Warning: Matured Content 18+ You do not want me to repeat myself, now strip.” She tried to stop me from touching her, but I only end up hitting her in the face because I can no longer control myself. I forcefully rip off her dress and begin to touch her everywhere and damn, she tastes so exquisite. She is so f**king tight, making me slam in forcefully so that she can feel my whole. Who keeps her virginity at this age? I wanted to please her as well, but I can't help but pleasure myself seeing how tight she is, making me slam so hard and harder every time. Once I was done, I order her to get out. She would learn to fear me that way After being sold of to a wealthy ruthless and heartless billionaire, Lila became the shadow of herself as she was constantly humiliated by her so called husband who finds nothing wrong in letting another man on top of his wife. Lila was never loved by her family nor husband. What would happen when her husband let another man taste his wife? What will happen when Lila realized her husbands friend whom she hated just had her?
View MoreLila’s POVI was huddled up by the head of the bed, with Leo standing by the door when suddenly, he froze. From what I had observed from my obnoxious and mean husband, Armani, he was afraid of no one. So, what could his friend, Leo, be fearful of?My scared eyes watched him as a hawk as he retrieved his hand from the silver door handle, still staring at the door like it had an answer embedded in it.The next thing that happened went by so fast that it was hard to take note of it. One minute, Leo was standing by the door, his handsome features backing me, and the next, he dashed into the closet, closing the door quietly against himself.I could see what he was running away from when the door was pushed open, and Armani stepped in, looking as menacing as ever. He had worn a jacket over the dark outfit he had on a few hours ago when he was torturing me in the basement.Intense fear overpowered me again as he strolled further into the room, his eyes on the window at the far end and on the
Leo’s POVThe bar was silent the minute Armani stepped out, leaving me to my thoughts. I knew the right thing to do was to down my tequila and head over to my mansion. I had a lot of papers waiting for me in my office, and my cousin, Greg, was throwing a party that needed me in attendance.But for some reason, I couldn’t leave Armani’s mansion.My mind kept going back to Lila, wondering how she was doing. I had almost broken the glass to shards with my hands when Armani mentioned that the Donald clan had planned to get through to him through Lila.It felt strange to me because usually, I barely paid attention to Armani and his ways. We made the best pair ever, and it had worked for me over the years. While he was excessive in torture, I preferred slow and steady planning. The effect was always more brutal. But that didn’t mean I didn’t condone it when Armani inflicted torture on people.Although I find it boring, I still watch him, enjoying the thrill and relief it brings to his face.
Armani’s POVIf Leo wasn’t my friend, his head would have been hanging on a stake right at this minute. No one dared to walk into the torture room, especially after I gave strict others to be left alone with my wife. When it came to torturing Lila, I basked in the feeling – one that her father handed to me on a platter.“Your business is in the rest of the mansion, apart from here, Leo,” I sternly muttered, half-expecting him to take the cue and get the fuck out of the basement. Instead, he came closer with a muscle jutting in his chin, like he was displeased at what I was doing.Leo had always been the one with the most human feelings, but that didn’t mean he was nice. While I tended to react on the spot, Leo brooded over it each time someone crossed him. He preferred to map out his plans slowly, punishing the offender when he least expected.We were polar opposites, yet we worked so well together.“Your business doubles as mine, brother,” he said, chuckling. Giving Lila a once over,
Lila’s POVIt wasn’t my first time getting locked up in the torture room, yet I couldn’t stop the shivers from erupting through my spine. Nobody could ever get used to getting beat up almost every day because their father couldn’t keep his greed in check. Fuck James Brown!I could hear the footsteps of his men parade in the torture room, and I was scared that they would drag me to the center of the room again. I felt a sharp pain through my wrist where Armani had pulled me as if reminding me that it could happen at any minute again. Against myself, I wondered if Bella was doing okay. I hadn’t heard from her since the last time I was at her house, and with Armani threatening to do something bad to her if I stepped one toe out of line again, I couldn’t help but wonder if he actually went through with his plans. The torture room was located in the basement of the mansion, so sunlight barely came down there, but at least the only thing I could hear was Alexa’s voice each time someone
Armani’s POVThe silence that reverberated around the room irked me to the core, and it took everything within me not to smash something against the intruder’s head. My men knew how much I hated silence when I asked a question, and this stranger was just getting on my nerves. “Did you lose your tongue on the way here?” I bellowed, glaring daggers at him. I enjoyed watching him cower in fright, his head almost touching the ground. Usually, I would ask him to be thrown into the torture room until he was in enough pain to force him to talk. But with everything that had happened today, I surprisingly still had adrenaline pumping through me, mixed with a little boredom.This fucker here could entertain me today, especially since Leo rudely interrupted my sweet time with Lila. Sitting on the white couch, I snapped a finger to the housekeeper hanging around, and a glass of iced scotch was in my hand in a minute. I put the glass against my lips, taking my precious time to down its content.
Armani’s POV“It wouldn't look too good for me to come out covered in your blood, now would it be darling?” I asked, with a smirk plastered on my face as I tightened my grip around her wrist.“Armani!” The same voice from earlier called out violently from behind me as I heard hurried footsteps coming from behind as well.I clenched my jaw as I let go of her, glaring at Lila in front of me, watching another figure approach us from the dark. For some reason, I could tell whoever it was happened to be someone familiar from the sound of their voice in the dark.“You have to chill out man!” The familiar voice scowled coming into the light, and just when he did I realized who it was standing right in front of me.Leo!!!…“What do you want?” I asked, my voice coming across colder than intended. Leo quickly had his eyes on her behind me, avoiding my menacing gaze and then he walked past me as he had her pulled back up to her feet dragging her onto the car.Caring motherfucking Leo.I loathed
Lila’s POV“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Armani’s voice cut through the throbbing ache in my head as I snapped back to reality, holding onto my reddened cheeks.“I…” I stuttered, but just as I did I felt another hand over my face.“Arghh!” I winced in pain with my face buried into the cold tiles of the club.“Get your filthy ass up right now!” Armani commanded. And without any objections, I sprung up to my feet and I stood in front of him with my eyes lowered to the floor unable to meet his eyes.“Move it,” He yelled, pulling me by the wrist, heading back to his car parked right outside the building.I trembled at the thought of having to hop into the car of a man who’d want me dead In the next couple of hours without any hesitation wishing I could have done something about the whole situation. Unfortunately, I couldn’t.As I followed suit from behind, I thought of ways to escape. Probably runoff, and that way I’d have a better chance of living free from Armani.“Where th
Armani’s POVThere I was, staring at the opened box in front of me, and just when I had my eyes raised, I realized they were all staring back at me.“Fucking hell,” I muttered in my head with my hands rolled into a fist, hating the fact that I was now on the verge of losing.I stared at the partially opened box with a pause, and my teeth clenched trying to figure out what on earth to say and do concerning the fact that I happened to be the one eliminated from a game I was meant to rule.I looked down at Leo to see his eyebrows raised in amusement as he stared back at me.“Anyone?” The host questioned with his arms wrapped against his chest and eyes glued on the other guests around as well.“Do we have a target?” He added.I took in deep breaths and then exhaled, staring at the host contemplating whether or not to ring the bell on my end but was left with no choice but to have it done.“Final Call,” He yelled.And just when he did, I had one hand up and the other tapping on the bell ri
Armani's POVMy breathing steadied as I laid my eyes on my target Leo, who was aligned perfectly within my sight at the table.“Headshot or heartshot?” Leo teased from his end of the table, with his fingers pointing directly to the side of his head and an evil smirk creased on his face as he stared back at me.He knew that was always my biggest dilemma during my missions as I’d always contemplate my options holding on to my rifles at all times.I waited for a few moments before I sighed and took my eyes off him, staring at the box in front of me accompanied by the sound of the locks of the other boxes of the men around the table as well.“A minute please!” Leo cut in immediately grinning at me with his arms stretched out as he perked up to his feet and now leaning on the table staring at me.“What the fuck are you up to Leo?” I muttered to myself, my fingers slowly rolling into a fist waiting on his next move.“Can I please have a word with the boss,” He said, with a smile creased on
I stare blankly at my window as the music lyrics pierce right through me.Emptiness is the only feeling inside of me.Home feels like a prison, one which you want to break through so bad.I can hear mom screaming from downstairs, followed by cries and pleas. She is probably begging dad for some sort of thing we both know he would not do.I have the strangest family ever.We feel no sense of responsibility whatsoever towards one another. We share no bond.The only time we ever sit together is for breakfast every morning and that is because it is an order from father, none of us dares to go against it.It is time for breakfast already, and I find myself feeling reluctant of joining my so-called family.There is no love; not like you can give what you do not have.We are just a result of our parent's past mistakes, which they despise.My father is the worst. He would do anything to get his hands on what he wanted, even if it means sacrificing any of us.His greed is the size of his ego, ...
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