My Neighbour's Wife

My Neighbour's Wife

last updateLast Updated : 2024-11-09
By:  Authoress Estevania   Ongoing
Language: English
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Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it became an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. **** Her husband was a monster, but he'd saved her from her past and a life of torture. She loved him like every captive grew to love their captor. Everything went to hell, however, when she fought back and ran from home, stumbling into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now hellbent on killing her. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She really should have remembered that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her all the way to Italy. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

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I didn’t know her name, but I knew every inch of her body. I knew what she looked like when she came—heart shaped lips parted, nostrils flared, cheeks flush with color and sweat, grey doe eyes crossed…and on some occasions, rolled back in her head, her back arched, her nipples hard and glistening with saliva, and more importantly, there was something about her long, black hair clinging to her sweaty skin, to the odd but sexy dip in her hip that made me want to masturbate.I didn’t know his name either, but he fucked her a lot. And hit her a lot. She took each beating as perfectly as she took his dick in her mouth—like a good girl, but I wondered if he saw the hate that flashed in her eyes sometimes. I wondered if he saw how many times her gaze flicked to the hammer she kept at the top of her dresser every time he slapped her.She never left the house. He never let her. They fought too many times on that issue, loud enough to stir me from sleep. She wanted to see the world. She wanted

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Nana Abena Oye
Excellent and very intriguing
2024-10-29 21:22:36
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50 Chapters

Prologue

I didn’t know her name, but I knew every inch of her body. I knew what she looked like when she came—heart shaped lips parted, nostrils flared, cheeks flush with color and sweat, grey doe eyes crossed…and on some occasions, rolled back in her head, her back arched, her nipples hard and glistening with saliva, and more importantly, there was something about her long, black hair clinging to her sweaty skin, to the odd but sexy dip in her hip that made me want to masturbate.I didn’t know his name either, but he fucked her a lot. And hit her a lot. She took each beating as perfectly as she took his dick in her mouth—like a good girl, but I wondered if he saw the hate that flashed in her eyes sometimes. I wondered if he saw how many times her gaze flicked to the hammer she kept at the top of her dresser every time he slapped her.She never left the house. He never let her. They fought too many times on that issue, loud enough to stir me from sleep. She wanted to see the world. She wanted
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Chapter 1: Zefiro

“There has been an unexpected development regarding the Thompson acquisition,” my secretary, Mark, tells me, and something at the back of my mind tells me this is important, yet, all I can hear is the commotion coming from the other side of the wall demarcating my fence from hers. He’s hitting her again. I really should have fixed this meeting at the office, or a hotel. But HR had decided this was best for…relating better with my employees and old man, Dante, was a pushy bastard sometimes. While the HQ is situated at Milan, we’d recently branched out into LA and I’m here to oversee the start and growth of this branch myself. I’d planned to stay a few months but the product launch is taking longer than expected. And while I often prided in my virtue of patience, I’m starting to lose it. Dante’s analysis of the situation stated that 99.99% percent of my employees thought I was a grumpy jerk who had little to no value for human life and
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Chapter 2: Zefiro

Their sex tonight time is different. Rougher. They are in her bedroom and she is bent over the arm of a green, plush couch, her hair pulled back by his fist as he rams his dick into her, punishing her, hitting her. Her eyes aren’t closed. No, she’s gazing out the window and my blood heats when she narrows her eyes at me, standing by my window. Surprise shines in her eyes, and I expect her to scream. Instead, her lips part, and her eyelashes flutter, a lustful haze darkening her eyes. And she smirks at me, biting her bottom lip as she comes. “Fuck,” I breathe, stepping away from the window, hands instinctively hiding my erection. There’s no way she sees me. My windows are one way through. There is no fucking way she saw me. Heart seconds away from exploding, I flee into the bathtub, stepping into the shower without taking off my clothes. I’m unsure how long I let the downpour drench me. I don’t get out until my teeth is clattering and my lips are blue. I’m s
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Chapter 3: Susanna

I met Jaxon when I was sixteen. We got married when I was seventeen. It wasn’t so much a union of love as it was of necessity. I owed him. He owned me. The first and second years of our marriage had been painful. But it got better when I learned how to submit. How to be a docile little bitch when he needed me to. When I learned to sit by his feet without thinking it…humiliating. When I learned how to stand naked and take his sadistic administrations. When I learned to pretend to enjoy it. I’ve been married to him for four years and I’ve only set foot outside our home twice. It isn’t really ours. He likes to pretend it is mine, give me the illusion of freedom by leaving me all alone. For days sometimes. For weeks. I could walk right out through the gates. There are no guards to stop me. But I won’t. Why? Jaxon knows everything. There are cameras everywhere, monitoring my every breath. He’ll find me if I run—I know this, because I’ve tr
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Chapter 4: Zefiro

She’s asleep in the backseat, in my fucking coat. So much for wanting to flee from the sight of her and there she lies, snoring softly, her nightdress covering absolutely nothing as she turns, trying to get comfortable amongst my luggage. Bloody, flying fuck. “Sir, if I may—” I raise a tired hand to the new chauffeur. “Leave it. Have the first room in the guest wing tidied.” I groan at the thought of her in my sheets, in my bed, in my fucking house, without clothes. “No, the last room should do. Have it freezing cold. Disconnect the heater.” The middle-aged man arches a brow at me as I meet out more instructions, but he doesn’t ask questions as he hurries across the yard, past the front doors. With a ragged sigh, I get out of the car and pull her door open. “Mrs. Hawke?” I call out. Her lips remain parted and her features peaceful. There are purple bruises along her cheekbones and cuts on her neck and arm
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Chapter 5: Susanna

I hug myself as the car bumps roughly and pull to a stop. I toy with the hem of the pyjamas Mr. Zefiro provided me with last night—it is all I had to wear between my display of bravado last night and my pathetic attempt of an escape plan this morning. A door shuts in the distance and I close my eyes, praying to whatever gods exists—not that they’ve ever listened to me anyway.I stiffen when the lock clicks and the lid is lifted. And so, Mr. Zefiro finds me in the trunk of his car.Leave? Where was I supposed to go with no money? Or shoes for that matter? Planning to seduce some money and kindness out of him flopped when the man refused to leave his study the entire night. Stealing from him didn’t work either because after hours of sneaking around his house and locating his bedroom, it was locked.So, in the early hours of the morning while his chauffeur had prepared the car for his use, I knew the best way to leave without asking for the prick’s help was by hitching a ride without
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Chapter 6: Susanna

I was defiant for the first few months and my stepmother punished me for it. It was never the kind of punishments that marred my skin. After all, I had to look perfect for the men. My body had to be perfect, my skin a blank canvas for them to paint with c*m and bruises.My stepmother’s punishments were the kind that stained one’s soul with an oily darkness that could never be washed away; the kind that broke one’s will.“Don’t speak a single word, not even when you are spoken to.”It’s the first word Zefiro has said to me since “Cazzo”. It’s the first time he’s acknowledged my presence or looked my way in over ten hours. Agreeing to help me doesn’t include talking to me, I suppose. I just wish I’d brought a book with me or something. I’d been wound up too tight to sleep in the jet and when I asked the cabin hostess to help me set up the display, she had outrightly snubbed me and walked over to Zefiro’s seat way behind me and spoken something Italian to him with the sultriest smile I’v
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Chapter 7: Susanna

I haven’t seen Zefiro since that day and it’s been over a week.Truth? I don’t particularly miss him and his rude, perfect lips. I’m fitting in just fine with the rest of the maids. I have a room here, though, it’s alongside the guards’, but it’s mine. The first real thing I’ve had in a while that is mine. I’m horrible at cooking, but the cook likes me anyway. Says I’m oddly enthusiastic and a fast learner.Half the maids don’t like me. Could be because they think I’m sleeping with Zefiro to get special treatments. The other half are so accommodating, you’d think we’ve all been best of friends since childhood. I couldn’t be bothered with the sneers I got, since I was working hard to earn my keep. My first real job. My first real anything. The house manager, Adrianna, had told me the monthly pay would be enough to cover for my accommodation at the house and there’d be enough to keep to myself.I don’t think I’d ever smiled that brightly in my life. If I could save enough, I could leave
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Chapter 8: Zefiro

I gave Adrianna one order: keep Susanna the f*ck away from me. I didn’t care if she went to the ranch and cleaned out horseshit or sat in the kitchen for hours. I didn’t want to see her long hair, or her grey eyes, and Christ, her *ss in that uniform.Apparently, no one listens to me because there she is, serving our guests who do not have the same reservations as me when it comes to looking at her. They make jokes about f*ck*ng her in the *ss in Italian, and none the wiser, she smiles politely responding to their requests in English professionally. No matter that the only reason they ask her to get more salt is to watch her *ss jiggle and peer under her skirt as she bends.“Zefiro?”I tear my gaze away from the latest object of my nightmares and obsession and give my attention to Valentina Morreti. Beautiful, siren green eyes, plump lips, sinful curves—not Susanna. Dio.For a week, I have been on too many blind dates to count, all at my grandmother’s behest. With Enzo in a coma and a
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Chapter 9: Susanna

PastBlue eyes. Hard. Emotionless. Empty. They track me as I emerge from the old, beaten down door of my bedroom, and goosebumps surge up my arms at the attention. He’s the prettiest man my stepmother ever let in here, but he might have as well been a statue of cold indifference. A chill runs down my spine as I close the distance between us, my bare foot skidding across the dirty rug and my brown slip of a dress dragging behind me, catching the oils I spilled across the floors in a hurry to dress up and the puddles of soup and dried piss. His eyes don’t light up like the others do when they sight me in this transparent silk dress. Neither does his pants bulge. I do not think he is impressed by me. I must not have tried hard enough.Fear tightens around my throat like a vise as my stepmother’s words resound in my head. Mr. Hawke’s a very important man, Susie. Would be a shame if he left…dissatisfied. Disappoint him, and you’ll be working till dawn…with less discerning clientele.I hide
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