*Penelope’s POV* “Get back in the fūcking car.” Edgardo ordered through clenched teeth, making me close my eyes to control my raging heart. I was not expecting him to scare the shīt out of me. After placing my hand over my chest and calming down a bit, I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Give me my phone back.” I told him, making him chuckle darkly. I pursed my lips, considering what was my best option. Running was out of the question because of my hurt ankle and the fact that I was wearing heels. My asš was already slow without these hookēr heels. Testing his patience again was another option, but the way he was laughing wasn’t the ‘oh you’re funny’ laugh. I’m pretty sure it’s the laugh of the predator getting ready to feast on his prey. But I’m not one to back down. I never did with all those rich snobs, making fun of me, and I won’t now. “I said—” He declared, taking a deep breath before leaning his face inches from mine. “Get. In. The. Fūcking. Car. Penelope.” Clearly my
*Edgardo’s POV* I had to kiss her. Her lips were begging for attention and I could no longer hold back. I know I always said that I had no time for any sort of distractions and, fūck was she a distraction, but it’s stronger than me. Maybe I just needed to fūck it out of my system, or so I keep telling myself. There was something about Penelope. Something that I couldn’t put my finger on, but was willing to discover nonetheless. I nipped her lips, making her whimper and drive me crazy. I was done holding back. I released her neck and waist, forcing her legs open to straddle me. “Edgardo.” She panted, pulling down on her tiny as fūck skirt. “Don’t.” I hissed, grabbing her wrists as her eyes flickered back nervously. “I like it when people watch.” I told her, making her gulp. There was something about people watching someone else in their intimacy, but not everyone understood that. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a sharer, but I like to be watched when I’m pleasing a woman. “I’m
*Penelope’s POV* Edgardo went still, making me look at his face with brows furrowed. “Edgardo?” I whispered as his jaw ticked in anger. “Doppia sicurezza e preparati a un attacco.” (Italian for “Double security and get ready for an attack.”) Edgardo spat, ignoring my question and pushing open the door. ‘Oh, we have arrived already?’ I asked myself. Damn, I must have been really distracted. ‘Of course, being a hoe.’ The little devil on my shoulder chimed in. Or maybe it was the angel. Dio, I don’t even know anymore. A rough tug forced me back to the present. “Let’s go Penelope.” Edgardo muttered as he drew his gun, looking all over the area before pulling me behind him and shouting at the others in Italian. What the hell was going on? “Edgardo!” I shouted, pulling my hand back, making him turn with a glare. “What the hell is going on? What did they send you?” “Penelope.” He hissed, tightening his hold on my hand, and pulling me against his chest. “Don’t ask fūcking questio
*Edgardo’s POV* I looked in the mirror and rubbed my tired face with my callous hands. “Fūck.” I muttered under my breath. If Alberto was the fūcking devil before, I don’t want to imagine how he will turn when he finds out that they put a price on his goddaughter’s head. I’m not surprised honestly. He did shoot another capo’s son. But I was surprised that the message was sent out within a few hours after the incident. I turned the knob in the shower and stripped free from my boxers. I was testing the water out when I heard Penelope yelling outside my bathroom. Without thinking, I ripped the door open, finding her banging her tiny fists on one of our guy’s chest in annoyance. I crossed my arms and watched her fighting him. I was amused to see that she really thought I would leave her alone with the possibility of running out of my room. “Can you move your unnecessarily large body out of my way!” She hissed at him, poking his chest with her finger. “I already told you that
*Edgardo’s POV* Before the two hours had passed, I was up again. When you are in this line of business, you learn to take power naps, not sleep, and that was exactly what I had. That was why our bodies were used to it and there was no need for alarms. I looked at the time on my phone and confirmed that I had some time to get ready. I gently threw the sheets off me before standing up. I looked back at Penelope and felt something stir in my heart. It was the first time in a very long time that I woke up next to someone. And it was the first time that a woman slept in my bed unfūcked. I looked down at my cōck and sighed. ‘I feel you, buddy.’ I thought to myself before shaking my head. Just because I didn’t fūck her, didn’t mean I cared about her. Sure she was beautiful and had an innocence to her that could drive a sane man wild, but that didn’t mean anything. I didn’t have time for her. I didn’t have time for relationships nor did I want them. It was clear that Penelope was one
*Alberto’s POV* “Are you fūcking listening to me?” I asked her as I gripped her breāst tightly over her top. “Si, Padrino.” She purred, grinding her hips on my erection. “I want your cōck now.” She begged, raking her hands through my hair before pulling my head back so she could press her lips to mine. I pulled away, kissing her neck, groaning against it as I continued rubbing myself against her. “You don’t deserve my cōck.” I informed her as my hand slipped between her legs, immediately finding her pūssy bare for me. I pulled her dress over her asš, letting it settle around her waist before pulling her away from the door and walking her to my desk, all while she took my neck into her mouth. I threw her on top of my paperwork before pushing whatever she wasn’t on top of off the desk. “Padrino.” She moaned as she held me in place, leaning over her and settled between her legs. “That’s my cōck.” She said in a lustful voice as she pulled my tucked shirt out of my pants while she
*Penelope’s POV* Edgardo tightened his grip around my neck, forcing me to moan into his mouth. He sucked on my lips as he pushed me against the wall. “Fūck.” He growled against my lips. “If you don’t fūcking stop me, I’m taking you right now.” He said as his lips hovered over mine and his eyes pierced into mine. I gulped, licking my dry lips slowly. I sure as hell did not want him to stop, but I didn’t want to tell him that. “Tell me.” He hissed, releasing my neck as his fingers wrapped around my jaw, forcing me into place. “Tell you what?” I whispered as my eyes moved between his eyes and his plump lips. “Tell me to stop or else—” “Or else what?” I taunted, knowing exactly what or else meant. I thought he would respond to my question but was surprised when he hungrily claimed my lips again. I pushed my tongue into his mouth without thinking twice, desperate to taste him better. I was so lost in our kiss that I didn’t feel the moment he removed my towel until he grabbe
***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
*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