I have no qualms about my character; I have always been an outlaw.But there are some days when I have some clarity and I realize that whatever I am about to do is wrong on so many fucking levels, but I still end up fucking doing it and have no fucking regrets.Today was one of those days as I saw Natalya Martinez running freely in my vast garden, enjoying the sunshine on her skin, laughing uncontrollably as my vicious hounds ran with her.My hounds were trained to kill, they could rip off a man's jaw with a single strike of their paw but somehow this girl has turned them into little puppies.Her dark long hair was flowing behind her and she wore a pink dress that hugged her every curve. It was a really tight fucking dress, Sabrina is a fucking bitch for that.There was something so fucking forbidden about her. As if I touched her, it would be fucking over for me.She was eighteen, too damn innocent and pure for me. She has never been with a man, never been touched, never had a cock i
The Costellos were a bunch of psychopaths and when we all came together, two or more deaths were inevitable. Violence ran through our veins faster than our blood even our women were not to be trifled with.Scott is not a Costello, that is why he was not here.There had been a tradition in our family that the underboss would also be a Costello always, but I didn't trust any of my fucked up cousins enough to name them my underboss.Scott had been my most trusted friend and advisor after he single-handedly saved my life when we were thirteen. He was the son of our gardener, his family pledged fealty to the Costellos long ago but Scott's father had other plans.Someone sow the seed of power in his little mind and made him believe that he could start his own family and make a name in the crime world by murdering the only son of Luciano Costello.Scott put a bullet through his father's head before he could kill me. No one had seen it coming except for him, and from that day on, I trusted hi
It was nine o'clock in the morning, I had brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in a blue dress. I descended the stairs to go to the kitchen. Alessandro's cooks were busy preparing breakfast probably for Scott.A shot of frustration ran through me, he will be staying here as long as Alessandro is in England.He spent the entire day with me yesterday, and I came to the conclusion that I do not like him. He is annoying and he constantly belittles me for the things that I do not know.I sighed and wandered into the kitchen. "Hey, everyone" I smiled.They all stilled like I have told them that someone had died. And then without replying to me or acknowledging me they went back to work. Then the head cook turned to me and smiled politely."What would you like to have for breakfast?""Um, do you have Cheerios?"They all gave each other another look, the same look they gave each other when I asked for a bag of potato chips."I'll send someone to get it"I nodded and went to the living r
The next thing I knew Scott hovered over me and look directly into my eyes. His weight pressed me into the couch. "You know I'm beginning to suspect if you are as innocent as you claim to be""Wh-what do you mean?" I asked as I turned my face to the side not looking him in the eyes.Then I felt something, it was his warm, rough hand skimming under my dress and working its way up the inside of my thighs. I closed my legs tightly as I felt his fingers kneading the skin on the inside of my thigh.I whimpered and struggled underneath him, whatever he was doing. It was wrong, so very wrong.He leaned in, and in... unless his nose was touching my cheek. He laughed against my skin and I closed my eyes, I don't know if I was afraid or having a heart attack or I was about to die but this all made me want to cry."You're gonna get me killed, you fucking temptation"And then the weight lifted off of me and bright lights fell on my eyelids again. I opened them and saw Scott standing by the couch,
I pushed the blade further into his skin as blood poured out. He screamed, he fucking screamed in agony and fucking hell, it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.Other than that little fucking whimper of hers.I hate it, I fucking hate babysitting her. Do I fucking look like a man that would babysit an nineteen year-old girl? She was not a fucking child. She was a fucking woman.You could only find tits and ass like that on a fucking woman.It took a lot of self-restraint to not fuck her on that fucking couch. To tell her what the fuck sex is. Fucking demonstrates that shit for her. I fucking wanted to wreck the purity that surrounded her all the fucking time.She has a face of an angel and the body of a devil. If she wasn't Alessandro's I would have taken her for myself. Shit! I should have taken her when I first saw her standing watching her father's dead body being lowered in the grave. That shit was arousing as hell.My attention snapped back to the man that has just bl
She got off the bed and I pushed her back over it. "Fucking sleep, you are too out of control""I need to change!"In a swift motion, she took off her fucking blue dress right in front of me. I froze in my spot, she had a body of a fucking goddess. I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her and fuck her till she can't fuck walk the next day.She was wearing blue bra and panties. The color perfectly contrasted with her porcelain skin. She was fucking drunk out of her mind and almost damn naked.My self-restraint was hanging by a fucking thread now. I better get a fucking raise by Alessandro for tolerating this shit.She got up and swayed to the bathroom. I instinctively followed that beautiful taut ass to the bathroom and watched as she turned the shower on and stood under it, her undergarments still on.My dick began to harden at the sight of her showering in her undergarments. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the nearby wall, restraining myself from touching her.Th
My head...I woke up with a monster headache, I don't know what happened last night or why I was feeling this way. My eyelids had a ton of weight on them making it difficult for me to even open my eyes.I yawned and stretched my body. My lips were chapped, and my mouth had dried up. I groaned with the blinding headache before retreating under the covers.Why was the room so bright? Didn't I draw the curtains last night? I don't remember... I don't even remember how I got to my room and my bed."Natalya..." a deep voice resounded throughout my room.Someone said my name with such venom that I flinched in my sleep. It wasn't Scott, I knew that much. I prayed that it wasn't Alessandro. Please, don't be Alessandro. I don't think I can talk to him with so much weight over my head.Pushing aside everything I was feeling, I forced a droopy eyelid open.I propped up on my elbows and leaned my head against the soft headboard. I opened both of my eyes with such difficulty that it was so painful
I shook my head at his words immediately. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my stomach churned. I wanted to throw up. He tugged my head backward outstretching my neck. "No, Alessandro, please, I won't drink, I promise, please"A dark ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I couldn't believe how all this was amusing to him. "But as it was your first time, I'll let it slide, Natalya"A breath of relief escaped from my lips. "Thank you..."His eyes raked all over my face. "Next time, I won't be so tolerant with you. Do you understand?"I inhaled sharply and nodded."Words, Natalya!""Yes... I understand"Slowly, his grip on my hair loosened and then he let me go. He stepped back and put both of his hands in his pockets again. He walked backward until his back was against the wall."Freshen up"He just stood there and watched me as I got up from my bed, tugging my t-shirt down. His eyes slowly raked all over my body, I was completely aware of his scrutinizing gaze that burned in
I unwrapped it and saw a cell phone printed over the box. Alessandro brought me a phone. I grinned as I excitedly opened the box and took out the cell phone."It's a phone!" I squealed.I never had a phone, my parents had them but I wasn't allowed, dad sometimes let me play games on it but that was just it.Alessandro gave me a slight smile like he found my reaction funny or stupid but I was too happy to care. He stood up and I took a step back."Come on, I'm taking you to college."Suddenly words had abandoned me, I watched him stunned. I had a cellphone and now he was taking me to college.Where has this man been my entire life?I couldn't help the scream that left my lips with excitement, I threw myself in Alessandro’s arms. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck as if my life depended on it.At first, he didn't hug me back, disappointment filled my chest, as I thought that I crossed a line. Biting my lower lip, I began to pull away but then I felt his large, warm hand on my low
I didn't step out of my room yesterday, I stayed inside even though I was extremely hungry but still I didn't step outside of this bedroom door. There were no locks or bolts over it but the fear that has been engraved in my mind was too raw. I couldn't shake it off, even if I tried.It was still early in the morning, and Alexander or Scott hadn't come to my room. I brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in clean clothes. My stomach growled with hunger but I wrapped my arms around it, suppressing the sounds.The door opened slightly and I got off my bed in a flash, my eyes tearing up again. I needed a list of rules, I needed to know what I can or can not do. Alessandro can't just expect me to know the rules of his house. He needs to tell me first, he needs to explain them to me.If he had told me not to get out of my room, I would have never done it. I wasn't a brat, I would have listened to him.I dropped my gaze to my feet, I didn't care if it angers him that I didn't look him in
I shook my head at his words immediately. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my stomach churned. I wanted to throw up. He tugged my head backward outstretching my neck. "No, Alessandro, please, I won't drink, I promise, please"A dark ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I couldn't believe how all this was amusing to him. "But as it was your first time, I'll let it slide, Natalya"A breath of relief escaped from my lips. "Thank you..."His eyes raked all over my face. "Next time, I won't be so tolerant with you. Do you understand?"I inhaled sharply and nodded."Words, Natalya!""Yes... I understand"Slowly, his grip on my hair loosened and then he let me go. He stepped back and put both of his hands in his pockets again. He walked backward until his back was against the wall."Freshen up"He just stood there and watched me as I got up from my bed, tugging my t-shirt down. His eyes slowly raked all over my body, I was completely aware of his scrutinizing gaze that burned in
My head...I woke up with a monster headache, I don't know what happened last night or why I was feeling this way. My eyelids had a ton of weight on them making it difficult for me to even open my eyes.I yawned and stretched my body. My lips were chapped, and my mouth had dried up. I groaned with the blinding headache before retreating under the covers.Why was the room so bright? Didn't I draw the curtains last night? I don't remember... I don't even remember how I got to my room and my bed."Natalya..." a deep voice resounded throughout my room.Someone said my name with such venom that I flinched in my sleep. It wasn't Scott, I knew that much. I prayed that it wasn't Alessandro. Please, don't be Alessandro. I don't think I can talk to him with so much weight over my head.Pushing aside everything I was feeling, I forced a droopy eyelid open.I propped up on my elbows and leaned my head against the soft headboard. I opened both of my eyes with such difficulty that it was so painful
She got off the bed and I pushed her back over it. "Fucking sleep, you are too out of control""I need to change!"In a swift motion, she took off her fucking blue dress right in front of me. I froze in my spot, she had a body of a fucking goddess. I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her and fuck her till she can't fuck walk the next day.She was wearing blue bra and panties. The color perfectly contrasted with her porcelain skin. She was fucking drunk out of her mind and almost damn naked.My self-restraint was hanging by a fucking thread now. I better get a fucking raise by Alessandro for tolerating this shit.She got up and swayed to the bathroom. I instinctively followed that beautiful taut ass to the bathroom and watched as she turned the shower on and stood under it, her undergarments still on.My dick began to harden at the sight of her showering in her undergarments. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the nearby wall, restraining myself from touching her.Th
I pushed the blade further into his skin as blood poured out. He screamed, he fucking screamed in agony and fucking hell, it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.Other than that little fucking whimper of hers.I hate it, I fucking hate babysitting her. Do I fucking look like a man that would babysit an nineteen year-old girl? She was not a fucking child. She was a fucking woman.You could only find tits and ass like that on a fucking woman.It took a lot of self-restraint to not fuck her on that fucking couch. To tell her what the fuck sex is. Fucking demonstrates that shit for her. I fucking wanted to wreck the purity that surrounded her all the fucking time.She has a face of an angel and the body of a devil. If she wasn't Alessandro's I would have taken her for myself. Shit! I should have taken her when I first saw her standing watching her father's dead body being lowered in the grave. That shit was arousing as hell.My attention snapped back to the man that has just bl
The next thing I knew Scott hovered over me and look directly into my eyes. His weight pressed me into the couch. "You know I'm beginning to suspect if you are as innocent as you claim to be""Wh-what do you mean?" I asked as I turned my face to the side not looking him in the eyes.Then I felt something, it was his warm, rough hand skimming under my dress and working its way up the inside of my thighs. I closed my legs tightly as I felt his fingers kneading the skin on the inside of my thigh.I whimpered and struggled underneath him, whatever he was doing. It was wrong, so very wrong.He leaned in, and in... unless his nose was touching my cheek. He laughed against my skin and I closed my eyes, I don't know if I was afraid or having a heart attack or I was about to die but this all made me want to cry."You're gonna get me killed, you fucking temptation"And then the weight lifted off of me and bright lights fell on my eyelids again. I opened them and saw Scott standing by the couch,
It was nine o'clock in the morning, I had brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in a blue dress. I descended the stairs to go to the kitchen. Alessandro's cooks were busy preparing breakfast probably for Scott.A shot of frustration ran through me, he will be staying here as long as Alessandro is in England.He spent the entire day with me yesterday, and I came to the conclusion that I do not like him. He is annoying and he constantly belittles me for the things that I do not know.I sighed and wandered into the kitchen. "Hey, everyone" I smiled.They all stilled like I have told them that someone had died. And then without replying to me or acknowledging me they went back to work. Then the head cook turned to me and smiled politely."What would you like to have for breakfast?""Um, do you have Cheerios?"They all gave each other another look, the same look they gave each other when I asked for a bag of potato chips."I'll send someone to get it"I nodded and went to the living r
The Costellos were a bunch of psychopaths and when we all came together, two or more deaths were inevitable. Violence ran through our veins faster than our blood even our women were not to be trifled with.Scott is not a Costello, that is why he was not here.There had been a tradition in our family that the underboss would also be a Costello always, but I didn't trust any of my fucked up cousins enough to name them my underboss.Scott had been my most trusted friend and advisor after he single-handedly saved my life when we were thirteen. He was the son of our gardener, his family pledged fealty to the Costellos long ago but Scott's father had other plans.Someone sow the seed of power in his little mind and made him believe that he could start his own family and make a name in the crime world by murdering the only son of Luciano Costello.Scott put a bullet through his father's head before he could kill me. No one had seen it coming except for him, and from that day on, I trusted hi