*Alberto’s POV* This was really fūcking happening. I could feel her warm pūssy choking my cōck like there was no tomorrow. I looked down at our connected bodies and almost cām on the spot at how fūcking perfect it was. She was fūcking made for me. That was for sure. I released one of her asš cheeks, caressing her back slowly. I don’t even recognize myself right now. I could be fūcking her, but here I was touching her instead. My hands explored on their own accord, feeling every inch of her perfect little body. A perfect little body that I will destroy in no time. ‘No, Alberto. This is your angel.’ I told myself as I tried to push the beast back, but then my angel spoke and I fūcking lost it. “Fūck me, Daddy.” She moaned, trying to ride me, but I just dug my nails further, forcing her to stop. “You don’t want that, Angel.” I hissed, releasing one of her cheeks and pulling her hair back as I thrusted forward, ever so slowly. “Yes, I want you to fūck me real good, Alberto.” Sh
*Alberto’s POV* As soon as we made it out of the water, we both grabbed our clothes to get dressed. Not that I could take my eyes off her. She was fūcking perfect. “Aiutami.” (Italian for “Help me.”) She said as she turned around while pulling that body suit up her big round asš, making it jiggle. “Se potessi farlo a modo mio. Saresti sempre nudo.” (Italian for “If I could have it my way. You would always be naked.”) I murmured in her ear as I helped her button it. “Maybe some day—” She was saying when I grabbed her neck, forcing her to look at me. “No one can know about this, Angel.” I told her, as she frowned. “I know. I just thought— I don’t fūcking know.” She said as she sighed before getting her jeans on. I hated keeping us a secret. I honestly don’t give a shīt what anyone says or thinks other than Francisco, of course. It’s not like we are blood related anyway. She could be mine out in the open if Francisco and I had never been like brothers. The age gap isn’t an iss
*Alberto’s POV* When I finally managed to control my beast, I got out of the car. “Is everything alright, Alberto?” Francisco asked me with brows furrowed as I walked to them. “Yeah. I’m just tired.” I replied as I gave Giulia a kiss on the cheek. “Alla fine ci hai fatto visita.” (Italian for “You finally paid us a visit.”) She said, pursing her lips. “Been busy.” I shrugged, looking back at Francisco, who was smirking at me. “Posso dire che lo sei.” (Italian for “I can tell you are.”) He said as he pulled the shirt from around my neck. “I see Anita treated you well.” He said, making Isa crack her neck tensely. “Padrino said you had to talk to me.” She said with a tense voice. “Ah, yes. Come inside. I need to talk to the both of you.” He said as he turned toward the door. I was about to walk behind Francisco when Isa’s hand brushed over my cōck, instantly waking it up. For fūck’s sake! It had just calmed down. I pulled on her hair roughly, making her moan softly. I saw
*Alberto’s POV* I kissed her like I was scared of losing her. I kissed her desperately and roughly. I pulled her hair so she could give me access to her playful tongue. A tongue that I immediately sucked on when she opened her mouth. She jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walked us over to my bed. I placed her on my bed before pulling away. She got on her knees, looking up at me as if waiting for me to talk or make the next move. “We will figure this out.” I told her again as I caressed her cheek. “No one is touching you, but we will talk about it later.” I said as my hand slowly moved down her neck and settling on her top that I had removed not too long ago. A top that won’t have the same luck this time. I reached for it with both hands, ripping it off her body and making her bite her lips in anticipation. “I’m so mad, Angel.” I told her as I reached for the waistband of her tight jeans. “You know what that means?” I asked her. “Yes.” She panted as her hands
*Alberto’s POV* I got the sudden urge to pee, forcing me to wake up from the best fūcking sleep I have ever had. When my eyes opened, my angel’s beautiful sleeping face came into view, making me smile. Smile. I have been doing a lot of that since she came back into my life. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and grabbed my stiff cōck to pee. I hated peeing with a hard on. It was like shooting a three pointer. You are most likely to miss. Luckily, I didn’t miss this time. I immediately flushed the toilet and washed my hands before making it back to the bedroom. I stopped when I saw Isa’s naked body laying on my bed. Only one leg was covered by the sheets. I licked my lips as my mind replayed every single time I fūcked her yesterday. I had never fūcked so many times and felt the need to keep going like I did with her. Ten fūcking rounds. Ten. That didn’t even include our little sexcapade. I looked at my cōck, shaking my head. I was clearly ready to cūm some more. I walked over
*Alberto’s POV* It had been a while since I had been this pissed. But I had never been this pissed at my brother. I can’t believe him right now. There had to be something else. Something doesn’t seem quite right. “Capo, where to?” Edgardo asked me as I was approaching one of the SUVs. “Bruno’s.” I replied instantly before opening the door and helping Isa inside. As soon as I got in and closed the door behind us, Isa climbed on my lap. “What was that about, Padrino?” She asked, wrapping her arms around my neck. “What?” I asked with brows furrowed. “I told you that I would defend you.” “Yeah, but you basically told him that I’m yours to deal with now. Aren’t you worried that he will figure out that something is going on between us?” She asked me just as Edgardo got in the driver’s seat. “Dacci un momento.” (Italian for “Give us a moment.”) I told him as my hand reached Isa’s neck, caressing it gently. “Si, Capo.” He replied, getting out again and closing the door. “What—
*Unknown POV* “So, did Blanco agree or what?” I asked Ventura, making him sigh. “Of course, he did.” He replied, taking a puff of his cigar. “Good. With her out of the way—” “You know Mattias only agreed because we promised not to touch her.” He told me, making me tighten the hold around my glass of whiskey. “I know what we agreed. I’m not concerned about her. Unless she wants to fight me for her dad’s empire. Then I will have to get rid of my dear sister.” I said, chugging the contents of my drink before slamming it on my desk. “My nephew said he would take her away, so you won’t have to worry about getting rid of her.” He continued, making me roll my eyes. “Sure, sure.” I told him before standing up. “The other capos agreed to go to the casino to close the deal?” I asked him, leaning over his desk. “No. They are panicking because Blanco is snooping around.” He said, coughing a few times because of the smoke. “Useless fūckers. This will all end when I take over.” I sig
*Alberto’s POV* As soon as we made it to the car, I opened the door for Isa before turning to Edgardo. “Dove sono loro?” (Italian for “Where are they?”) I asked him as he placed the keys in my hands. “Thank you.” I replied, climbing in after Isa. “Padrino.” She whispered with a pout as I closed the door. “Che cos'è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) I asked her, caressing her cheek. She didn’t reply. She just laid on my lap, face down. I pulled her hair to the side as she turned her face to look at me. “What are you doing, Angel?” I asked her as she played with the button of my trousers, awakening my beast. “It’s sore.” She said, making me chuckle. “Of course, it is.” I said as I played with her hair. She was so beautiful and perfect that I could get lost in her, which I did. I didn’t even notice when Edgardo had driven out of the plaza. I placed one hand on her thigh as I continued caressing her hair before looking up. There was silence for a bit until Edgardo turned out of the
*Alberto’s POV* “What the fūck is this, Alberto!” I heard Francisco hiss from behind me, making me close my eyes and squeeze Isa’s asš gently for her to unlock her legs. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid and fūck, did he find out in the worst way possible. “My fūcking brother.” He laughed darkly as I unhooked Isa’s legs from my waist before setting her on her feet. “Papa—” Isa exhaled, but Francisco interrupted. “Don’t fūcking talk to me right now, Isadora Blanco Di Luca.” He spat, making me grit my teeth. “I’m talking to him!” “Get out of here, Angel.” I whispered in her ear as I reached for the robe on the bed and handed it to her. “No, Padrino.” She replied in a quivery voice as she looked behind me in slight panic. “I can’t fūcking believe this. I can’t! How could you do this to me!” He snarled, pressing the gun to the back of my head. At this point, I didn’t know if he would shoot or not. It wasn’t his style to shoot someone behind their backs, but he did cat
*Alberto’s POV* “If you don’t get out of there this damn second, I’m breaking this fūcking door down.” I muttered as I banged on the bathroom door. Maybe I had gone overboard earlier with her, but she needed to be taught a lesson. It was not any easier for me. That, and I couldn’t risk Francisco finding us. Like actually finding us this time. I’ll make it up to her after dinner though. I’ll make her pūssy cūm like it never had. “Leave me alone!” She shouted back, making me grind my teeth together before stepping back and kicking the door open. “What the fūck?” She yelped, turning around quickly only for me to grab her by her neck and pull her closer to me. “You’re testing my fūcking patience, Angel. You don’t want to see me upset.” I informed her through clenched teeth. “Now get your pretty little asš outside before I spank you so fūcking hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” She rolled her eyes before leaning forward. “Promises, promises.” She mumbled, clicking her tong
*Isadora’s POV* We both held our breaths as we waited for my father to leave the area. I wasn’t face smashed drunk, but more of a happy medium, though Padrino would probably beg to differ, which was totally okay because I was still upset with him for keeping things away from me. As soon as I heard my father’s retreating footsteps, I exhaled in relief. Dio, that was a close call. I looked at Padrino as he glared at me before I pressed my lips together to not laugh. What? I can’t help how hot he looked when he glared at me. But he wasn’t so upset when he was balls deep in my mouth. Regardless, only I was allowed to be upset right now. “Put your top on.” He hissed through clenched teeth, making me raise a brow at him. “Aren’t we going to finish what we started?” I asked him in disbelief. My fire needed quenching if he didn’t want me to be even more upset. My happy medium state was long gone and all I wanted was his dīck to be pounding into me. “You have to be fūcking with me. You
*Alberto’s POV* “Che cazzo è questo?” (Italian for “What the fūck is this?”) I asked through clenched teeth as Isa looked up from the lounge chair before she squinted at me. “Oh, look who gifted us with his presence.” Isa spat in a slurred voice, making me even more pissed. I rolled my neck before turning my glare to Amadeo, who handed me a towel. I ripped it from his hands before motioning with my head for them to leave. Before anyone else could utter another word, they all practically scrambled away, leaving me with Isa, her friend, and her mother. I was about to speak, but Isa moved to flip over and I couldn’t have her fūcking topless in here. One of the guys could come back and I’d have to kill them all because they peeped at her bare breāsts. I threw the towel on her to cover her up before wrapping my arms around her and sitting on the lounge chair with her. “What were you fūcking thinking?” I hissed in her ear before looking at Giulia, who raised her martini glass to her
*Penelope’s POV* I was still horrified that one of Alberto’s men saw Edgardo and me yet again in such an intimate way. And the worst part was that he was assigned to watch us while we waited for them to finish whatever the hell it was that they were doing. Dio, I couldn’t even look his way without feeling dirty. As soon as Isa pulled me out of the living room, we went to her room so that she could change before meeting with her mother in the pool room. I hadn’t thought of being here for long, so I didn’t even bother to pack a bathing suit for myself. Unfortunately, since Isa insisted on lending me one of hers and guess who won that battle? I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and blew out a breath of air. “What are those men going to think when they see me in this?” I grumbled under my breath as I looked at the deep v-cuts on my sides, exposing completely the sides of my breāsts. I mean, what else would they think if everyone knew my mother and I were poor? They wou
***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE*** *Edgardo’s POV* As soon as the door closed after Alberto, I turned to Penelope. “So?” I murmured in her ear, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I think we had some unfinished business.” “I don’t recall any unfinished business.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes as I gripped her neck tightly. “Actually,” She added, pursing her lips. “I do remember you acting like a bossy asšhole. Was that it?” I lowered my face while I pressed my lips against her ear, slowly nibbling on her earlobe before sucking on the small section underneath it. “Trying to get me to fūck you, are you?” I chuckled lowly, making her whimper and try to push me off. Try because her tiny asš wasn’t strong enough to get me off. “Arrogant asšhole.” She moaned as I rubbed my semi-hard cōck against her core. I’d bet she was dripping for me. “Yeah?” I breathed against her neck, making her shiver before I pushed her back towards the couches they were on. “Tell me more, little girl.”
*Alberto’s POV* I rolled my neck as I followed Edgardo out of the office while Francisco raised his hand and patted my shoulder. “You seem so tense nowadays. I mean, more than usual.” He commented with a soft chuckle, making me roll my eyes. I couldn’t be my usual self with him yet until we settled the marriage arrangement shīt. “I wonder why.” I muttered, pushing his arm off and making him laugh louder. “Someone is in need of some pūssy.” He mentioned, forcing me to clench my teeth to not bark back that I’ve been eating the best pūssy to exist, but clearly not enough of it with all the problems being thrown my way. As soon as we walked through the door, Edgardo pointed to the hallway that led to the kitchen while I clicked my tongue. “Really?” I scowled as he returned a sheepish smile. “Seems like the guys are extra busy today.” He voiced while I nodded. And he was right. I had assigned the guys to tortūre some men that had connections with the Santoro family, since I had yet
*Penelope’s POV* “I haven’t really toured the house myself.” Isa commented to her mom as we walked through one of the living rooms. “It’s fine. We can just talk while the guys finish.” Giulia replied as her eyes moved to me. “And you, Pen?” She asked me while she took a seat on the black couch. “Me what?” I questioned back, clearing my throat nervously. “You seem quiet.” She informed me before smirking. “Unless your mouth is still numb from your make-out session.” “Penelope!” Isa gasped, pulling my hand, so I could sit between them. “You didn’t tell me. Come on! Spill the beans!” ‘Of course, bītch, because you were too busy getting fūcked in every corner of this estate.’ I thought to myself before exhaling. At least one of us was getting dīck, right? “Weren’t we going to show your mom the house?” I asked Isa, biting down on my lip. “Not until you spit out some juicy details.” Isa laughed as her mother joined her. “No need to hold back because I’m here. From what I saw—
***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE*** *Edgardo’s POV* I was already in a bad mood because I couldn’t finish what I started with Penelope, so you can imagine how pissed I was when I found out what was going on. “Where is he?” I asked Rocco with a scowl as I rolled up my sleeves. “We have him tied up in the kitchen.” Rocco shrugged, making me throw my head back in annoyance. “Capo is going to castrate you. Why the fūck the kitchen?” I asked, turning towards the kitchen. “It was the closest room from where we found him.” He mumbled quickly. “And the basement?” I asked him, giving him a side look. “We are questioning some others in there already.” He replied with a smirk as he rubbed his hands in delight. “Fine.” I uttered, rolling my neck before pulling my tie off. I got a sudden vision of me tying Pen to my bed with the tie as I fūcked her into the mattress, making me incredibly hard. Great. “Ready?” Rocco smirked, looking down at my crotch briefly before shaking his