him before the baby was born. I exhaled slowly before dipping my hand int
*POTENTIAL TRIGGER* *Alberto’s POV* “Do you remember your safe word?” My voice was thick and low as I folded my angel over the tortūre table. Having her this way was better than any wet dream I could have ever had. “Angel,” she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!” “I promise, Padrino,” she whispered as she looked at me over her shoulder. “Mmmm.” I smacked her ass cheeks together while I squeezed them so hard that you’d think I’d drawn blood. “What did I tell you in my office?” She seemed to be in a daze as she pushed her hips back, rubbing her dripping pūs
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* I struggled to give my angel space to do her thing. Not because I didn’t trust she could bring Daniella pain like never before. More like I was being tortūred right along with her. I was hard as steel the whole time, having fantasies of railing my goddaughter’s tight pūssy harder than ever. I can’t help that everything about her combined with tortūre just did it for me. Daniella’s gurgled cries pulled me back as my angel wiped her bloody hands on a towel Aurelio had handed her a few minutes ago. I didn’t mind her hands full of blood, but my angel kept grumbling every time the knife slipped back. My eyes drifted towards Daniella again and I couldn’t help being proud of my girl’s masterpiece. To most, it was a sight straight out of a horror movie, but to me, it was as if I was watching my own personal pōrn episode. All that was missing was my angel’s naked cunt, dripping and ready for the pounding of a lifetime. I shook those thoughts out of
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Isadora’s POV* After making my guest of honor comfortable, I exited the room and slowly entered the open, yet dark basement that Padrino had Daniella chained in. To say I was excited would have been an understatement. I never knew I’d be so thrilled to make someone pay for their wrongdoings. Okay, I’m lying, but really. This amount of eagerness just to send someone to hell should be illegal… Or maybe I’m ready to be admitted to the psych ward. “Isa-sadora,” she croaked before her teeth chattered involuntarily. I’m glad she still remembers my name. My eyes trailed down her body, realizing that her trembling was definitely caused by more than fear. Her body was stripped down, and the air in this room was cold enough to be considered a bedroom-sized freezer. “Yes, Isadora.” I smirked as I moved closer to her, not feeling an ounce of pity for the woman that tormented me for weeks on end. I already knew how I wanted to end her, but I was still deciding how to
*Alberto’s POV* My angel squirmed on my lap as I fed her breakfast. “Angel,” I growled in warning. “I don’t have time to fūck you again right now, so stop teasing.” She poked her bottom lip out like the brat that she was, forcing my lips to tug upward into a smile. Fūck, I missed my bratty girl. “Open,” I ordered in a deep voice that had her body shivering and her eyes darkening. When she finally opened her mouth, I gave her a spoonful of the yogurt she had grabbed earlier. Some of the excess of the yogurt got on her lips, forcing me to lean forward and lick it clean. “Good girl.” “Padrino,” she purred, the sound doing its usual number on my cōck. I couldn’t help being hard every second my girl was around. It could be considered natural now. “It’s so hard to have self-control around you, angel,” I murmured as she smiled back before grabbing the spoon out of my hand. “My turn.” She scooped up more yogurt and I opened my mouth, ready to be fed, but the spoon missed my mouth c
*Alberto’s POV* I couldn’t help but smile as my angel stepped in front of me and slowly buttoned up my dress shirt. Last night was something else. It was like a dream and already had me desperate for more. “I’ve ordered breakfast to be delivered to my office if you want to join me,” I said before she could pull away, and hoping to take my mind off her sweet pūssy. The food was obviously for her, since I wanted to make sure she had all her meals. My need to take care of her only intensified knowing she was growing my baby. I placed one of my hands on her lower back and pressed her to my body as my other hand tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’d like that.” The moment her tongue slid across her bottom lip, my fingers slid to the back of her head and tugged her head back. “Me too, but if we don’t get out of here soon…” She laughed as she pushed against my chest and walked away from me, her laugh making me smile with her. Fūck, I missed this. I grabbed
*Isadora’s POV* I paced the bathroom as I nibbled on my nails, nervous as hell to leave the bathroom and talk to Padrino. I had hyped myself up all the way until we arrived inside the bedroom. But then the walls felt like they were closing in on me. I had quickly rushed into the bathroom, hoping another shower would calm my nerves. But it did shīt to sort my chaotic mind. I still can’t believe how nervous I feel. I used to feel most confident in that department. Especially in his arms. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror as I took a deep breath. You got this, Isa. You are safe. Strong. Beautiful. Powerful. Breathe— “Angel?” Padrino’s voice echoed on the other side of the door, stopping me from my self-motivating speech any further. “Are you alright?” “Yes,” I replied as I shook my hands and rolled my neck. It took him long enough to come check on me. I mean, I probably finished my shower twenty minutes ago. Before he could ask me anything else, I turned