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She didn't see him rest of the week. Traumatized, as she was, she had exactly understood her value in frantino mansion. She was probably to be treated worse than his whore. She should have found her situation suffocating and yet she didn't. She hadn't expected a lot from him even before knowing who he was. She had always imagined her husband emotionally distant, unavailable, selfish and if nothing else atleast cruel. He had been successful in planting terror to her bones. Even after being busy the whole week, a simple fifteen minute task of hard spanking had put her in place. He didn't feel any wrongness in punishing her, for all the perks she had manipulatedly earned from him, she could take his ways of punishments to the least. She had it coming anyways. Her ignorance towards him had gotten on his nerves. She should be thankful for not getting Shot in between her eyes.But she had understood her say faster than he had expected from someone as strong willed as her. She hadn't trie
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She had accepted kitchen as her other room. Kitchen would easily eat half of her day. Today had been particularly a warm day. After a week of that terrifying morning she had finally come in terms with living her day without constanly biting on the way he had punished her like a child. Her ass had taken its sweet time in reminding her of just how humiliation she had suffered. It took loads of tubes of soothing gel to fade his handprints off her. Her job particularly had helped. When she worked, atleast for the time being she'd forget where she was. And when even that didn't help,with all its flavors and scrumptiousness food would come to the rescue. Cooking was a whole lot of inclusive task she preferred to get her head together. Spending all her day either in front of screen or cutlery had come to an aid and not that time didn't. Time had definitely passed somewhat just the way she wished, without him. It fastened her healing both physically and mentally. She had forced herself to mov
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And he had. He had done just as she instructed. He'd have danced on her fingertips if she demanded. He went slow when she asked, he went wild when she wished. He rocked her world and she complied, to her needs, to her body, to herself. It hadn't been difficult, precisely the opposite. Except for a voice in her head that kept telling she was wrong, she followed her body's instincts blocking everything else her mind's logical part screamed. When he carried her out the kitchen he had already won her. She went on with whatever happened, and moaned when her nerves tingled. She knew this wasn't her, this was never the plan, but she had allowed herself to get lose, to live through her sex life like a normal woman, just this once. By the time he was done with her, night had befallen, engulfing them in the dark. He didn't mind turning the lights on when he had learnt all the places of her body so well. He watched as she heavily breathed underneath him, drenched in the mix of their sweat, look
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The first thing Tara woke up to was pain. She was surprised her body even allowed her the privilege of sleep. She was convinced the constant stinging won't stop all night nor would it get better. Her feminine parts throbbed violenly at the remembrance of last night. An eyeful tear quickly trickled down her eyes even before she opened it. Slowly when her eyelids opened , she was greeted with the beast of her nightmares . He eloquently sat at the corner club chair. His intertwined legs rested on the table in front as his eyes sincerely watched tabloid in his hands. Another tear trickled through the creek of her nose leaving the enmity on its wake. Her fist tightened around itself to contain the scream that scratched her insides. His simple act of sitting back and relaxing said so much for how much he cared after using her body like a rag doll. Infuriation was an insultingly small word. She reminded herself to not expect anything of him for she knew he didn't owe her anything. If anyon
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Her hand shook as she picked up the phone. Letting it touch her ear she listened to the silence on the other side. It reminded her of the time he had first called her. That whole night replayed in her head. She only wished that tonight wont be the repeat telecast of the horrible memories she had so carefully buried inside the darkest part of her mind. Her lower region painfully throbbed at the reminiscence. He breathed through, not seeming in a hurry to talk, as if the phone calls weren't invented to communicate in the first place. If he wanted to use this call to inject terror in her blood without his presence, he was successful in seconds. Like a poison that took long time to leave the body his terror stayed, not letting her heart beat slow down for a second. "What are you doing?" He asked from somewhere far beyond. His thick Italian accent reverberated with a tang of sleepiness. It was the first time he ever sounded sleepy. As much as she strained, imagining him tired was difficul
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Italy was like a painting. Every scene even through the frame of a tinted window could easily be sold as a million worth portrait. As the limo took its turns through the italy's some of the most prestigious roads, Tara had an opportunity to witness the history of its ancestors. The stellar churches and tombs, humongous mansions and divine buildings. She had only read of these places in the random history books. She momentarily felt grateful for her eyes. She knew Italy was beautiful but to witness it with her own eyes was an experience worth living so far was. She decided if she ever managed to survive the life she was put through, at least once she would wonder around this country, enter the churches she was now only seeing from outside, feel the history happening through the narrow roads. The forty five minute ride through the most comfortable car in the world, she savored the liberty of looking out the window. As much as her husband's cousin tried to make her uncomfortable, she sim
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It was a fairly short flight and yet Donavan had a lot of things to do. At the moment, he had decided to focus all in on his wife's activity. He wasn't stupid to let her use an unsecured device and shares files without any super tech monitoring. Before she even entered frantino mansion her belongings were undertaken thoroughly for detailed filtration. Her phone, her bags and her laptop was checked for viruses, and potential threats. Her baggage was plain, nothing out of order or suspicious. However being a part of mafia, no one could relax back for a second. Donavan's technical team had direct remote access of her devices. They utilized extensively modern techniques and softwares to detect any gave and take of secretive codes and leakage of sensitive data. Everything that she sent and received, especially during her job adventure was analyzed for breach of information that could be threat to the familiglia, all the while she remained utterly uninformed about how her privacy was metho
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Steel spoons and glass dishes cranked in the Italian murmurs. Servants ushered quietly around the dining, filling the already flowing plates with scrumptious dishes. Apart from sloshing of colored liquid in red wine glasses, suppressed chuckles of gossiping women and, sincere discussion among men, nothing seemed important in the room. Tara couldn't help but not care. Not that she still didn't understand Italian, she didn't want to. It was way better to not know things. The language barrier certainly was a blessing. She was never expected to take part in conversations. She couldn't be more glad for being excluded from their family chit chats. But as much as she wanted to, Donavan didn't leave her alone.Ever since their arrival, Donavan had not been hesitant about carrying his wife. His hand had barely left her small waist, carrying her everywhere like a protective gentleman. It tingled when his hand tightened around her waist and she found it strange, strange how he wanted to show her
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