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Chapter 6. ISABELLA’S POV. My heart flipped as he kissed me back passionately, his lips moving against mine in a way that sent tingles of excitement and lust through my body. My pussy clenched and throbbed in response to his smooching kiss. His hand fondled on my ass intensifying the waves of pleasure that crashed into my pussy and made me a dripping mess. Subconsciously, I sent my hands into his hair, ruffling it softly and deepening the kiss. Fuck! he was so fucking great! This was the best kiss I have ever had. No one has ever made me this way from just kissing. I knew this wasn't right. I should control myself around him, I shouldn't be kissing or indulging in any sexual act or wanting more from him cause he is my late father’s friend and my acting father, but how can I not when I already know what it feels like to have him inside of my mouth? how can I not, when his member has become really hard and is now pressing against my ass. Fuck! My pussy was dripping wet! and I wish he would just slam me over the wall and take away the only thing left that makes me decent. His low moans filled my mouth and my tongue swayed around his lips, tasting him like it was my first take of whine and liquor. The taste of the apple juice we had a while ago clouded my nostrils and his scent filled my body. It was so freaking good. Our kisses had turned into smooching kisses and I was expecting this to go further till I felt his grip on my ass loosen and he pulled out of the kiss dropping me on the floor. I bit on my lower and tried staring up at him but his eyes had suddenly turned cold. “Do not jump on me ever again, Isa.” My heart flipped at the soothing sound of his undertone and my eyes stupidly fell on his crotch. My eyes widened and I bit on my lower lips, the tempting sight of his covered crotch messing with my brain. It felt so huge and the nasty urge to run my hands around it nagged at me, lost in my web of admiration I felt his hand on my chin, he raised it up and my eyes fell on his cold yet Auroring eyes. I felt my heart flip and a pool of heat streamed down my legs as his emerald-green eyes pierced into my soul. “Messing around is not allowed Isa, I won't let this happen again. Okay?” Yet again, I gulped down nothing before nodding my head to him, my pussy throbbing and itching in anticipation to have him filling me up. “This is your room. Some maids would be signed to you. Let me know when you need anything, and when you need to step out.” I bit on my lower lips, loving the hard yet melodic sound of his voice. “Thank you, sir,” I replied in a low whisper and I heard him groan a bit. He didn't say a word to me before turning around and storming out of the room. My lips twitched into a gentle smile! I had a chokehold on him and it was freaking obvious. I threw myself on the wide bed. My pussy was dripping and heck! I really do need a release. ***** The next day. I woke up the next day to the sight of two vibrant ladies dressed in a white and black maid dress. “Good morning ma'am.” they both greeted in unison and I bowed my head gently to them, sitting upright and running my hands through my eyes. I stared around the room and everywhere was looking so neat, not like it wasn't yesterday but it was extremely neat today. “Mr. Ignazio asked that we come to clean up, bathe you up, and help with all your needs.” Bath me up? I surprisingly mumble within me. Does that man think of me as a lesbian or what? “I can do the bathing,” I replied with a smile and they nodded, giving me space as I stepped out of the bed and dashed into the bathroom while they bowed to me. I awkwardly held onto my robe and walked into the bathroom. The life of the rich does feel wired. I let loose my robe and stepped under the shower, letting the cold water engage with my skin. After several minutes I returned to the room to meet with the sparkling sight of the room. My bed had been arranged neatly and one of the maids was standing at the east side of my bed with her hands on her back. “My lady.” she bowed. “Do you need me to do anything for you?” My grip on my towel tightened and I shook my head negatively. “I can do every other thing. Thanks.” “Breakfast is ready ma'am the time frame is 8, you should be at the dining table by 8.” “Okay.” She bowed and my eyes followed her as she walked away. I let out a sigh of relief and let loose my towel. “I can't believe I have to live with this every single day.” I proceeded to dress for the day and once I was done I grabbed my tote bag and took the elevator to the last floor. I located the dining room and the moment I walked in Mr Ignazio was already at the dining table. “Good morning sir.” I greeted in the most peaceful voice and my knees suddenly went numb the moment his flirtatious eye fell on my body, inviting pleasure into my pussy and making me clamp my legs softly. Ignazio’s Pov. My dick throbbed underneath my brief at the soothing sound of her voice. I raced my gaze up to get a glimpse of her but I subconsciously left my gaze on her body. Heck! My heart made a flip and I felt waves of ecstasy flushing into my body. She looked fucking great! And her dressing! They were lots of skin but she ate. She was dressed in my favorite color, a black two-piece, a skirt, and a crop top, I could tell that she had no bra on cause her nipples kept growing erect with each minute, my eyes trailed down to her exposed thighs, her skirt was a shape-snatching skirt that enhanced her hourglass shape and stopped right above her knees. She had white sneakers on and a black strap complementing it, a tote bag, and a glass to keep her hair in check! She had few accessories on and I could perceive her scent from here. Hell, she smelled so freaking nice! She had a great fashion sense, one I never thought of, and a killer shape that made me want to go nuts. She cleared her throat softly in the air and I batted my lashes softly, soft enough for her to not get an idea of. Her shape was killing me and I swear down I do not know how long I would be able to hold it in. The urge to have an everlasting taste of her. “You are set for school?” “Yes,” she muttered in a low whisper and my cock throbbed in response. The same voice that got me wanking off in my room last night. “A driver has been assigned to you as well as two bodyguards. Pick whichever car you like from the new cars outside.” “Oh my,” she exclaimed, her eyes glistering with so much happiness. “Thank you sir.” she composed and I could tell she did a lot restraining the urge to jump on me. “Seat and have your breakfast.” She replied with a gentle nod and took a seat right next to me, her scent filling and tormenting my nostrils like she was doing all of this purposely. We settled into the food and the whole dining room went silent for a long time till my mind drifted off to Ama’s words from yesterday. “So you have a boyfriend?” I found myself asking. Her grip on her cutleries loosened and she hesitated a while before giving a reply. “We broke up yesterday.” “Why?” I asked like I cared. I didn't. I was trying so hard to burry the jubilation inside of me. “He rather bend and have his hole lubed .” A gay! I figured it out from her reply and smiled inwardly. “He never gives you a fickle does he?” “Not even a turn-on,” she replied with an irked expression and I felt superior. “How about me?” I didn't know when the question fell off my mouth but I loved how husky it came out. The room. Went silent and I sipped from my juice, staring at her in the most captivating way ever. “Do I turn you on?” I finalized and I saw her nipples reacting to my words. She dropped her cutleries and raised her gaze to me. “You don't just turn me on. You rip moans off my throat.” the blissful sound of her voice filled my entire body with pleasure and I needed one thing, to get down with her. “On the desk!” I commanded my cock throbbing and with the intense need to have her. And as slutry as I know she is, she was already on the dining table, kneeling on it like a submissive ready to take her master’s cock. She will make one. I got on my feet taking closer steps toward her and I watched as she reached for her boobs fondling them softly and giving me the most seductive glare ever. Oh heavens. This wasn't the plan I had for us. I know this isn't right, but I couldn't help it a bit. I thought I would be able to move past what I had with her at the restaurant restroom yesterday, but since the moment she stepped into this house, I didn't need to be told that I was done for. I am sorry heavenly brother Iviano, but promises are meant to be broken. My eyes fell on hers and I groaned out softly. “Sit your ass on that chair and spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see all of you. 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.”Chapter 135.Isadora’s heart was thumping loudly in her chest. She could see the hatred in Tamara’s eyes, but she did not let it shake her. She refused to look weak in front of this woman.Taking a breath, she sniffed softly and looked Tamara straight in the eye. “It’s quite weird, Miss Tamara. I thought you were a high-class lady, but it turns out you are just an attention-seeking woman who will say anything just to ruin the name of someone who has done nothing wrong to you.”Tamara went completely silent. The words hit her, and she lost her confidence for a second before a mean smile formed right back on her lips.“I love how defensive you are getting, Dora,” Tamara whispered, her voice sharp. “But I saw you coming out of that restroom hallway, Isadora. So tell me, why exactly were you and Mr. Alessio leaving the restroom at the exact same time?”Isadora smiled softly back at her, keeping her cool even though, deep down, her heart was hammering against her ribs.“The restroom was ma
Chapter 134. The hall erupted into a massive wave of cheers and loud applause. Down in the crowd, Mitchell was jumping up and down, smiling widely and clapping harder than anyone else.Isadora just stood there, completely numb. She couldn’t believe she had actually won. She couldn’t believe she had done this. As she stared down at the sea of people applauding her, a sweet, unfamiliar warmth bloomed in her chest. She really didn’t understand much about this high-society life, but being celebrated by random, powerful people made her feel incredibly happy. Aside from Mitchell, no one in her entire life had ever celebrated her before.The clapping slowly died down, and the spokesman turned to her with a wide smile.“Congratulations, Miss Isadora Martins, for being this year’s best-dressed guest and for being our people’s favorite. Your rewards are as listed on the screen behind me.”Isadora turned her head slightly, her jaw dropping as she read the list:* A brand-new designer dress from
Chapter 133. Isadora stood frozen in her spot, her heart hammering so hard against her ribs she was certain the people standing closest to her could hear it. Her breath hitched. My name? Did he just call my name?She was completely unable to speak, her mind refusing to process the words that had just left the spokesman’s mouth. She was just Isadora Martins. A girl who was drowning in medical bills, a girl who spent her days worrying about how to afford her next meal. Why on earth was her name being called in a room filled with the wealthiest people in the country?The entire hall erupted into a flurry of surprised whispers.“Who did he say? Isadora Martins? Who is she?”“Oh my, look at her. She is actually stunning. That red dress fits her like a glove.”“She is just there, honestly. I’ve seen better.”“Are you blind? She is gorgeous. Her skin is glowing.”The compliments heavily outweighed the few bitter words, but Isadora was too dazed to hear any of them clearly. She turned her he
Chapter 132.The moment the hammer met the wooden block, Isadora knew this was a done deal. But what she could not bring herself to understand was how a person could spend 1.8 million dollars buying a single piece of fabric. This was not her trying to reduce the hard work of the designers, but the price was just too ridiculous for her mind to grasp.Around her, the whispers of the crowd rose into a loud murmur.“Oh my goodness! Did he really do that? Did Mr. Bianchi just buy that dress for this price?”“Oh my! This company has really made a huge sale today. But who do you think he is buying it for?”“His daughter, obviously. Who else? She is so lucky.”The spokesman on the stage took the microphone again, calming the excited crowd.“As we all know,” he started, his voice booming clearly through the hall, “the second purpose of this event is to always grant vibrant people the opportunity to shine. Today, we have compiled a list of the best-dressed, and we would be pleased to invite the
Chapter 131.“Oh my goodness! Did she really do that?”“Did she really agree to buy this dress for three hundred thousand dollars? Oh goodness me. This is too much money for a single dress.”“What are you thinking? Don’t you know she is Mr. Bianchi’s daughter? Of course, the money is there. She can spend it however she likes without blinking.”The hushed voices of different people rippled through the grand hall, but Mitchell didn’t pay attention to any of the things they said. She just held her plastic bidding card up high, smiling gently and confidently.Isadora leaned closer to Mitchell now, her voice soft, calm, and filled with disbelief. “Are you really buying that dress for that amount, Mitchy?”Mitchell’s brows pulled together now, and she turned her head to stare at Isadora. “What, Dora? You don’t think it’s worth it?”Isadora blinked gently. She stared at the midnight-blue gown on the stage, and then she looked back at Mitchell. “You… you honestly think it’s worth it?” she ask
Chapter 130.Isadora walked back into the hall. Her steps were gentle, but it wasn’t just because she was used to being gentle. It was because every single step reminded her of the insane way her best friend’s father had pounded his massive cock into her small pussy, threatening to destroy her cunt with every rough thrust. Her legs were still completely numb, and they were threatening to give up on her right on this polished floor with every step that she took.Gently, she walked over and took her seat beside Mitchell. Her pussy was still humming with a wetness that never left her skin.“You took so long,” Mitchell said, her eyes filled with genuine concern. “I was so worried. At some point, I even almost came into the restroom to check on you. But I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and embarrass you.”Isadora bit gently on her lower lip, feeling a sharp sting of panic.“I… I didn’t mean to take that much time,” Isadora stammered softly. “I… I was just too shy after…”“After your







