ACCALIA'S POVHe spread my legs wide open, and then proceeded to spread my labia apart and positioned himself between them. His face darkened as he watched his erect penis glistening with precum. I could see his pupils dilate as he stared down at my sex.He ran his hand through my wet pussy until his fingertips brushed against my clit making me gasp loudly."Oh god!" I cried, grabbing a fistful of sheets with my free hand, I squeezed them tightly.Suddenly his lips parted, and his tongue swiped against my clit. He sucked me, flicking his tongue against my entrance, sending waves of pleasurable sensations throughout my body.I moaned and bucked my hips up."God, you taste delicious..." He moaned slowly."More. Please." I begged. "Please." He paused for a few moments to allow the sensations to subside slightly before continuing to flick his tongue along the length of my clit. I groaned and pushed down hard against the mattress wanting him to get faster and harder, needing him to drive
DON'S POVI listened to her pleading, begging for more, but I was y going to give in. Not yet. This was about control, it was about asserting my dominance."Not yet, Pumpkin. Not yet. We'll finish this later," I told her, and I enjoyed watching the confusion spread across her face. She was so easy to read, so innocently and predictably needy."What do you mean?" she asked, in obvious frustration. I couldn't help but chuckle at her sweet impatience. "Pumpkin, relax," I said as I gave her breasts a squeeze for good measure before walking away. This was punishment, after all and I intended to draw it out and make her understand that I, Don Donato was not one to be messed with.I could see her face turning red with realization. It was almost too easy to play with her emotions like this. "And to think you were begging me not to touch you just a few minutes ago?" I smirked, throwing a shirt at her. The shock on her face was so evident and it amused me."You bastard!" she cursed at me, but h
DON'S POVI walked out of the room, my heart was heavy but my resolve was also firm. The game had begun and I was determined to win, no matter the cost.As I walked through the quiet house, my mind began to plot. I knew exactly how I would use her to bring down the Russios, a family I despised with every fiber of my being.Each step I took it felt like it was fueled by hatred for the Russio family, a deep-seated loathing that had grown for years, waiting for the right time to be hatched. I remembered how they had wronged me, how they had taken the most precious thing away from me. And here I was, with the perfect tool for revenge sleeping peacefully on my bed.I knew I had to act carefully. I could not let my emotions, especially this unfamiliar softness towards her, cloud my judgment. I needed to be cold, calculating. I would make her trust me, rely on me, and then when she was completely under my spell, I would strike. I would use her as a pawn to infiltrate the Russio empire, to ga
DON'S POV"Hi..." She spoke hesitantly.The awkwardness and tension between the both of us hung thickly in the air, creating this uncomfortable atmosphere. "Good Morning, Mr Don," she said pleasantly, nodding respectfully.I nodded in acknowledgement."How are you this morning?" she asked politely."Fine, thank you," I replied curtly."Very good," she replied, nodding once more. There was a little silence before she spoke up again, "Good morning Butler Roy, Hey Enzo." "Good morning young miss, how was your night?" Enzo asked with that same naughty glint in his eyes.I watched Accalia turn as red as a lobster on hearing the question, but she tried her best to mask it."Err...it was ok, not too bad." She replied nervously, avoiding eye contact."Did you manage to sleep well?" Enzo asked curiously, giving her a look as he glanced at her briefly.She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Yeah, very well. I slept better than usual.""What's your plan for today?" Enzo asked."uh... I am gett
ACCALIA'S POVWearing only his blue shirt, I timidly stepped out of the room, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Despite trying to appear casual, my nerves betrayed me the moment our eyes met. "Oh...hey there," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The sudden tension in my shoulders was involuntary, a physical reaction to the flood of emotions I couldn't control. My lips pressed together, struggling to keep my composure.Taking a deep, shaky breath, I mustered a weak smile, an attempt to mask the turmoil churning inside me. "Hi..." I managed to say, my voice laced with hesitation.The atmosphere was suffocating, filled with an awkwardness that seemed to amplify my insecurities. "Good Morning, Mr. Don," I said, forcing a note of pleasantness into my voice while nodding with a respect that felt more like a defense mechanism.His nod in response felt distant, formal. "How are you this morning?" I asked, clinging to politeness as a lifeline."Fine, thank you," his curt reply did litt
ACCALIA'S POVI forced a smile, trying to sound casual. "Sorry, I said...um, do you want some toast?" My cheeks burned with embarrassment at how awkward I sounded.He seemed distracted but agreed. "Oh... yeah sure."I handed him two slices of bread, my hands trembling slightly. I placed them on the tray beside his plate, along with an apple and a bottle of water. "Here," I said, my voice barely audible as I handed him a napkin."Thanks," he murmured, and I watched him tuck the napkin beneath his chin. I felt a pang of relief that he was eating, but it was short-lived.Gathering my courage, I tried to speak again. "Um... Don..." My voice trailed off as I shifted in my seat, my anxiety making me feel like I was on the verge of tears."What?" Don snapped, his irritation clear. "Can't a guy just enjoy his breakfast? Can't you guys just leave me alone already?" His glare towards Enzo, who just sat down, made me flinch.Enzo shrugged apologetically, but my focus was on Don. I was scared to
ACCALIA'S POVClarisse has always been unfriendly towards me. I have never really understood why Father chose to marry her in the first place. When we were living together, she felt no qualms about treating me like an annoying brat. I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth in annoyance. "Well, goodbye," I muttered before slamming my phone shut.I stood motionless for a while, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My lips trembled slightly as tears formed in my eyes. I sniffled and quickly wiped my eyes dry, refusing to allow myself to cry. There was nothing I could do now anyway. I knew that I couldn't force myself to accept everything that had happened. I knew it was wrong even though it wasn't my fault. But still I couldn't seem to shake off the pain. I couldn't help but feel as if someone had stabbed me repeatedly in the heart. It was a painful feeling, and I was afraid that I was unable to escape it. It would take me a long time to heal from the pain that had ripped my life apa
DON'S POV"She's here." I caught sight of her just as she entered, her presence sending a familiar jolt through me. I couldn't stop myself from announcing my presence because I was hoping to see that flash of surprise on her face that I so much enjoyed seeing."You're here." My voice might have startled her, but she masked it well."Yes." Her reply was simple, but it carried a weight that filled the space between us."Let's be done and over with this wedding stuff," I declared, trying to sound indifferent as I moved towards the line. Marriage was a formality, a necessity, but the way she dealt with it, always so direct, intrigued me."What does that even mean?" I heard her mutter, her confusion amusing me as I led the way, a smirk playing on my lips at the thought of her trying to decipher my words.As we approached the front, bypassing the crowd with an ease born of recognition, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The city hall staff knew better than to make us wait. They ushe