Marco lay back on the bed, and I got up. I stroked his cock, sucking it again, before repositioning myself. We hadn't tried this position before because Marco usually had control."I want to sit on your cock..." I said, realizing my face might be beyond salvage at this point.I positioned myself, and as I lowered myself onto Marco's cock, I looked up. Grinding against it, I aimed to bring pleasure to both of us. Once I felt ready, I slowly took him in.The feeling was entirely different when I was on top. I had complete control of my movements.Marco held onto my hips and, despite being beneath me, he began to thrust. He passionately kissed my lips and gently bit them."If only you could see how erotic your expression is right now," he said while observing me closely. I continued to moan as I moved and rocked back and forth. "I want to capture this image of you in my memory, so I won't forget it. So I can remember it every time," he said before kissing me again.I moaned when Marco st
I have a scheduled session with Dr. Alessandra today. Our discussions cover various topics, even those that are not necessarily traumatic for me. Sometimes we delve into challenging moments in my life, while other times we focus on happier experiences. However, one topic we have yet to explore is my childhood.I provided her with some background information about my childhood. Like many others, I experienced a difficult period following my mother's death when my father caused me harm. This is the extent of what I have shared with Dr. Alessandra thus far. Prior to that, I hadn't revealed much because, to be honest..."You look incredible, Maddie. Your happiness is palpable, and your radiant smile is a testament to that. During our last conversation, you were stressed due to issues with your husband. I assume you have resolved those matters?""Absolutely!" I exclaimed joyfully. Our relationship has truly flourished, and I recently discovered that Marco feels the same way too. The though
Upon returning home, I went straight to our bedroom. Perhaps Marco noticed my silence, but he didn't disturb me. I needed this solitude because my mind was consumed by numerous thoughts.As I settled into bed, Marco pulled me close, comforting me with his presence. I clasped his hand, seeking reassurance in the darkness, desperate not to feel alone.Unable to bear the silence any longer, I mustered the courage to break it. "Marco, what was your conversation with Dr. Alessandra about earlier?" I inquired, my voice betraying my longing for answers.I could feel Marco's warm breath on the back of my neck as he responded, "Don't dwell on it. It wasn't anything significant-"Interrupting him, I shifted my body to face him directly in the dimly lit room. "Is it possible that my father's abuse didn't start after Mama's death? Could he have been hurting us even before she passed away? And what about Mama? Is it possible that my father caused her death, rather than an illness?”For quite some
I was taken aback by their final statement. Did my father really kill Mama? How could this be? I glanced at Marco, but he remained fixated on my father as the police escorted him away. But Mama passed away from an illness, right? Wasn't that the truth? Did it mean that my suspicions about my father were correct?The weight of this realization hit me, and I instinctively covered my mouth."What? I never killed Olivia! I would never hurt my wife!"I observed my father's resistance as the police guided him out of Marco's office. It was hard to comprehend as he vehemently denied any involvement in Mama's death."I am innocent! I did not cause Olivia's death! I am the one being wronged here! Why are you arresting me?" My father's words were directed at Marco. "Moretti, you're a heartless monster! You hold me captive without any evidence! Release me! I am innocent..."His plea was abruptly cut short as the office door shut.The room fell into silence, and I remained in a state of shock, eve
That evening, I conveyed the message from Papa to Marco. He reassured me, promising that he would ensure nothing unfortunate happened and that Papa wouldn't escape justice. He vowed to prevent Papa from getting away."You know, I used to pray for liberation from Papa's abuse. And now that he's imprisoned, I still struggle to find inner peace. It's as if, even though I know he can no longer harm me, his presence continues to haunt me." It's a part of my traumatic experience. If you have endured a lifetime of pain, I can't fathom the depth of it. Despite undergoing therapy, there are certain memories that are challenging to erase.Marco enveloped me in a tender embrace, our hands intertwining as he gently caressed my thumb. A smile formed on my face. It's still surreal to comprehend that he loves me. It all feels like an enchanting reverie."We each carry our own inner scars, Maddie. If you haven't experienced trauma, consider yourself fortunate. It's common for people to dismiss the st
The next morning, as I woke up, I realized Marco was no longer beside me. My instinct told me he had probably left for work. But there was a heaviness weighing on me, the residue of the conversation we had the previous night. I was grateful that he had opened up to me, allowing me a glimpse into the painful memories he carried. However, it also saddened me deeply to think that such a tragic event had shaped his childhood.To imagine a young child, barely ten years old, compelled to witness the murder of his own grandparents - it was beyond comprehension. The sheer brutality and trauma inflicted upon him remains unimaginable.Despite our different upbringings, the experience of watching loved ones perish right before your eyes, especially when they sacrificed themselves to protect you, leaves a profound scar. I wish I could have conveyed to Marco that he bears no blame for what occurred. But the truth is, no matter how many reassurances I offer, he continues to shoulder the burden of g
I WAS OVERCOME with sadness upon hearing the news. The question, "When are you leaving?" weighed heavily on my emotions. Lucille and Renzo had become close to me, and now I was faced with the sudden news that Renzo would depart. I couldn't help but inquire further, asking, "And for how long?"Renzo reassured me, saying, "I'll still come back as your guard, Ma'am. I just don't know how long this assignment will take."The uncertainty of his return lingered in my mind. I expressed my genuine disappointment, replying, "Oh, that's quite unfortunate, Renzo."As I leaned back in my office chair, a wave of sadness washed over me. I looked at Renzo with a sorrowful expression, and he responded with a restrained smile, saying, "Take care, Ma'am Maddie. Until we meet again."And so, that's how it unfolded. Now, Carter and Finley are my new guards, but I find myself disliking them. My disappointment stems not only from knowing how much Marco trusted Renzo, but also from finding the replacements
My head throbbed as I gradually regained consciousness, my senses awakening in tandem. To my dismay, I found myself bound to a chair, my hands tightly restrained behind my back. Though my feet were free, I pondered why they hadn't tied them as well. Above me, a glaring light illuminated the room, reminiscent of those interrogation scenes from dramatic soap operas.Without missing a beat, I discreetly pulled out a small cutter nestled up my sleeves, a tool I always kept at the ready for situations just like this. Its inconspicuous nature allowed me to bypass metal detectors effortlessly, and its concealment was equally effortless.Just as I began attempting to sever the ropes binding my hands, the door abruptly swung open, interrupting my covert endeavor. My focus shifted to a man who stood before me, his face partially obscured. I furrowed my brows at him, my expression betraying no hint of the escape plan I was secretly concocting."Hello, Mrs. Moretti," he greeted me, his words ring
I could sense the unrest within me, a constant unease that refused to subside. My mind ran wild with thoughts of the missing ones, their absence gnawing at my soul. I longed for a break, a moment of respite, but time slipped through my fingers, as if mocking my desire for calm.In that turbulent state, Vittoria took charge, guiding me gently to sit. Her firm yet soothing touch caressed my back, attempting to bring solace to my weary spirit. Yet, beneath her reassuring words, I sensed the hollowness of promises unfulfilled. Deep down, I knew that true peace would elude me until my sister and Renzo were safely by my side.Time blurred, each passing moment a mystery as reports and updates were limited to Dad alone. The rest of the Moretti family and their associates remained scattered across distant lands. Only Stefano, Dad, and Vittoria were present, while Gabriele, burdened with his laboratory duties, stood confined inside.The door swung open with a sudden force, grabbing my attention
Violet abruptly broke away from my grasp, She quickly stood up and ran the other direction. Her eyes showed an unbreakable determination, which caused the chase to pause for a moment, seizing the attention of those chasing us. The moment I realised her success, I also quickly went the other way.Tears coursed down my cheeks, my heart wrenching with worry for my sister's safety. I prayed fervently that she would remain safe until I could find help.Exhausted beyond measure, I refused to stop my desperate flight. Numbness consumed my legs from the relentless pace. Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the uneven ground beneath me.I stumbled and cascaded downhill, agony searing through my body, but I mustered the strength to rise. My eyes widened in profound realization—the realization that I had fallen onto a desolate road.I swiftly rose to my feet, determined to keep running. With every step, I prayed to the universe to grant me a sight of a passing car and a compassionate soul to
The security cameras in this place paled in comparison to the extensive surveillance at the Moretti's. Thanks to Marty, I knew exactly where the blind spots were, which turned out to be invaluable now.As I listened to one of the guards speaking, their voice laced with suspicion, it became evident that something had caught their attention in the adjacent room. The number of people present remained a mystery, clouding the situation further.Our path grew darker as we proceeded. Taking a momentary shelter, we huddled together, seeking solace in each other's presence while contemplating our next moves."Sis, what now? We're lost," Violet voiced her vagueness.Unable to provide an immediate answer, I echoed her confusion. The labyrinthine layout of this place made navigation a formidable challenge."Let's stick with the plan, Violet. Evading capture is our main priority. We'll uncover a way out in due course," I said, exhaling deeply while clasping my sister's hand tightly. The grip on my
"Sis," Violet whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "The new driver, he's one of them. He deceived us all, infiltrating our home and studying our every move. This was all part of their carefully orchestrated plan. They were aware of Marco's imminent departure and the Moretti family's gathering, ensuring your guards would be occupied elsewhere. They had all the information, which is why they struck today."Violet looked at me, concern etched on her face. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes, but I tried to reassure her with a smile. While Ronan seemed knowledgeable about the Moretti family, he couldn't possibly comprehend the full extent of my capabilities. He never suspected that I had a plan to escape from this predicament, using my wits and resourcefulness to secure our freedom.As the details of my plan unfold, Violet's apprehension gradually transformed into trust. Though the odds were stacked against us, with risks looming at every turn, I remained determined. I would stop at
"I am Ronan Lombardi, the last remaining heir of the Lombardi family—the one your husband annihilated. I am also the inheritor of the organization where your mother dedicated her life, and where you reluctantly pledged your service." He stooped down to my eye level, caressing my hair and coercing me to meet his gaze. "Maddie, your loyalty should rightfully belong to me, not your husband. I am the master, and your mother entrusted your life to our cause."My teeth clenched, confirming my instincts. Despite Marco's claims of wiping out the entire Lombardi clan, there was indeed one survivor—the heir, Ronan.Tightening my fist, I regretted not voicing my doubts to Marco that fateful night. Maybe, if I had, he would have taken precautions to ensure the annihilation of every last Lombardi, leaving no room for survivors.My thoughts came to a halt as Ronan slowly raised his hand towards the mask covering half of his face. He gently caressed it for a moment before slowly removing it.My eyes
As I searched for my staff, urgency tinged my every move. Failing to locate them promptly, I snatched the car keys, taking matters into my own hands. One of Marco's cars became my vehicle of choice.Observing my hurried driving, the house guard swiftly swung open the gate, his face a picture of astonishment. Yet, I brushed it off, too preoccupied for notice.With haste, I raced toward our residence, my heart pounding in sync with my accelerating car. Parking carelessly, I sprang out, eager to enter our house.The gate stood ajar, and an eerie calmness blanketed the surroundings. Ignoring any sense of sign, I swiftly crossed the threshold, ready to face whatever awaited me.The surroundings were dark, and there were no lights on. I called for helpers, but no one answered."Violet?" I called for my younger sister.I called her name several times until I heard Violet's voice."S-Sis, we're in the kitchen."Her voice was weak, and it was clear she was crying. I immediately went there, rea
Lucille had been discharged from the hospital, but her recovery demanded more rest. Both Marco and I eagerly wished for Lucille's complete recovery before she went back from her duties, so I shared his sentiments. It was important to ensure her well-being.Now, I found myself at the mall, fulfilling shopping obligations. Though I could have easily given these errands to the housemaids, I took the opportunity to tackle them myself, especially tasks of this nature. Shopping gives me the peace that I need right now."Renzo," I called out, asking for his help. Marco wasn't by my side, as he was abroad attending to Marcello and engaging in business endeavors. Rumors circulated that they were forging an alliance with the Grimaldi family from the Sicilian Mafia, and I trusted they were negotiating diligently.I've gained a deep understanding of their organizational dynamics. Marco emphasized the strategic advantage of forging alliances with different countries. Although I'm aware of their al
In recent days, I bore witness to my sister's endless pursuit of Renzo, and it was a spectacle that left me suspicious. Often, I would simply shake my head, unable to understand her behavior, and there were moments when I wished I could just close my eyes and spare myself the embarrassment of watching it unfold. Have you ever experienced secondhand embarrassment? It's that weird sensation where you feel the humiliation of someone else's actions, even though you were not the one responsible. That's precisely what I felt whenever Violet engaged in her attention-seeking antics in Renzo's presence.On one particular day, as I returned home from work, I found Violet slumped on the sofa, her face filled with dejection. She had been persistently pestering Renzo earlier, but now she seemed utterly defeated. Concern washed over me, and I swiftly took a seat beside her.Regardless of her misguided actions, I couldn't bear to witness Violet in such despair. It was as if her sadness reached beyon
Once Renzo had left, leaving just the two of us, I couldn't resist playfully pinching my sister's side. Her gaze, once filled with longing for Renzo, was now directed at me."Ouch, Sis! That actually hurt!" she protested, rubbing her side.Deep down, I knew there was more to Violet's visit than just my company."What's the real reason you're here, Violet? I have a feeling it's not solely about me."Sniffling, she glanced around nervously before tugging me towards the living room where we settled onto the sofa."Sis, it's about Renzo..." Her voice trailed off.I closed my eyes briefly, already understanding what her gaze had meant earlier.I offered her an empathetic smile. "Do you think he might have a girlfriend? And even if he doesn't, the age gap between you two is quite significant. Don't get your hopes up, Violet. Renzo is even older than me. He and Marco are practically the same age, just a few years apart.""Age is irrelevant, Sis!" She playfully nudged me. "Come on, lend me a