Chapter Twenty Eight : The Pleasure He Gives Veronica POV Bruno approach the bed and sat on the edge making me anxious He leaned in and kissed me on my lips . The familiar feeling that I have missed all came back .“I miss you “ I said with a low voice . Feeling somewhat shy . My cheeks turned pink by the second. His response was another deep kiss . Within seconds I was on the bed naked without any piece of clothing on me "You want this?" He palmed his cock. against his pants .I nodded, "good. now, spreadyour legs. I did as he asked, no questionsasked."Good girl," he said just as the vibrator came into my pussy .He squeezed my boobs, caressing the other in his hand. I let out a moan from his gentle yet firm touch on my skin.I threw my head back as his teeth sunk into my neck, giving me a little bite. My toes curled from the little attention he gave my boobs."Please," I begged."Patience, kitten. we have all night." He promised.I needed friction so I turned to him, hooking
Chapter Twenty Nine : Emptiness Third Person POV The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in Veronica's room. As she stirred from sleep, a peculiar awareness settled in—a subtle soreness that whispered reminders of the intimate moments shared with Bruno the night before. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she expected to find herself in the familiar presence of her stepbrother.However, to her surprise, the room held an emptiness that felt unfamiliar. The realization struck her as she scanned the surroundings, half-expecting to see Bruno's silhouette or catch a glimpse of his belongings. Yet, the room stood still, devoid of any sign of his presence.Confusion knit her brows as she sat up in bed, surveying the room with a sense of unease. The sheets cradled the memory of shared moments, and the absence of Bruno felt like a silent echo in the room. Had he left early? Was there some pressing matter that required his immediate attention?As she swung her le
Chapter Thirty: Isolation Third Person POV The passage of time stretched like an endless ribbon, each day unraveling without the return of Bruno. Two days had slipped away since their intimate encounter, leaving Veronica in a state of suspended anticipation. The mansion echoed with silence, and Bruno's absence cast a palpable void over the De Calibo residence.Veronica, torn between worry and confusion, paced the corridors of the mansion, her steps echoing like unanswered questions. The rooms, once witnesses to shared moments, now harbored an unsettling stillness. The air seemed charged with the weight of uncertainty, leaving Veronica to grapple with the aftermath of their unexpected intimacy.Attempts to seek information from the staff yielded little insight. Maria, usually a source of guidance, wore a mask of discretion, refusing to divulge Bruno's whereabouts. The mansion itself became a labyrinth of unanswered questions, and Veronica navigated its halls with a sense of disorient
Chapter Thirty One : A Visit Veronica’s POVI found it surprising that Bruno was consistently at home. It sounds like Bruno might have transitioned to working from home.What's most distressing is his apparent disregard for my presence.Taking a courageous step, I decided to visit his room one day.Entering his room flooded me with memories of our time together. However, Bruno wasn't present when I quietly slipped into his room. Being in the vast, empty room left me feeling and uncertain about what to do next. Despite knowing I shouldn't be here , an unexplained feeling compelled me to seek out a closer connection with him.I noticed that the room remained largely unchanged from the last time I visited."What are you doing here?" I was startled by a voice asking, “ Err is not what you think “ I tried to explain . I turned around to find Bruno, the owner of the voice, standing before me. Bruno's grace and commanding presence still held the same enchanting allure as ever.As seco
Chapter Thirty Two: You Are Nothing Veronica’s POV Bruno's gaze never wavered, his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my heart race. His jaw clenched, and his voice was low and detached when he finally spoke."You're nothing, Veronica. Just an acquaintance."The words hit me like a slap in the face. I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears threatened to spill over. I took a step back, trying to process the harsh reality of our situation."An acquaintance?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.Bruno nodded, his expression unyielding. "That's all you are. Someone I know, someone I occasionally... indulge in."I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to comprehend the depth of his words. Indulge in. It was a cold, calculated term, devoid of any emotional attachment."You're telling me that everything we've done, everything we've shared, means nothing to you?" I asked, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.Bruno's gaze never faltered, his e
Chapter Thirty Three : Whatever You Want Veronica’s POV I have decided to be anything Bruno’s wants me to be . The most important thing is being with him .I let my long hair spill over the side of the couch as I lay down. Once my shorts were hiked sufficiently up my ass, I tugged my pajama top down, stretching the neckline till one naked breast popped out. The second I heard Bruno’s footsteps in the hall, my pulse picked up, and I pinched my nipple to get it nice and tight for him. My heart was pounding, my blood absolutely rushing. But with a smirk, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.I was going to fuck with him tonight.Hard.I gazed up at Bruno, my heart racing as he took in my provocative pose. His eyes burned with intensity, and I could sense his desire for control. I knew that I was taking a risk by surrendering to him, but I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to his power and passion, even if it meant submitting to his every whim."Good girl," he whispered, his voice se
Chapter Thirty Four : Signing The Contract Veronica’s Pov“Are you going to sign the contract? “ he asked me “Yes I will, “ I happily replied. He seems pleased as I sign the contract. I will do anything to keep Bruno close to me .At that moment, it felt like I was his. In every way, Bruno owned me. Yet at the same time, it felt as if he were freeing me, giving me the escape I’d wanted from the sweet little princess I was supposed to be for him. That poor, damaged little thing.“Good girl.” His eyes smoldered into me as I flashed him a peek of my clean tongue before running its tip along my parted lips, cleaning up the last few drops of his seed that had overflowed from my mouth. He watched every second of my display before shoving me back down on the couch, still possessed by rage and lust. “Now you’re going to come again for me, V. And this time, you’re going to say my name.” He climbed on top of me and slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping with instant strength and speed that
Chapter Thirty Five : Inch Of YouVeronica’s POV With that he crushed his lips over mine. I moaned as I finally tasted Bruno, his kiss immediately dominating me. I was vaguely aware of my surroundings as he swept his tongue through my mouth, lifting me up in his arms. A gust of cold air hit my back as Bruno kicked his bedroom door open. He threw me on hisbed and buried his face in my neck, licking my skin and groaning. “Every inch, Veronica’s ,” He growled, kissing down my collarbone to my breast. “I need to taste every fucking inch of you,”he rasped, moving wolfishly down my chest body till he’d licked a trail down to myparting thighsThere was no warning before he ran the flat of his tongue over the length of my seam. I cried to the ceiling, fisting handfuls of his sheets as he slid his hands under my ass to better present my sex to his mouth. “Fuck, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bruno groaned, lapping greedily at me, his tongue giving attention to every last inch of my aching pu
Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen: The Unexpected Visitor Veronica’s POV Bruno cautiously approached the door, his hand on the handle. He listened intently, his ears straining to pick up any sound. Suddenly, he heard a faint knock, followed by a whisper."Bruno, it's me, Sofia. I need to talk to you."Bruno's expression changed from suspicion to surprise. Sofia was a trusted ally, but what was she doing here at this hour?He opened the door, and Sofia slipped in, her eyes scanning the room nervously. "What's going on?" Bruno asked, his voice low.Sofia hesitated, glancing at me and Alejandro before focusing on Bruno. "I have information about the Rossis," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're planning something big, and it's going to happen soon."My heart skipped a beat as I exchanged a worried glance with Bruno. What were the Rossis planning, and how could we stop them?Bruno's eyes narrowed. "What kind of information?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.Sofia h
Chapter One Hundred And Twelve : Training Veronica’s POV I gazed up at Bruno, my eyes pleading. "Please, Bruno, let me train with you. I'm tired of being the weak mafia wife, always needing protection. I want to be strong, like you. I want to be able to defend myself, and help you in your battles."Bruno's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Veronica, you're not weak. You're smart, and resourceful, and you've already proven yourself to be a valuable asset to me and our family."But I shook my head, determination burning within me. "That's not enough. I want to be more than just a valuable asset. I want to be a partner, a equal. I want to fight alongside you, not just hide behind you."Bruno's face hardened, his jaw clenched in thought. Then, he nodded. "Okay, Veronica. I'll train you. But you have to promise me one thing: you'll always prioritize your safety. I can't lose you, Veronica. You're my everything."I nodded eagerly, my heart racing
Chapter One Hundred And Eleven : Honest Veronica’s POV "We need to be careful, Bruno," I said, my voice still urgent. "Ciana is not to be underestimated. She's cunning and ruthless, and she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants."Bruno nodded, his expression serious. "I know, Veronica. I'll be careful. But I also trust you. If you're by my side, I know we can face anything Ciana throws our way."I felt a surge of love and gratitude towards him, and I knew that we were in this together. We would face whatever challenges came our way, as long as we had each other.Just then, the doorbell rang. Bruno's eyes flicked towards the door, and then back to me. "That must be Ciana," he said, his voice neutral.My heart began to race as I realized that the confrontation was about to begin. I steeled myself, ready to face whatever Ciana had in store for us.Bruno got up to answer the door, and I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. When he opened the door, Ciana was standing there, a
Chapter One Hundred And Ten : La DonaVeronica’s POVI approached Ciana in the garden, my heart racing with anticipation. "Ciana, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm but calm.She looked up at me, a hint of wariness in her eyes. "What's this about, Veronica?" she asked, her voice sweet but cautious."I know what you're up to," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "I followed you yesterday. I saw you meeting with that mysterious figure at the café."Ciana's expression changed, a flash of fear crossing her face before she masked it with a smile. "Oh, that? That was just a friend from town. We were catching up."I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A friend? Really? Because it looked like a lot more than that to me."Ciana sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Fine, Veronica. If you must know, I'm in trouble. I owe some people money, and they're not happy with me."My eyes widened in surprise. "You're in debt? How much?"Ciana hesitated, her eyes darting around the garden. "A lot. More than I can p
Chapter One Hundred And Nine : My Marriage Veronica’s POV I stood my ground, my eyes locked on Ciana's. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my marriage and my husband," I said, my voice firm and resolute.Ciana sneered at me, but I could see the faintest glimmer of doubt in her eyes. She knew I was onto her, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.Just then, Bruno walked into the room, a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes darting between me and Ciana.Ciana's face transformed into a mask of innocence. "Nothing, Bruno," she said, her voice sweet and convincing. "Veronica is just being paranoid again."But I knew the truth. And I was determined to make sure Bruno knew it too. "Bruno, listen to me," I said, my voice urgent. "Ciana is not what she seems. She's been manipulating you, using her charm and wit to get what she wants."Bruno's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "What are you talking about, Veronica?" he asked, his voice firm.And s
Chapter One Hundred And Eight. : Trouble Veronica’s POV Yes, that's true. Ciana's presence seemed to bring a whirlwind of chaos and trouble into our lives. She was always pushing boundaries, testing limits, and challenging authority. Her reckless and impulsive behavior often left me feeling frustrated, worried, and even scared.Despite Bruno's assurances that she was harmless, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ciana was trouble with a capital T. She seemed to delight in causing mischief and mayhem, and her antics often left me feeling like I was walking on eggshells, never knowing what she would do next.As the days went by, I found myself growing more and more uneasy around Ciana. I didn't trust her, and I couldn't understand why Bruno was so blind to her flaws. But despite my reservations, he continued to defend her, insisting that she was a good person deep down.I hoped that he was right, but my instincts told me otherwise. And as the trouble surrounding Ciana continued to escal
Chapter One Hundred And Eight : Bruno’s Childhood friend Veronica’s POV I was busy making dinner in the kitchen when Bruno came in, a hint of a smile on his face. "Hey, Veronica, I need to tell you something," he said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.I looked up from the pot I was stirring, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.Bruno leaned against the counter, his eyes locked on mine. "Ciana, my childhood friend, is coming to stay with us for a few days," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes betraying a hint of excitement.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "Ciana? I've never heard you mention her before," I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.Bruno chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's because Ciana is a special friend, someone I've known since we were kids. She's interested in learning more about the mafia ways, and I offered to teach her the ropes."I felt a pang of surprise,
Chapter One Hundred And Six:Moving Forward Veronica’s POV The next few days were a blur of tears, grief, and pain, but I knew I had to keep moving forward, for my son's sake and for Bruno's. I focused on taking care of our little family, trying to find a new sense of normalcy in a world that felt upside down.As I went through the motions of caring for our son, Bruno was always there, supporting me, holding me, and loving me. He helped with feedings, bath time, and bedtime stories, never complaining, never faltering. He was my rock, my shelter in the storm.I watched him play with our son, laughing and smiling, and my heart swelled with love and gratitude. Bruno was not only my partner but also an amazing father, and our son adored him. Seeing them together brought me comfort and peace, reminding me that life goes on, even in the darkest times.Bruno also took care of me, making sure I ate, slept, and took breaks when I needed them. He listened to me when I needed to talk, held me w
Chapter One Hundred And Five :GriefsVeronica’s POV The burial was a somber and intimate affair, with only immediate family in attendance. The sun cast a gentle glow over the cemetery, as if nature itself was mourning the loss of my beloved mother. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers and the weight of our grief.We gathered around the grave, our faces etched with pain and sadness. The priest's words were a gentle breeze on a summer day, offering comfort and solace in our time of need. But even his thoughtful prayers couldn't ease the ache in my heart.As we laid her to rest, I felt a sense of finality wash over me. It was as if I was saying goodbye to a part of myself, a piece of my history and my heart. The sound of dirt hitting the casket was like a drumbeat, a reminder that life goes on, even in death.We stood there in silence, a family united in our grief, as the reality of our loss sank in. And as we turned to leave, I knew that our lives would never be the same without