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Thirty-Nine: Trouble.
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Natalia’s POV:The moment the champagne splashed across his face and suit, I knew I was done for. But he started it! “How dare you speak to me like that?” I hissed, refusing to cower and show fear even as my chest heaved with the adrenaline of confrontation. The stunned expression on his face would have been funny under a different circumstance. Gianpaolo’s gaze flickered from me to his suit and back to me, he got up slowly, taking a napkin from the table to wipe his face, his hard gaze never leaving mine. My heart pounded as his calm composure snapped, replaced by something dark and predatory.Shit.I had to get away. Now. I shouldn't have entertained him in the first place! I turned to move, eager to get as far away from him as possible but his hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of my hair, halting my movement. Pain radiated across my scalp and my eyes burned with tears as I stumbled, crashing against the edge of the table. It fell, with a loud crash, sending plates and glasses to
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Natalia’s POV:Behind me, I felt Gianpaolo stiffen as we all watched Carlo walk out of the hall. My chest tightened, a wave of anger and humiliation swelling inside me. “Carlo!” Caterina barked at his retreating form. “Carlo! Non puoi lasciare che Gianpaolo la uccida!” Her sharp voice cracked through the tension. {You can't just let Gianpaolo kill her!}But he didn't stop, didn't look back, not even Enzo or the other guards who followed him behind. Caterina whirled around. “Alfredo.” She moved toward the older man who had asked Carlo to tell his men to lower their guns. “You can put a stop to this, Carlo did as you had asked. It is only right that Gianpaolo releases the girl and not try to insult Carlo by asking him to kneel!”I wasn't expecting him to kneel before his rival, no, absolutely not. But to have walked out the way he did… the cruel way he'd spoken as if I were no more than an object. A property. “Yes, it’s an insult to ask that of Don Carlo,” Alfredo cut her off. “But t
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Natalia's POV:“You want me to bend over your knees?” I asked incredulously.No way he'd asked me that, not right now when I was fuming with anger—not like my body got the memo though. The way he'd commanded me had my body humming with need already. “I will not repeat myself,” Carlo said in a clipped tone.And I took a few small steps toward him, my heart pounding as I approached the desk.Why was I agreeing to this again? I didn't refuse, didn't put up a fight.Embarrassing.My pace was slow, probably too slow for him, judging by the way the muscle on his jaw twitched. I felt like a prey approaching a predator, but I couldn't stop myself.The moment I was within his reach, his arm shot out, wrapping firmly around my waist. In one swift motion, he pulled me forward. And a startled gasp escaped me as he bent me over his knee. What was he doing? Heat coursed through my body, pooling between my legs, and I couldn't comprehend how just being near him could make me feel this way.I go t
Last Updated : 2024-11-22Mafia’s Property. Forty-Three: Please, Let Me Come.
Natalia's POV:And like the sadistic fuck I knew he was, he denied me orgasm.I whined at the loss of his fingers in me and that earned me another sharp slap on my ass. One isolated from the previous and continuous onslaught, so this one stung. Hard.“You don't get to come, not without my permission,” His order was sharp and clear. “And don't whine.”Oh God, I was sure I was going to die from denied orgasm. “Carlo… please, let me come,” I pleaded as sweetly as possible. “I promise, I will be a good girl.” I felt his cock twitch against my mid-section and a smile tugged on my lips. He liked that.Good.Because I needed him to make me come.But my heart sank as Carlo pulled my dress down, my sensitive skin burning against the smooth fabric.“Carlo—”He pulled me upright, letting me fall to my knees next to his chair. My hair cascaded down my back, some of it sticking to the back of my neck which was drenched with sweat despite the air con in the room.Carlo pushed a few strands away f
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Carlo's POV: I had left her room feeling satisfied. I didn't understand what it was but after hearing Gianpaolo talk about her in the manner in which he had, a possessiveness I didn't know I had in me awakened. She was mine. Mine to use as I pleased. And it felt like the more I touched her, the more I found out how sensitive. dark, and twisted she was, the more my cock got hard for her. She was walking sex, with full tits, curvy prominent hips and round bubbly butt. I cursed under my breath, recalling how she had swirled her tongue over my cock. She clearly had no experience and that most probably was her first time sucking a cock but her mouth on me felt so fucking good. I could not deny that was the best mouth I've ever had my cock into, in my thirty-four years of living. Would her pussy be equally as tight? Would it squeeze tight around my cock if I pushed it in? “Fuck,” I groaned, scrubbing a hand down my face. Was this what she had reduced me to? A man who fantasized a
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Natalia's POV: “Jesus! You fucking idiot,” I whispered harshly as my poor heart slammed repeatedly against my ribcage. My eyes narrowed at Alessandro as I snatched my hand away. “Why would you scare me like that?” “Sorry,” he said, still grinning. Like any of this was funny. “I just didn't want to call your name and alert anyone.” “Okay…” I trailed off when a thought struck me. “You've been here?” My eyes grew wide. Chuckling, he scratched his head. “Yeah.” My heart stuttered. “Like… like the whole time?” “Yes.” My hands flew to my face, groaning as I felt a wave of embarrassment washed over me. “This is embarrassing.” My words were muffled by hands but he heard me anyway. “Not at all,” he snorted. “It was hot as fuck.” “Hot as fuck?” My nose scrunched up. “You sick perv. Why were you snooping around?” I hissed as my embarrassment morphed into irritation. “I wasn't snooping,” he protested, frowning. “I asked the maid to tell you to meet me here as soon as the lunc
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Carlo's POV: My brows dipped as a frown clouded my features. “Are you suggesting that I remarry, Alfredo?” The old bastard stared up at me, lips pursed into a thin line, he nodded. “Cazzata!” I growled. {Nonsense} He held his hand up. “Listen, that is a good suggestion and as much as you may not agree with it, what Nicolò said was true. Your son ran away and that doesn't look good for your character, it portrays you as ‘weak’ soon our rivals would think we are disorganized and weak. You know a presiding leader should always have an heir.” I thrust my hands into the pockets of my slacks, my eyes darting from one man to the next. I had fought to be Capo at age nineteen, I had killed and lost a lot to get here, to earn my spot. At twenty-four I became the youngest leader of the family against all odds. I'd be damned if I let these bastards question my credibility, my strength, my authority. Left to me I'd have wiped them off a long time ago, I had no problem doing that.
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