‘Spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs. This book contains high sexual content, it is not for readers younger than🔞. Clogged in the web of dissatisfaction I had always thought that I had a problem with being sexually satisfied, until I met the very man who I should never think of moaning to, he is my acting father Mr. Ignazio Vecenzo, Thompson. A sex machine who knew how to please my body and when exactly to stop. I had many plans for the day and none included moaning to the man I should call father, after bumping into him with his miraculous member sliding in and out of his hand, I found myself wishing to have him for just a day, however, my mind wind off to having him forever as his deft fingers found my clit, ripping moans off my throat, as no one has ever done. As lines fell pleasantly for me, I found myself moaning to him every single day taking his sexual command, being daddy’s good girl, and wishing for nothing other than to have him buried deep inside of me. Navigating my way through so many obstacles, I realized that my lust for him had whirled into love and I was determined to keep him even if it meant going against the entire world. However he was not the good man I fell for, he was the monster I never knew existed, a killer Machine and a man who has so many darksides yet I crave him gravier than any other.. Again, this book contains high sexual content. Recommended for readers older than 18.
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Chapter 1 I gave my reflection a final look in the mirror before grabbing my bag and dashing out of the room, descending the stairs in the most outrageous way ever. Today is my man’s birthday and I was planning to give him the only gift I have kept for him for so long, my virginity. Even though it felt like his touches were never enough I was never a fan of cheating and I had waited this long to be sure he was the right person. “I am off to see Nathan, Aunt,” I yelled at the top of my voice. “Do not stay too long Bella. You know how special today is.” “I know Aunty. I won't stay too long I promise.” I replied in the loudest voice I could ever come up with and her words followed suit. “I love you.” “I love you too aunt,” hastily I walked out of the house and headed to board a cab. My aunt had earlier informed me that my invisible-acting father who had been taking care of me all these years would be coming over to see me today and also take me over to his house so we could bond really well. I didn't fancy the idea in any way but I couldn't go against it. My parent had died in a fatal accident when I was 8 and my father's last wish was for him to take me in as his child and give me all the love and care a father should give. However the case was different. I never lacked money or material things but I lacked fatherly love cause my Aunty’s husband never failed to shove it on my face how miserable my life already was and my cousin was not an exception. My acting father never showed his face to me, he only sent me lots of money and made sure that I never lacked financially. My Aunt always referred to him as a very kind man, and I am kind of utterly grateful for that. I had gotten to my destination already and I paid the cab man his money and stepped out of the car. I stared at the beautiful sight of Nathan’s building and I exhaled a soft sigh. I had taken my time to think this through, although it didn't sit well with me cause his touches were never satisfying and he never knew where to touch how to arouse a lady, and many more. Nathan and I have been dating for over a year now and I think it's time to let him have a taste of me, perhaps that might change my view about everything. I walked into the building using my pass card to gain entrance into the main building. As soon as I got in, the awkward sounds of moans filled the air and my legs froze right there. With my clenched heart and wobbling legs, I managed to walk in and to my greatest surprise, my man was beneath another man, bending over in a doggy style while the dude had his cock shoved into his ass, fucking him roughly while his voice filled the air. My heart clenched and tears rolled out of my eyes immediately, wetting my beautiful white dress. A gay? I was with a gay all these months? How come I never suspected shit? “Nathan,” I called in a pain-filled voice and they both turned in my direction, they froze at the sight of me, their eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. Nathan made a quick move forward, the guy's cock slipping out of his lubed-up hole. The disgusting sight of him angered all the veins in me. He reached for his trousers and began fitting into them, but at the time, I had already dashed out of his house with tears dripping off my cheeks. “Bella,” he called chasing after me but I didn't stop, he chased after me for a while then caught up with me as I made to step out of the gate. His hand gripped my wrist, yanking me backward. “Bella. Wait.” he made to say but I lost it and sent a slap across his face. “How dare you ?” I yelled and tears streamed down my cheeks. His hand gripped his cheek and he stared at me with so much rage boiling him up. His eyes pierced into mine and I thought he was craving the attest to send a smirk across my face. I watched as he gulped the saliva that had formed on his throat, his teeth gritted tightly. “You are so shameless Nathan I can't believe you are bending for a man, what in the world does that benefit you?” “Pleasure!” he snapped and my heart made a deeper clench. “It brings to me the pleasure that your dripping yet unhealthy pussy can't bring to me.” My heart clenched even more as he uttered those hurtful words to me without remorse. “Nathan…” I called In a shaky breath and he scoffed. “I do not know why I was even trying to explain to you in the first place Bella. You are not worth every bit of my time or explanation cause what kind of woman drips at the mere sight of her man? What kind of woman craves lots of nasty sex life? For a virgin, I personally think your libido is too high and I am definitely not ready to be with a lady who gets wet always like she is ready to fuck the entire world! So screw you and screw your damn pussy, feeling, and whatever motherfucking thoughts your condensed skull acknowledges!” My heart clenched, and I felt a deep pain piercing through my heart as though a dagger had been thrust into it, pain shutting through my whole system. Fresh tears burnt the back of my eyes yet again but I wasn't willing to appear weak any longer. I shut my eyes for some seconds and smirked at him. “It all makes sense now Nathan, I understand clearly why you never know where to touch and how to satisfy a woman! That's because all you know how to do is bend and allow a man to ram into your damn hole, you definitely be thinking like a pussy.” Nathan stared at me angrily as I took out the vibrator in my bag “I definitely would not be needing this 'cause it does know how to do a better job than your useless fingers.” I let out an angry groan and I threw the vibrator at him walking out of his compound and heading to get a cab. My phone made a gentle buzz and I pulled it out of my bag, as expected it was Aunt she had sent me the location of the restaurant where we would all be meeting with my acting father. Everything felt totally off to me, I felt like going home but I could not be ungrateful to a man who took care of me all this while, this was my little way of showing how grateful I am and I could not let Nathan ruin it for me. I picked up a cab without thinking straight and gave him the address of the restaurant. I had arrived after 30 minutes of the ride, then I figured out how rough I was looking. It was my first time meeting with this person and it would be really bad of me to not pull a nice impression. I pulled out the small mirror in my bag to get a reflection of myself and my hair was scattered from how well I had ruffled it. “Fuck!” I cursed and located my way to the restroom. I needed to fix myself before going to meet everyone at the already set table, it would be really awkward if I decided to fix it later. After my findings, I located the spacious restroom, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. I reached the door numb and twisted it open shutting the door gently and walking into the restroom, as my legs drew closer I heard familiar yet soothing sounds, I halted at the sight of the perfectly structure demi-God. He was probably 6,4 feet tall and his huge and erect veiny members were in his hand. He had his side to me and his front to the mirror while he wanked off. He had dark brown shoulder-length hair, a part of it flipped to the back while the other part fell forward resting on his cheeks and framing his handsome face! Just from staring at him, I could tell that he was older than me by 2 decades or 2 decades and a half. The sight of his cock alone got my pussy dripping with so much fluids emanating from it. Fuck! He looked so hot wanking off. His Moan filled the air arousing my already aroused arousal. “Yes! Fuck! It! Ughhhh..” his soothing moans reverberated through the air as he stroked his veny and lengthy dick faster and harder like he was going to cum soon. My heart flipped with pleasure sparkles and I felt my stomach tighten into an ecstatic feel, his moans sending strikes of pleasure down my vein, my legs wobbling and shaking with waves of pleasure ripping me. Lost in the sight and sound of his deep moan I didn't realize when my bag slipped off my shoulder creating a loud noise as it crashed on the floor jolting him out of his actions. “Who the hell?” his deep baritone voice filled the air but his words suddenly trailed off the moment his gaze fell on me. His emerald green eyes pierced into mine, sending loads of pleasure to my already-dripping and tingling pussy. His eyes roamed over my body and they landed on a particular spot. I followed the directions of his eyes and I found him staring at my perky and erect nipples that were poking my white top and threatening to rip it off. I bit on my lower lip feeling embarrassed I made to say a word but his next words shut me to it. “Want some cock?” his deep baritone voice reverberated through the room and I quivered at the pleasure that wrecked through my body. He was going to let me have his cock? I gulped down the sudden lumps that had formed in my throat, nodding subconsciously. “Then come fucking get it!” he groaned huskily and my legs wobbled at the instant thought of having his cock filling my already dripping pussy. Perhaps Nathan was right! My libido was fucking high for a virgin and I really do need a therapist, but at this point, I need to get filled up by his massive cock.Epilogue. The Day His World Shifted The moment Ignazio’s phone rang, he knew. Before he even answered, a gut-wrenching feeling seized his chest, an instinct so primal it overrode everything else. The boardroom around him blurred—the mahogany table, the men in crisp suits, the foreign investors who had flown in just for this meeting. The deal he had spent months preparing for, one that would add another mountain of wealth to his empire, suddenly meant nothing. Johnson’s voice came through the speaker like a bullet to the heart. “It’s Bella. She’s in labor. We’re on our way to the hospital.” For a split second, the world stopped spinning. And then—chaos. Ignazio shoved back his chair so violently that it scraped against the marble floor. He yanked his suit jacket from the chair, already moving. The stunned silence in the room was deafening. His secretary blinked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Cancel the meeting,” he ordered, his voice edged with finality. Her mouth fell open
Chapter 97.It's been three months of peace, and harmony with just Isabella and Ignazio in their own world. ******The world stilled the moment Isabella stepped into view.Ignazio’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, it felt as though time itself had bowed at her feet.She was a vision. A goddess dressed in white.Her wedding dress clung to her body like it had been spun from the stars, delicate lace wrapping around her curves with a softness that seemed almost unreal. The fitted bodice accentuated every inch of her femininity, and as the fabric flowed down in waves, it trailed behind her like a whisper of heaven.And her hair—God, her hair.The deep burgundy strands cascaded down her back in thick, glossy waves, the color catching the golden light, painting her as something otherworldly. A delicate tiara rested atop her head, but nothing—nothing—could outshine the fierce glow in her eyes.She was the most beautiful thing Ignazio had ever seen.
Chapter 96.The moment Ignazio’s lips crashed against hers, Isabella felt herself shatter.His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. Consuming.He devoured her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips, demanding control, owning her.Isabella whimpered against him, her hands threading through his jet-black hair, pulling him closer—harder—deeper. She could taste the fire on his tongue, the raw possession in every movement.Ignazio groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body, making her legs weaken beneath his hold.His hands—rough, strong, familiar—gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, kissing her like a man who had been starving for her, dying for her, burning for her.Her nightgown had ridden up, baring the soft skin of her thighs. Ignazio’s fingers traced the exposed flesh, his touch searing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.His lips broke away from hers
Chapter 95.Isabella’s eyes fluttered open, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on her body. Her vision blurred for a moment before settling on the figure before her. Ignazio.He was sitting beside her, his fingers curled tightly around her hand, as if he feared letting go would mean losing her forever. His usually composed face was a wreck of emotions—fear, regret, desperation—all bleeding through his dark, tormented eyes.At the sight of her waking up, he inhaled sharply, his entire body tensing.“Princesss.”he rasped, his voice raw, trembling with relief and something far deeper—something dangerously close to breaking.His hand shot up to her cheek, his touch hesitant at first, as if he feared she might disappear like a cruel illusion. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, though even he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for anymore. Was it for the blood on his hands? For dragging her into his world? For making her love him despite the darkness that surrounded him?Isabella didn’t respo
Chapter 94. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her body curled in on itself as if trying to shield her heart from the unbearable ache. The dim lighting of the room did nothing to ease the darkness that had settled within her. It had been three days. Three days of isolation. Three days without stepping beyond these walls. Three days of drowning in thoughts that tore her apart. Three days of nothing but disaster.Anna’s death lingered in her mind like a shadow, but the pain of Aunt Amma’s death was a wound that bled deeper, cutting through her with a sharpness she hadn’t anticipated. She had expected to hate her aunt. She had expected to be filled with nothing but loathing after discovering that the woman she once trusted had been the one who murdered her parents.But instead, there was only emptiness.She should have felt relief. She should have rejoiced that the person who had shattered her world was gone. Yet, her heart remained in turmoi
Chapter 93.The dungeon reeked of fear as it clung to the air like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable. The walls, cold and damp, bore the silent screams of those who had begged for mercy and received none. The only sounds now were the slow, deliberate footsteps of Ignazio Vincenzo Thompson.He moved like a ghost, his presence commanding, his aura lethal. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the ember glowing like the fire raging in his soul. Smoke curled in the air as he exhaled, his stormy eyes locked onto the two figures bound to chairs in the center of the room.Anita.Denica.Two women who had played their part in destroying what little good was left in him.Anita—his ex-wife, the woman who once held his name, who once swore she loved him—not like he ever cared. The same woman who had, with a single message, shattered his world and Isabella’s heart. The picture of their already-ended marriage. She had made sure Isabella saw it, twisted the knife, let her bleed.And Denica—the tra
Chapter 92.The room was dim, filled with the thick scent of cigarettes and regret. Ignazio sat slumped in the plush leather chair, his body heavy with exhaustion, his mind wracked with turmoil. The dim glow of the overhead chandelier cast long shadows across his face, accentuating the dark circles beneath his reddened eyes. His stubble had grown, rough against his jaw, a testament to the days he had spent in this same position—drinking, smoking, waiting.Three days.Three fucking days without Isabella. Three days without the reason he existed. Three days of standing outside Johnson’s house, knocking, pleading, dropping to his knees like a desperate man stripped of his pride—only to be met with silence. Three days of torment, knowing she was inside, breathing, existing, but refusing to see him.It was a kind of death, only slower, more agonizing.Ignazio took another slow drag from his cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly as he exhaled, watching the smoke curl toward the ceilin
Chapter 91.Ignazio stared at Isabella, his heart pounding against his ribs like a caged beast desperate for escape.“Princess…” His voice dripped with something deeper—something raw, something desperate.Isabella refused to look at him, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond, past the walls, past the moment—anywhere but at him. “Forgive me.” He continued, his voice strained, thick with regret, unwilling to walk away like she had ordered. He couldn’t.“I will make things right, Princess. We could start again and live a peaceful life… with me, with you… with our baby.”The room stilled.Isabella’s breath caught in her throat.Baby?What baby?Her lashes fluttered, and for the first time in forever, her eyes moved—finally landing on Ignazio. He saw the way confusion danced across her features, the way her lips parted slightly, as though forming words that refused to come.“Baby?” Her voice was a breathless whisper, yet it echoed, slicing through the silence like a dagger.“What baby?”A ghost
CHAPTER 90. Ignazio sat on the chair next to Isabella’s bed, his fingers laced with hers as if letting go would mean losing her forever. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor echoed through the sterile hospital room, but he barely heard it. All he could hear was the agonizing silence—the silence of her unconsciousness, the silence of her absence, the silence of his own torment. “I am sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling as a tear slid down his cheek, disappearing into the stubble along his jaw. His grip on her hand tightened, as if he could will his regret into her through touch alone. He should have been careful. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have hurt her. He shouldn’t have ignored the possibility that she would follow him. But he had, and now the consequences were suffocating him. If only he had done things differently… If only she hadn’t witnessed his fury toward Anita, hadn’t seen him for the monster he was, hadn’t walked away from him in anger… If only she had
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