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Please, Mr Giordano Fourteen
Moore“What?” I found myself asking, breaking his rules again.How in the world is he expecting me to get the whole vicinity cleaned? I'm so tired.I was made to dance, play games, and pretend to be happy during the party. To make things worse, Dad kept avoiding me too.The party would have been wonderful if I were really marrying for love. It would have been one of the happiest days of my life, but no, it was a disaster. Any chance I had with Madam Isabel? She kept pleading that I behave well so he doesn't ruin our family's reputation.“You don't learn, do you?” Annoying as it should be, I found myself admiring her voice. “I see why you ended up in jail.”Whatever his rules were, I will not sit and watch another woman speak trash about me.“And I see why he chose to marry a woman convicted of murder over you, a prestigious, flawless daughter of the president!”My words got to her. It was evident as she swelled with anger and landed a fierce slap on my cheek.“How dare you!” she groa
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LucienAs expected, she's already naked and properly laid on the bed while I walked over to her, my eyes boring into her flawless body.She had the bondage cuffs strapped already to her wrist and my jaw clenched as her leg spread wide open, ready to fully take me inside of her.I undid my belt, releasing the monster beneath as I walked over to her and picked up the whip. Her eyes followed my every move as she finally let them rest on my eyes. “The door is open.” She observed, her eyes still not leaving mine. “I know.” I whispered.I wanted her to see us. The first real torture I'll be inflicting on her. “Let her see.”She nodded obediently as I raised the whip up and it landed swiftly on her fresh shaved pussy.A moan escaped her lips as she tried to curl her legs together.I stare at her, giving her a warning stare. She obeyed, spreading her legs wider for me to see her dripping pussy.Athena can be a well known surgeon, but she's also known to be extremely slutty.. slutty for me
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Moore.A slight knock on my door woke me up from my sleep. I had been so tired I fell asleep the moment my body hit the bed. Thank God I had gotten rid of the dress and taken a shower before going downstairs to the work assigned to me by Lucien.There's not much clothes in the closet. I had to make do with the dress Emily left behind.The knock came again and forcefully, I pushed myself to the door.I locked myself indoors just so to avoid Lucien from barging in and I can tell he's the one pounding excessively on my door.Why won't he just let me be?I pondered pushing my hands over my face so I could have a clear vision of where I was headed.The persistent intruder stopped, probably aware that I'm already awake and forcing my sore limbs to open up.I got to the door and turned the knob. I was expecting a shove or a hard push, but whoever the person is didn't open up immediately until he's sure I'm steps away from the door.That can't be him.I turned towards my bed, not wanting to b
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Moore.My door flung open abruptly and he shoved himself into my room, his eyes invading my environment. “Good morning Sir.” Vivian greeted turning towards the intimidating figure whose face held displeasure while watching her take her phone from me. “Why are you here Vivian?” He questioned her while I watched him with so much hatred, my body vibrating from anger I can't wait to unleash on him. “I ..” She turned towards me, her finger pointing at me while she turned back to him, trying to explain why she had been in my room and why my mood looked like that of a volcano waiting to erupt. “I came to inform her of the food…”I just couldn't wait for her to finish, my anger is eating deep into me to watch her explain. I suddenly grabbed her phone from her and pointed it towards Lucien. “Haven't we paid you in full already? Isn't my bloody marriage with you the full settlement to whatever freaking debt we owe you?!”Vivian flinched in fright at my sudden high pitched voice as she
Please, Mr Giordano Eighteen
Moore. “What's this?” I asked, my face furrowed in extreme shock and uncertainty. “Who's the Submissive here?” “Don’t make me punish you, Moore.” His voice declared, causing me yet another shudder as I took my eyes away from the file to glare at him. “l asked you to read and not to ask questions.” I swallowed hard on my Silva, feeling the extreme weight of his words on my stomach. If I can't ask questions, how do I understand what all this meant? “I need to know fully what I'm getting into Mr Giordano.” My voice came out more steadily and somehow, I felt proud for once since I came into this house.I know I was supposed to be getting married, and from the very instance, I knew it wasn't a proper marriage but slavery.I was expecting everything bad but not for once did I imagine myself getting into a cheese burger situation. A situation where I did get eaten mercilessly by a hungry mob. “Read.” Came the blunt reply and I swallowed again, pushing my face to the papers before m
Please, Mr Giordano Nineteen
Lucien.The way she stares, I knew she found my words intimidating.I don't, not even the slightest intend to touch her. I just wanted her to know she belonged to me and I can do whatever I pleased.I have Athena on my call, and so far, she gives me the satisfaction I needed without asking for more, not until recently. Only she proved to be extremely stubborn, only then will I let her know who the master is. “I will fuck you so hard you will not remember to use the safe word.” She glared at me, unable to shake off the disbelief. “That's what it means.” “Oh.. okay.” She breathed, swallowing hardly while she pushed her face back to the file. “Now read them out, Don't stop to make any irrelevant observation or ask any questions that might get you punished. You know better than to defy me.”So much of the hate I had for her, I despise myself for being easy on her.I wanted nothing but brutality on her. I wanted her to go through the pains I had been to. The torture of having to lo
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MooreA cleaner to the same woman I believe will find nothing but joy in wrecking me? How absurd.“Haven’t you done enough?” I ran after him, the file clenched tightly in my trembling fingers as I followed him. The cool, sterile air of the hallway did nothing to calm the heat of fear rising in my chest. Not only is he punishing me by asking me to work for his mistress, but he's also going to ruin my family completely?“Enough isn't a word that fits what I'll do to you, Moore. There will never be any pain I inflict on you that will satisfy me.”His voice was low and cold, cutting through me like a knife. If I hated my ex-husband for what he did, it was nothing compared to the hatred this man has for me.His words made me want to curl up in a corner and hide, hide far away from him and his deadly glare. But giving in to fear isn't something I can allow myself to do.I'm afraid of him, no doubt, but I'll never show it. My breaths came shallow and quick, the sound loud in my ears as I tri
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“Mother said you refused the offer,” Nicole remarked, her tone teasing. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she said it. “You really don't like her, do you?”“Tell her I’m done with her setting me up on dates,” I replied, instructing Finna to move the mannequin to the other side of the room.It was still early, but my office was already bustling with activity. As one of the most respected fashion icons in Rome, my days were always packed with work. I barely had time to go out, and Mum wasn’t helping. She constantly sent me pictures of her friends' daughters, convinced they were as hardworking as I am and would understand my lifestyle.When I turned down yet another blind date, Mum reported me to my sister, Nicole, who had just travelled to England yesterday, a day after her release from prison. Dad sent her there, hoping she’d find herself and stay out of trouble.“The fact that you attended a wedding just to dodge the date cracks me up. When did you start going to weddings for cli
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