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Chapter 18: Susanna
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 19: Susanna
Present I have tried to avoid Zefiro, and I have failed. I am in every meeting, every fitting, every formal dinner or breakfast, all according to Adrianna’s orders. He doesn’t ever acknowledge me, though. We haven’t spoken to each other since that night, and if it weren’t for our gazes occasionally clashing whenever I serve him, or my fingertips mistakenly brushing against his knuckles, I’d think I might have become a ghost. I haven’t gotten close enough to ask him if my papers are ready, and I doubt I ever will. With the wedding drawing closer, the chores and events are crazy and choked up. Adriana barely has time for my antics, and I don't have a moment of rest either, with Valentina and Mrs. Visconti trying their best to murder me with chores. They can't have me thrown out--the former's argument with Zefiro on the matter was loud enough to make the topic of gossip the entire week--so they'll make my time here more difficult than a worker's should be.It doesn’t help that
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 20: Susanna
Shoving every thought of him to the back of my mind, I get to work. In truth, all I can think of is him as I tire myself out. All I can hear is his faint laughter and that accent. I wonder who he’s speaking to, who he has deemed worthy of giving his time and his smile. All I can smell is his cologne. And when I get down on my knees to wipe underneath the white shelf, I think off his hands in my hair, his cock slamming against my throat. I swallow a moan, embarrassed as heat travels all the way to my core, causing my thighs to clench. I’m losing my shit over this dark Italian prick, whose presence saturates space and charges the air in the cool room. A man whose gaze sparks with cold indifference when I steal a glance at him.Deep irritation flares inside me--at him, at myself. “I need to clean the desk,” I snap. “If you would be so kind as to move.” The last word is a toxic blend of sarcasm and venom, sharp enough to make him halt mid-sentence. He cocks his head, like a viper
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 21: Susanna's pov
I'm a dirty little liar. I could never have the upper hand in this. Perhaps the anger had driven me, but it was more than that. It's that he is right. He's been in every dream of mine in the past week, making love to me like I never have been before. I blame him for touching me. It's easy to put the blame on him because it means I don't get to ask myself why I came for him that night. Why I begged for it. I push in another finger and it glides in easily, offering no resistance. I'm soaked. My fingers might be too slim, too small to reach where I want it too, but his razor sharp focus on my pussy does more than enough for reach. I release my bottom lip, intent on moaning loud enough for Valentina to hear when he speaks diplomatically into the receiver, "I have a meeting scheduled in five minutes. I'll join you in an hour." His eyes track the movement of my tongue over my bottom lip. "And thirty minutes." He hangs up. My chest rises and falls, my back arching as his
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 22: Susanna's pov
There is no pause for adjustments. None for gentle teasing. The position makes me bare, open, his penetration wickeder, deeper as he seats himself in so deep, my pussy burns, my abdomen cramps, my eyes water and my nails dig into his skin. I'm seated now, my head dropped back against his shoulder, his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Are you hurt?" he asks me, his accent thicker, almost inaudible as his hands remain, bracing my waist. I hate that he doesn't sound as undone as I am. I hate that he has me gripped around him like a vise and he still sounds like an asshole. I hate him so much, I feel the fierce burn of it in my chest, right beside the awakening hunger as my muscles struggle relax. I must be broken somehow, damaged, to be attracted to this. When I don't respond, pain erupts inside me as he pushed yet another inch in. He isn't completely seated yet. I whimper, a tear rolling down my cheek and I nod, unable to think past the pain burrowing inside me. He raises
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 23: Susanna's pov
I open my eyes, expecting to find him flaccid, but he's far from it. Insatiable, I dub thee. Cum spills in small droplets, controlled as he strokes himself, ensuring it is enough to run down my lips, into my mouth, down my throat. But not nearly enough to be the entirety of his load. His reddened, pulsating tip says as much. He pulls my hair forcing me up from where I rest on my knees and he strokes himself, teasing the seams of my lips with his bulbous head. I stare at it, swallowing against the sudden thirst in my mouth. What is wrong with me? He pulls back, tracing my chin with it, my breasts, my nipples. Everywhere but my mouth. Tingles spread through my belly, sending warmth down to my very toes. I swallow, again, a word I will never utter forming on my lips. Please. But I was stupid to think he'd ask me to utter it anyway, because he doesn't need my permission to take what he thinks is his. He plunges his cock into my mouth, making me taste myself on him. It is disgusting,
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 24: Susanna's pov
Two days of watching him stare at me unabashedly over the dinner table, ignoring every one else, brushing his knuckle ‘accidentally’ over the inside of my palm, directly along my pulse point when I served him a glass of wine, running into each other in the hallway and tingles spreading along my spine when his arm brushes past mine.Two days was all I could last before I find myself standing outside his bedroom by midnight, a cold breath curling past my lips in a cloud. My hands are cold against my scalp as I brush them through my wet hair. My teeth scrapes softly against my bottom lips, filling my mouth with the taste of strawberry lipstick. Another exhale and I begin to contemplate every choice I made in my life that led me to this exact spot. I’m a married woman. “Jaxon’s mistress,” that dark, sultry voice in the back of my mind says. “He has a beautiful family. He has children while he took yours without giving you a choice. He called you a whore.” My fingers twitch, reaching for
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 25: Zefiro's pov
Past “Zefiro, aspetta! Per favore!” Enzo yells, hot on my heels and I’ve never hated the family tradition any more than I do now. It is all that keeps me from swiveling and blowing his brains out. “Zefiro!” The guards pivot upon sighting me. A storm brews overhead and they can tell what comes next. They know well to stay far from it. The violence. It builds under my skin, humming to life with every feminine sob that flits down the stairwell. It grows with every platter of bare feet against marble. It sings to me. Kill. Kill the fucker. Take him apart, limb from limb and have each hang off the walls of my bedroom like portraits, so she sees what happens to the next man she brings in there. But Enzo is blood. Famiglia over everything else. Frustration is a living thing in my chest, curling, spreading, mingling with the rage. I bite my tongue and draw blood. I ram my fist into the wall until I can’t feel my right hand anymore. But the pain does nothing for
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 26: Zefiro's pov
Present "Is there nothing else you can do for him?" Nonna asks, and though her face presents the same stoicism mine does, her voice falters.Beep. Beep.I watch the rise and fall of Enzo's chest. The tube rising from between his lips. His pale skin and unevenly shaved head. Sleeping. Not...brain dead. Sleeping.It's the seventh hospital he's been transferred to, so far, across the world.The best treatments, the same results. "Mr. Visconti remains unresponsive to the treatments. Frankly speaking," he pushes back the rim of his glasses, meeting my gaze instead of my grandmother's. "The machine is the only thing keeping him alive, as all brain activity have ceased. Permanently. Medically speaking, Mr. Enzo Visconti has already passed away."Nonna's cold fingers clutch my wrist and they tremble. Gianna sobs sharply into her hand. The doctor cuts me a solemn, tired look. He's done this too many times, I realize. "It is your call."Pull the plugs. Or keep Enzo warm, breathing, his soul won
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