Achilles’ Point of View:
“So what are you suggesting?” I asked with a smirk painted on my face. She didn’t waste another minute and pulled me closer by my shirt, joining our lips in a passionate kiss.
I tried to resist but as her taste dissolved in my mouth, I ached for more and kissed her back. Her lips were as soft as the last time I felt them, the feeling of ecstasy making me almost high. It had been so long since I felt her lips against mine, something I had known to be impossible happening ever again.
As I continued kissing her passionately, I felt my senses kicking in. I couldn’t do this, not after everything that had happened. It took everything in me to stop and pull back. She looked at me as we separated, holding my gaze for a few seconds. Her eyes were as pretty as they had al
Achilles’ Point of View:“Really?” She said with her gaze challenging me. “Even if it means I’ll forgive you for cheating on me?”My eyes snapped at her at her words, suddenly feeling overwhelming emotions running through my veins. It wasn’t as if I had forgotten about it or didn’t wanna remember it, but her blatantly mentioning it wasn’t the best thing I expected.“What? It’s a thing we don’t talk about?” She said, perceiving my silence as a way to ignore the subject at hand. She shook her head, as if disappointed with my reaction.I exhaled. “Look, Isabelle. You’re drunk and I don’t—”
Isabelle’s Point of View:I woke up with a strong headache and a terrible pain in my hand. I groaned as I looked around the huge room, and realised I had slept in the base last night after getting drunk. Flashes from the last night conversation started coming back to me, and I was shocked to realise I remembered most of it even after being both high and drunk.Dragging myself to the bathroom, I quickly turned on the shower and let the hot water wash away the soreness of my skin. Taking a look at my tattoo, I realised the letters that were originally faded enough, were almost invisible now but the square wound remained as before. There were a lot of emotions attached to the scar—I couldn’t believe I had his name tattooed on my bone. I mean, that’s some cult-level love, isn’t it?I shrugged and took a bath. After coming out and getting dressed with so
Achilles’ Point of View:I couldn’t comprehend the reasons why Isabelle was behaving like that. I was trying my hardest to not feel anything, but it wasn’t in my control. Not anymore, anyway. One look at her, and I felt like everything was coming back to me.Her offer seemed to hold the weights to set me free. She was allowing me to feel whenever I wanted to, and for her to be there for me. It was too good of an offer for someone who cheated on her.Part of the reason why I was reluctant was the fact that I couldn’t believe it. I had seen too much of the bad side of the world and to me, there was a possibility she was trying to play me. Maybe she was the one scorned, and this was all supposed to end with her hurting me as much as I hurt her.But on the other hand, a part of me screamed to agree before the moment was swept away, and to
Isabelle’s Point of View:I yawned as I opened my eyes. It had been a long sleep after months. I wasn’t completely happy about my life at the moment, I wouldn’t lie—it wasn’t exactly a fairytale, but I thought that I still made the best out of it.Today I was supposed to get married. Yep, it was my big day—but I didn’t have the slightest excitement. Not because I didn’t kinda want it, but it was to be over whenever Achilles left Mafia and I didn’t want a reason to not pray for that to happen. Well, okay, I was a little excited but who wouldn’t, right?Anyway, I gathered myself and got up. I was in my own apartment, I hadn’t visited him in two days and he asked me to take some time off since he was on some “missions” and obviously, I really
Isabelle’s Point of View:“I thought you said we wouldn’t have a huge wedding?” I asked Achilles as we pulled over to the wedding location.“Yes, and that is why we’re having it here,” He said and got out of the car. I got out and he came to me, his eyes wandering between the two of mine. “And not in the city of love.”“This is huge. This is a huge wedding, Achilles,” I said to him as if telling a five-year-old.“What’s so bad about it?” He looked toward the place that was decorated like heaven on Earth and we hadn’t even stepped inside yet. “Who doesn’t want a big wedding?”“People who are getting married only to be divorced later?” I said, trying not to say something wrong.He smirked at me. &ldqu
[This chapter contains mature content. It also includes kinky//BDSM//Dd/lg stuff, so if it’s not your type then you can skip over and it wouldn’t really make a difference to the storyline. Thank you.]Isabelle’s Point of View:We pulled over to Achilles’ apartment and went inside in a rush. It took a lot for me to control myself from kissing him right then and there outside his place, but it probably wouldn’t be a decent image running around in public.As soon as the door was locked, he pulled me in for a hungry kiss, sloppily dominating my mouth with his tongue. His hands traced my hips and waist in a lustful movement, but couldn’t get much access due to my huge dress.He pulled back and quickly unzipped my dress from the back. After it fell down on the floor, he picked me up to help me wiggle out of it without falling down and then kissed me again, not wasting any breath.“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered just like he had done so many times before, and continued smothering me with
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Now,” Ace said, breaking the three-second silence, “Let’s see how long you can hold your orgasm, my little girl, because if you cum without my permission, things are gonna take a turn.”Oh, I could already feel myself on the edge at his words. My legs squirmed sightly with the anticipation of his next moves.I felt him run his fingers over my pussy lips as I moaned. His fingers sent electric jolts across my body. “You’re so fucking wet,” He said and let out a small moan, “so fucking wet by this, aren’t you?”“Mm…” I replied, my eyes closed behind the cloth. I didn’t know he was so good at this, I didn’t even really need him to touch me to take me to paradise. His words were enough rto make me tremble.“W
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Thank you, Rob,” I said with a smile to the guy who just told me how happy he was that I was the Mafia’s first lady. He said he had been having trouble with his wife, and would love to talk about it some time if I could, and I agreed.He left and I returned to my room. Achilles was still gone. He left the day after we made love that night, without even another word. The morning was cold as I searched for him everywhere, only to find out he was on a mission in Europe and would not return for a few weeks.I figured he probably couldn’t spare any time to tell me, otherwise he would have. It had been a week since that day, and he hadn’t returned calls or any messages. My assistant here, the only other woman—Lucy, she told me that whenever “boss” was on a mission, he wouldn’t bear any contacts with the people back in the base. He would only talk to the men he took along with him on the said mission.I heaved a sigh. The thought of my mother crossed my mind for th