Andrea staggered, and Rex and his other Bodyguard, both wearing blank expressions, exchanged glances before exiting the room.Amira turned to face him, seeing him already wasted, and it was the first time she had seen him in this condition."Andrea?" Amira mumbled softly while staring at him as he approached her with a broad grin, which somehow alarmed her."What is this gorgeous lady doing on my bed?"Andrea groaned, unbuttoning his shirt roughily; Amira did not know how to react, so she just faced him and watched his every move.Andrea staggered to the bathroom without answering his question and remained there for a while, until the sound of a shower was heard."Is he fine now?" Amira had to question herself while paying close attention to his movements.He soon emerged from the bathroom, wearing his bathrobe, his jet black hair messy, and his face brightened as he noticed her staring at him.This was the first time they would be sleeping in the same bed, and Amira was already uncom
Andrea stared at the phone, fixed on the unknown number. No strange or unknown contact would reach him privately, which is why he had managers, a secretary, and his closest guard, Rex.He scoffed and threw the phone to the floor, wearing boxing gloves. He stood before the trainer, who was waiting for him to finish their round.He walked quickly to the trainer, throwing punches at him, filled with resentment. Despite the trainer's professional efforts to dodge all of his punches, Andrea was too quick.He continued this until one of his punches struck the trainer in the face. He felt a cut on his lips, but Andrea did not stop punching him, making the guards and the trainer more concerned about him than himself."Martini!" He mumbled, then escaped his grip and ran out of the ring. Andrea took a deep breath while staring into space, and in his peripheral vision, he noticed Rex approaching."Boss, I have given her the message; don't you think it is time to leave before something else happe
“Hey! I never asked you to carry me. Put me down!" Amira struggled with this hand, but nothing happened. Andrea walked straight to the entrance, still carrying Amira.His men were well-prepared and well-armed. Brenda then emerged holding some items that belonged to Amira.The staff, particularly the women, were shocked and jealous as everyone silently watched them depart the hotel.“Non sapevo che il nostro padrone fosse sposato.(I never knew, our master was married)” One of the staff members whispered, and the other who could hear her agreed.Amira felt embarrassed in Andrea's arms, her cheeks stained red, as she realized she was still on the man's shoulder and had called her husband in front of everyone.She closed her eyes, her hair falling all over her face, refusing to return the looks she was giving people, as the mumbles around them became louder.As they approached the car, one of his men opened the door for them, and Andrea gently dropped Amira off his shoulder and onto her
“Boss.” The chauffeur spoke firmly as they came to a halt in front of the large water fountain, which was in front of the mansion on the estate.Rex from the other car in front approached and opened the door for Andrea to enter. Before he brought out his foot, he took a deep breath, attempting to appear cool, but Rex, who had known him for years, knew he wasn't.Soon, some young ladies in uniform ran out of the mansion, eyes fixed on the ground, and walked straight to the vehicle.“Benvenuto signore! (welcome, Sir!)” They all greeted politely and maintained a straight face. However, they were surprised that Andrea did not arrive alone this time, as one of them noticed a female figure in the car.Andrea shook his head, remaining silent. He returned to the car and held out his hands for Amira to pick.Amira nodded nervously before accepting his hand, hers so small in his."Introducing your new mistress." Andrew spoke in an emotionless tone that made her feel intimidated.“Benvenuta, sig
"How come I can't have a room of my own?" Amira groaned as she watched the maids enter the walk-in closet, carrying their belongings and arranging them neatly.Amira stood there, her gaze drawn from them to the window, which overlooked the city. She sighed, her thoughts drifting back to the moment they were welcomed.“That look.” She whispered, her hands on her chest, rubbing and stroking gently.“It wasn't welcoming at all.” She reflected, staring into space. One of the ladies noticed her position and approached her, tapping her."Be prepared." The maid said something that confused her due to her accent, and then they all left, some of them giving her a glare as they walked away.She took a deep breath and began taking off her clothes. But first, she paused to listen for any movements outside the door, heading in her direction, but she heard none.Exhaling a sigh of relief, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water run down her entire body."Why is everyth
Andrea's mood changed after hearing about the possibility of divorce from Amira. But why did he refuse to get a divorce and instead follow his parents' advice? That was something he was unaware of. Despite not having developed such close feelings for her, he was drawn to her because he saw Amira as more than just a possession.Then he heard his phone ring. "What is wrong?" He muttered as his gaze strayed throughout the hallway."I believe it’s the scarfaces, boss. One of the men was spying on us, and we caught him. He was not responding when we asked him to speak.” Rex spoke."The lack of bodyguards at Martini's estate is impressive. Make sure you beat the living daylights out of that jerk until he speaks, and if he doesn't, call me to take over." Andrea smirked in response, then hung up the phone with a frustrated sigh.However, since the scarfaces had made their initial attempt at the hotel, he was not shocked that they would follow him around. But he was not thinking about that; in
Andrea wandered the hall, his mind racing with ideas, but hearing screams from somewhere around the mansion prompted him to draw his gun, just in case there was an intruder inside. He thinned his brow as he walked down the east wing hallway, but he was surprised to see other men with guns looking at each other in confusion. "Sorry, master, we heard it too, but it was from a maid, she enraged madam Martini," one of the men said, avoiding Andrea's intimidating stare. Andrea rolled his eyes in annoyance, cursing under his breath as he regretted wasting his energy coming out here, before relocating his gun to his pocket and returning to the upper floor. As he approached, he noticed Rex walking down the hallway to his room with a straight face, and when he saw Andrea, he quickened his pace and gave him a respectful bow. "Boss, the car is ready, and we have assigned some men to accompany us as an escort and security.” "Hmm.." Andrea mumbled, pressing his hands against his forehead. Hi
Mature scene 18+Alicia approached him, removing her clothes, from her outfit to her underwear. She smiled at Andrea's expression of anticipation.She felt both nervous and excited. Andrea was so popular, even among the ladies, that she was overjoyed when she realized she had been chosen to satisfy him.Andrea stared at her, his gaze sweeping over her body. She was a very curvaceous lady; her waist was so tiny that one would think she hardly ate; her bo0bs were so full and round, inviting him to be fondled; and her as$ were so large that they jiggled behind her with each step.Andrea felt his dîck twist as he took in every detail about her body. He was unaware that he was married at the time, but he understood that Amira would not give a damn if she knew.His gaze was drawn to her neck tattoo, which bore her name.“Alicia.” He said something to himself. He hated the way his body reacted as she stood there, removing her bra.Her bo0bs spilled out, her spiked pink nipples pointing at hi
With anxiety consuming her, Amira trailed behind Old Mr. Martini, wondering what he intended to discuss with her. As she observed his movements, she came to the conclusion that, despite his advanced age, he walked very quickly; this person had strong genes.Andrea walked silently behind her, even though he was on his way to his room, but a part of him wanted to hear what his grandfather had in store for her, what he wanted to tell her about, or if he was planning something else for her.After that, they went into another tastefully furnished relaxation area that had a vintage feel to it due to the scent of leather and wood. However, her nervousness is consuming her. Old Mr. Martini sat in his chair, staring at Amira, and then shifted his attention from hers to Andrea, who was standing at the door and glaring at him."This has nothing to do with your opinion, Andrea; I didn't call you." Old Mr Martini returned the glare and motioned for him to leave them alone. Andrea wasn't sure abou
Amira's eyes scanned the serene yet lovely street as she noticed the abrupt silence surrounding her. However, its beauty compelled her to keep walking as quickly as she could to a place she did not know."Amira, you don't know anywhere around here; I think it is time we go back."Her inner voice told her, and she took a deep breath before turning around and walking back to where she had begun her journey. But what bothered her was why a street could be so silent, even though there were other houses nearby. Nothing could be heard, no vehicle, no murmurs of people, just her in that lonely street."What have I done?" Reality struck her as she realized she had forgotten the path she had taken while walking away from Martini's Mansion.She then walked and discovered three streets, her heart pounding so hard.She stood there for a while, not knowing where she had come from or where she was going. She wanted to see if she could increase her chances of escaping if necessary, but it now appear
Andrea walked into his usual bar, his lips pursed in rage and his expression dangerously frightening. His bodyguards, Rex and Jay, followed him, dressed casually, keeping an eye out for any potential trespassers.Feliz spotted him and his face lit up with joy. He dropped his female strippers and ran towards him, but his smile faded as soon as he saw his face. He knew that Andrea wouldn't like it if he was too bothered, or he would push his button and kill him.However, something else surprised him: his appearance and the ring on his finger. To satiate his need, he demanded them in the comfort of his own home, even though he knew Andrea didn't just walk into his bar."Mr. Martini," he smiled, showing his upper teeth. "What honor do I have with your presence?"Andrea looked at him unimpressed, his hands tightened into a fist, and he walked into the bar, ignoring the eyes on him and the majority of the ladies staring at him."Should I set up a VIP room?" Feliz inquired, but Andrea respon
"I am surprised you are in my grandparents' home, Mr Bellini; is there something you came to do?" Andrea finally broke the awkward silence, ignoring his grandfather's warning glare, knowing what he could do."Of course, I wouldn't be here for no reason." He laughed and switched to Italian while clearing his throat. His expression turned cold, his gaze first on Andrea and then on Lily, who was busy playing with her fingers to relieve the tension she was feeling."I made an agreement with your father and grandfather, and it has been a while. I am guessing you already knew about it," he said, his voice rough and thick with an Italian accent."Well, Andrea, you understand why Mr. Bellini is here. He came to find out about you and Lily's marriage proposal." Old Mr Martini took over, his eyes glaring at Andrea before softening as he looked at Lily."I signed an agreement with him when your father was still the CEO of Martini Luxe. We went bankrupt at the time, and Mr. Bellini was extremely
Andrea put on his clothes with a smug grin, a faint smile spreading across his face. He had no idea that this moment would arrive so quickly, but the fact that she had to do it in exchange for what she wanted ruined the whole experience. To tell the truth, though, would he let her leave?"I'll bet she tries." He scoffed, his hand on the doorknob, his presence breaking the silence of the room.A devious smirk crept across his face, knowing what he would do. He had agreed, but not for long. He wondered if she was planning to leave while they were in Italy, or if she would leave when they returned to the United States.But one thing he wanted to do was let her try and see how far she could go, or how far she could separate herself from him without feeling anything else.He then opened the door and walked down the hallway, adjusting his outfit, his hair was a little messy, he had other things on his mind at the time, he wondered how long he would stay in Italy, and how long he could go wi
"Why do you need a tattoo?" Andrea asked quietly, trailing kisses down her abdomen and squeezing her perky nipples again. Amira wondered if this was the best time to discuss her past scars. Did she have a valid reason for tattooing her scars instead?Growing up as a child into a young woman, her mother had raised her in such a way that she despised scars on her body, as small as a scratch, and saw them as dirty, as flaws, but most people preferred to keep her scars as a reminder for them, or as something to be proud of."You never told me who was really behind this cupcake; you mentioned your family, but never said who specifically ruined your beautiful skin.” He whispered, pressing his hot breath against her skin and kissing every visible scar on her body.With each kiss that Andrea gave her, Amira's stomach twisted, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she felt a tingle rise on her skin.Then he returned his finger to her clit, rubbing, pinching, and caressing it, watching her trembl
"Yes, one fuck won't hurt; do this and then let me go," Amira whispered, looking into his eyes. She was still scared, but her courage grew gradually. Andrea scoffed, revealing her fear despite her best efforts to conceal it."Are you certain about this? If you know you are fucking scared, don't force yourself to do something you would curse at me about." He taunted, his lips curled into a crook smile."Yes, you offered to let me go after this, and I accept." Amira mumbled with her eyes half closed."Silly girl," he said quietly, walking towards the door and closing it with a click. With a hand on her chest, Amira felt a lump in her throat and tried to calm herself by telling herself she was fine."I will ask for the last time, Amira," Andrea's voice grew deeper as he approached her slowly, giving her predator vibes, and the smell of his cologne filled her nose, "do you agree on this?""I agree, Andrea, as long as you let me go." She blinked, tempted to back away as he approached. With
His words rang like a bell in Amira's ears, and she lifted her chin to look him in the eyes, noticing the evil grin on his face, which irritated her to the core. Being claimed, tamed, reminded that she would never be independent, and reminded that she no longer possessed free will were all things she hated.The air around them stiffened as they stared at one another without saying a word. They let their eyes speak for them, and as the tears continued to fall down Amira's cheek like a drop of rain, her vibrant eyes popped up.Andrea's golden eyes moved from her left to her right, savoring the variations in color and the tears streaming down her cheeks. It felt like seeing her like this roused the sleeping feeling inside of him, as he had not seen her like this in a long time, aside from the first week after their marriage, when she tried to escape.You are free to cry all you want, cupcake, but I own every single drop of those tears. You can do whatever you want, run as fast as you can
“Should I be frank with you?” Amira bit her lip, casting a glance at Andrea, who was backing away from them; their loud conversation had once again devolved into a whisper. Willing to listen to her confession, Lily nodded her head."I know you are keeping an eye on Andrea, and honestly, I don't mind it. Besides, I don't love him; I was forced to marry him, and he refuses to let me go. I was overjoyed when I learned that he was going to marry another woman. So I am relieved to see you two together right now."Lily kept her mouth half open, staring at the woman in front of her; what she had just heard felt surreal. How could anyone not love Andrea Martini, unless she was mad upstairs? Her throat dried, and her mouth hung open in disbelief.She assumed Amira was just saying that to hide her jealousy or to pretend that she did not care, but her eyes told her otherwise, indicating that she was being honest with her words. She wondered what Andrea had done to her to the point where she no l