NIA "Happy Anniversary my da…..” The words trailed off, fading completely like her sanity, “Ahhmm, Michael…Ughh faster please…” The blonde female moaned as the bed creaked in unison, while the man held her butt up in the air and was thrusting into her from behind. The cake slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a muffled thud. The sound shattered the silence of the room like a glass breaking into many shards, each one cut through her chest. Her feet froze in the doorway, and air suddenly seized from her lungs. She couldn’t process what she was seeing. Her husband. On their bed. Tangled in between sheets with…with her. Since when did she come into the picture? Someone she had trusted, someone she had thought was harmless. The same person that had advised her to get this cake, to celebrate her day with her husband, to rekindle their romance, because she sure as hell knew that he wouldn’t get her a cake first, why would he? He didn’t even remember it was… Their wedd
She rushed towards the stairs, her feet pounded against the wooden floor, but she could hear him storming after her, his steps conveyed his intention towards her, they were rapid and deadly. “Don’t do anything stupid, Nia,” he hissed, she spun to take the stairs down and he snatched her arm, and jerked it roughly. His grip was painful, his eyes was cold and menacing, what hurt her more wasn’t even his physical abuse but the fact that he wasn’t even feeling sorry. “You’re pathetic,” he spat, his lips curled in disdain. “Don’t act like this is some big shock. Maybe if you actually took care of yourself, I wouldn’t have had to find satisfaction elsewhere.” “So you sleep with my best friend!” She shouted in his face, him trying to justify his act only put her off the edge more, and something in her snapped. Before she could think, her hand flew up and slapped him across the face. The slap echoed sharply in the air, and for some seconds, he was utterly frozen in shock. But then he
“We want you to be happy, Nia. You have our blessing always. May the moon goddess bless you and your marriage.” The memory of her parent’s words echoed in her mind, their warm voices used to fill her with hope and love. But she let out a bitter laugh, her feet dragged along the dusty road as the sun was starting to go down in the sky. The golden glow casted down on her, but it only deepened the ache in her chest. They just wanted her to be happy, they thought she would be fine. But here she was—broken…. Her chest felt so tight it hurt to breathe. She clenched her hand into a small fist and hit her chest slowly, trying to ease the tension that gathered there, while her other hand gripped her waist as if holding herself from falling apart. Hiccups tore through her throat as she sobbed. “Does everything have to revolve around you? You’re such a slut.” Michael’s wicked words played like broken cassette in her head. She let out a small humorless, tear-filled laugh, more bitter th
“Wait,” she stammered, her voice trembled. “Who…” But the man silenced her with a deep kiss, his lips engulfed hers as though he’d done it a thousand times before. Her body reacted instinctively, heat pooled in her stomach, but her mind screamed confusion. Her gaze darted around the room, trying to take in her surroundings. She was in a lavish bedroom, the air heavy with the scent of candles and vanilla, rose petals scattered across the floor. Everything screamed intimacy but she had no idea how she got there—or who this man was. Then it dawned on her, this wasn’t her life, it wasn’t her body, it was her first mission. His fingers found a nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Nia gasped into the kiss, it felt thrilling yet foreign to her. He released her lips , and his mouth found her neck where he licked at the sensitive skin. “You taste divine, Rosetta,” he murmured against her skin, his voice was thick with desire. “so sweet, so tempting.” Who wa
“Ahmmmm…” Nia could only moan in response, her body still on edge with the after math of her orgasm. She wanted to say something, to tell him hw incredible he made this body feel, her new body, but her mind was in a haze with pleasure to even form words. All she could do was lie there, panting softly as he continued to feast on her. And then, just when she thought she might lose her mind from the endless teasing, he finally stopped, and pulled her into a warm embrace, engulfing her whole body completely in his with a satisfied smirk. “Not yet, love,” he said, his voice still showed he wanted more. “We’re not done yet, it’s your turn.” Her hands moved swiftly as he guided her hands towards his cock, the heat of his body radiated underneath the bedcovers. His eyes never left her, his eyes held hers in an intense gaze, as if he wanted to get lost in them. With a deep breath, she wrapped her hands around this thick shaft, almost gasping at his hardened length. It should feel strange
“Hi-hide, you need to hide now” she wrapped the bedspread around her naked body as she sprung up, rushed to Eros side to hide him by the bulky curtains. “No, I don’t want to hide anymore, Rosetta. Let’s get this…” “I swear to the goddamn universe that I will kick this door down, Rosetta!” the duke continued hitting the door. Eros and nia struggled as she pushed him further behind the curtain, gazing frantically between the shaky hinges of the door and Eros. “Please, just please hide” she pleaded in desperate whispers, fear was evident in her gaze, and Eros gave a slight nod in defeat. The door flung open with a loud crack, slamming against the wall, and Nia’s heart dropped. The Duke stood there, his eyes bloodshot and raging, his frame filled the doorway like darkness waiting to engulf her. “My lord…” she began shakily, clutching tightly the bed sheet around her shaky body. Before she could utter another word, his hand shot out, gripped her throat and shoved her back o
Her hips moved voluntarily against his hand, her body begged for more despite how she fought to remain silent. She gave a shy nod, her cheeks heated up with both shyness and arousal. A playful smirk hung by the corner of his lips, his teeth grazed her nipple again as his fingers slipped between her clit.“So wet for me already,” he whispered, “I want you fuck you senseless my darling, Rose…” his tongue came out to lick her earlobe, she could feel his hardened cock tracing along her stomach. Nia could feel the walls around her pussy clench with need, his words were getting her soak that she’d soon be dripping on the sheets, yes she wanted him to fuck her to tears, she wanted to forget she had a shitty husband; she wanted to forget that she was Nia.She wanted to give herself away and give in to this new body, and this was her petty revenge, fucking the duke’s brother senseless while on punishment was the nicest thing the duke ever made happen to her.“Then fuck me, Eros. Fuck me ti
“You’re not the Rosetta I know,” Eros said, his voice low but sure, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he was trying to reveal her true self. Her heart seized in panic. Has he figured it out? Did I give something away? A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she stared back at him, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Before she could respond, he moved closer, his hand slid up her back to pull her against him. His lips brushed her ear, his breath warm and tempting. “I like it,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “This part of you, that craves me so badly, unlike before. I love it.” Nia’s body relaxed slightly, but her mind was still spinning. He doesn’t know. He just thinks…he thinks I’ve changed. Relief flooded her, but it was quickly overshadowed by guilt. She wasn’t Rosetta. She wasn’t the woman he thought he was falling for. Even though she was beginning to enjoy this newly found love the moon goddess has given to her, she couldn’t help but think she was
A sharp pain throbbed in Nia’s head as she stirred awake, her limbs stretched but heavy against the soft sheets. “Oh Fuck!” She groaned, rubbing her temple, wincing as the headache tore through her skull like an iron fist. She blinked against the morning light that penetrated through the curtains, she took in her surroundings. She noticed that the room has been well arranged, Everything was in its place—the furniture undisturbed, the broken objects she had trashed the night before mysteriously gone.Her breath hitched. Massimo. He wasn’t beside her, and she couldn’t hear any movements so he probably wasn’t even home. She sat up, running her hands through her tangled hair as flashbacks of last night replayed in her mind—her anger, her outburst, her shattered pride. But then there was him, his voice deep and unwavering."I know what I want, and it’s not Caterina."A small, hesitant smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t exactly the validation she had craved, but it was something. Maybe
“Beg for it, Nia. Beg.” Massimo’s voice was low, a growl that vibrated through the room as he stepped back from the bed, his broad shoulders flexed under the dim light. He moved with purpose toward the board of sex equipment, his eyes never left hers. Nia’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched him pick up a red blindfold.She didn’t speak, but her body betrayed her—the way her legs trembled, the way her hips shifted slightly, subtly arching toward him. Massimo noticed it all. Of course he did. He always did. He climbed back onto the bed, his movements deliberate, predatory, and leaned over her, their gazes locking. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her insides tingle with anticipation “I don’t want you pleading with your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low but echoed with something more dark, hungry. “I want your body to do the talking.”Nia swallowed hard as he gently but firmly tilted her head forward, the silk of the blindfold brushed against her skin before he tied it
Massimo loomed over her, his dark eyes satisfied by her reaction. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the way he looked at her—like she was already his—made her body betray her. Her chest heaved, her nipples already stiffened under his gaze, and she hated how quickly her body responded to him. The red silk sheets beneath her felt soft l against her flushed skin, a big contrast to the heat pooling between her legs.Massimo’s hands moved with ease, his fingers trailed down her body. He didn’t rush, savoring every shiver, every involuntary twitch of her muscles. When he reached her wrists, he bounded them to the bedposts with leather cuffs, the material soft but hard. Her struggles were nothing, and she knew it, but she fought anyway. She had to fight, she shook her head vigorously, trying to get his attention, but the spreader pulled her legs apart even more. “The more you fight it, the more it expands” he murmured, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. “And the more your
“Nothing? “She scoffed, before her gaze fell disappointedly. “ that’s what I thought” She tried to push him away and just be as far away from him as possible , but he resisted effortlessly, his manly strength over powered her.Before she could react further, Massimo lifted her over his shoulder in a single swift motion."What the—-" Nia gasped sharply, “ Massimo, put me down!” She yelled, her fists pounded against his back as she kicked her feet wildly. "Let me go!"Her breath came in short, furious bursts, but he didn’t seem fazed. His grip on her was hard, strong and absolute, as if carrying her weight was effortless. His movements were controlled, each step just carried the weight of his dominance. ,His steps were slow and intentional —like he had all the time in the world to deal with her tantrum."Put me down, you arrogant bastard!" she spat, her nails dug into his back through the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t care if she left marks. She didn’t care about anything except f
The car soon came to a halt back in front of Massimo’s pent house. Caterina’s words echoed relentless in her ears.“Men like Massimo, they don’t belong to women like you.” She hated to admit it, but Caterina was right. She had thought she could match his energy, she could give him whatever he wanted and he would love her.But she had yet to battle with his power of control, how he could easily play any emotion off and she couldn’t do a damn thing. How he could make her unsure if he loved her, but remind her that he owned her.He was a Master of heart games—a dangerous man—what he truly is, A mafia boss. She hasn’t said a word to him throughout their drive. The atmosphere was thick with tension, it filled the small space between them, at a point Nia had whined the glass down so she wouldn’t suffocate from being in the same space with him.It was taking everything in her not to lash out, but that everything was slowly tearing her apart inside, clawing at her chest, eating away at her h
“Fiancée?”The word echoed in Nia’s head over and over, like a cruel, broken record.She blinked, certain she had misheard Caterina. Or maybe Caterina was wrong. Maybe this was all some misunderstanding—something she could brush off, something that wouldn’t sink like a blade into her chest.But then Caterina smiled. A knowing, pleased smile.“Oh…” Nia’s voice betrayed her, disappointment slipping through despite her best efforts to sound indifferent. “I didn’t know—it’s nice to meet you,” she added quickly, forcing her lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile as she looked at Massimo.Because genuinely, she didn’t know.Under the table, her fingers clenched around his hand, but she felt the shift—the way his grip loosened just slightly.Caterina’s gaze flickered downward, her painted nails drumming idly against her wine glass.“You must be very dedicated to your job,” she mused, studying Nia with an almost playful lookLuca chuckled, exchanging a glance with Marco, both of them
The entire drive was silent between them. Nia clutched her seatbelt tighter, as though it were the only thing keeping her steady amidst the conflict brewing within her. Her heart felt like it shattered into a thousand pieces, his cold words echoed over and over in her head.She thought she knew him, that she already understood the kind of man he was. That she could decipher every words that fell from lips, she could tell how he felt about her just because he showed some emotions.She soon realized that he was unpredictable, he owned his right to feel a certain way and change it. He was in control of his emotions, he could keep the feelings he wanted and throw away the ones he didn’t deem fit for his ego. And she— she was the hopeless romantic—the fool who had thought a mafia could confess love, it was just as hard as admitting to murder.He kept stealing sharp glances at her, his jaw set, his grip tightened on the steering wheel. She did her best to avoid his gaze, staring out of th
“Don’t…I might regret it.”Massimo’s words echoed in her head, like an ominous warning. Nia's eyes darted beneath her closed lids as her body twisted restlessly on the bed. Her dreams were relentless, drawing at her subconscious with an intensity that mirrored the storm in her heart.“Why?” Her own voice rang through the nightmare, the question she had failed to ask him last night.The dream warped, colors smeared together into a chaotic haze. Massimo’s face appeared, it contorted into a menacing one. His once captivating features twisted into something dark and monstrous. Blood splattered his chiseled jawline as he growled at her, his voice thunderous and filled with rage.“You! You liar ! You planned to betray me? To destroy me?” His words hit her like a blow, he approached her angrily, each step carried the weight of his anger. “No,” she whispered, stumbling backward in the dream.“You’re the Romano’s daughter! Cagna!” He spat in Italian, , the word cut through her like a sharp w
Nia cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her body arched instinctively against his. The water wasn’t just warm—it was relentless, gushing against her most sensitive spot with a force that made her toes curl.“Massimo!” she gasped, her nails dug into his forearm as he held her steady. His grip was firm, stubborn, and she could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. He wasn’t going to let her go, wasn’t going to let her escape the pleasure-pain of it. And she didn’t want to. God, she didn’t want to.His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing with a desperate need, exactly like her own need. She felt the press of his cock against her lower back, hot and heavy even through the steam. His body held her firmly against him, despite the way she writhed in his arms, desperate for relief, for more, for everything.“Ah—ahmm, Massimo—” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his lips found her neck, teeth grazed her skin in a way that made her whimper. The water continued i