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The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito
Last Updated : 2024-12-12
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ARIA: I'm paying for the sins of my father. An arranged marriage to the Mad Prince for the life of my father, the Mayor. Sometimes it amuses him to give me pleasure so intense I think I’ll die. He said I'm his property, to do as he pleases and he's the only one allowed to hurt me in a good way. So, he'll keep me locked up until the last day of my life. Luckily, help finally came but even help could not save me from Pietro Eppolito. PIETRO: I’ve been tagged a lot of things; Beast, Reaper, Killer, Monster, Psychopath, Murderer, Mad Prince, and several others. Sadly, the mayor’s daughter decides to make me a person of interest in her little journal. Now she’s on my radar and all I want to do is ruin her. Maybe that’s the only way I would spare her father, who happens to be my next prey.
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The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 21. All Mine Now
Even with my pleas, Aria remained stubborn. Her ass was now completely red, a beautiful painting of painful welts. I caressed them gently with my thumb and she hissed in pain. “You know what I want. Say it or I’ll keep going.”Fresh tears deposited at the corner of her eye and rushed down her cheeks. I scooped them up with a finger and suck them into my mouth, not willing to waste even one drop. I lifted the belt. “I won’t...” Aria started.I stopped instantly. My hand remained frozen by her barely audible interruption. And I waited. Three seconds... Six... Eight. Twelve. The belt connected with the top of her thighs this time. She jolted and screamed, falling limply back against the bed. “I won’t run away from you again,” she finally whispered. Tired, in pain, traumatized. Victory erupted in my veins. I tossed the belt to the side of the bed and released her wrists, flipping her over in my arms. She cried out when her welted ass came into contact with my
Last Updated : 2024-12-12The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 20. Say The word
Aria gasped for breath. Her face turned to the side as her eyes found mine. "How can you say this isn’t a punishment, you sadist?" She choked out. My eyes darkened in response. I pressed down on her lower back, pushing her against my hard cock, and shoved her legs open. When she immediately tried to close them, I slapped the inside of her thighs until she spread them open. Upset with her continuous resistance, I slapped the tips of my fingers against her pussy. The room echoed with the sounds of her dripping wet pussy. "Listen to how soaked you are, Tesorina. Does this sound like pain or pleasure to you?"Her legs flew shut, trapping my hand between her thighs, a strategic mistake she was going to pay for and I made sure of that. Curling my fingers, I found her opening and thrust two fingers into her. "Oh, god," she cried, her spine arching. "Just as tight as I'd thought," I hissed between clenched teeth. "You were meant for me."I could tell she ha
Last Updated : 2024-12-12The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 19. Make A Choice
Nika helped clean Aria up. I let Aria experience the luxury our room and the comfort it could provide. It was my silent way of telling her she could stay up here if only she behaved. Cognitive dissonance... one of the few skills in human thought manipulation that I had embedded inside me. I was just starting with Aria. When I get done with her, I knew she’d be so flexible that I could easily bend her into a goddamn flexi-rod and she’ll stay put with a beautiful smile and a 'thank you.'When I stepped into our room, she was looking clean, putting on a simple sundress and a pout that said she hated me. But I’m certain she felt other things for me that she’d rather not put in words. I crossed the distance separating us and she stood staggered toward the window, trying to run away from me. But I was swift enough to get to her before she hit her head on the window frame.“What do you think you’re-“I wrapped a hand around her nape and the words died instantly on her tongue as an indecen
Last Updated : 2024-12-12The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 18. Lethal Or Brutal
The steps seemed endless, the turns, the doorways, then more steps. I lost count eventually. But the environment felt and smelled better than my prison, a clean smell of sweet floral aroma. We walked through another doorway, and Pietro’s voice cracked through the air. He was on a call. He rounded off his call quickly and spoke to the lady who brought me.“Thanks, Nika, you can go.” Nika, so that’s the name of the uncompassionate bitch. Slowly, carefully, Nika led me over to a seat, and I heard her footsteps thudding dutifully away, and then they faded, and she was gone. She must be terrified of him. That could be the reason she didn’t want to help me. Who knows what a monster like Pietro did to her? Was she once like me? Did he kidnap her, hurt her, then transformed her into a puppet that does his bidding without questioning him? What did he do to her? I refused to feel sorry for her, though. If I were to be in her shoes, no matter the evil done to me, I would never help keep an
Last Updated : 2024-12-11The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 17. Another Reality
Consciousness slowly crept back in. I realized that I was now lying on a hard mattress, and the air in the room I was lying in smelled like rust and dampness. So that means I’m not in my home or a hotel room or even a fancy bedroom. That means this is really happening. I felt something cold on my ankle, forcing me to look down. It was a chain. 'Lord, what did Pietro do to me?'I could only recall that I’d fought him so hard that he decided it was best to let me be. Then I almost created a scene and ran off when we got to the airport. If only the people there weren’t so hellbent on minding their businesses. I would have been rescued. That was all I could remember. Now I’m waking up restrained in a depressing room. Sick with terror about what’s going to happen to me soon. I started murmuring silent prayers. If there is any way I’m getting out of this alive, it would be by a pure miracle. My thoughts went to Steve. Has he called me yet? Does Pietro have my burner phone now? He’s not
Last Updated : 2024-12-11The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 16. My Wife
I gasped, my gaze moving back and forth from Pietro to the preacher. "No," I said, shaking my head. Pietro's hand wrapped around my wrist and he tugged me until I fell against his broad chest, my wide eyes clashing with his angry ones. "You made a promise, keep your damn promise," he ordered.I gave him a clueless look, and he smiled, "Of course. You've forgotten already. "I’ll remind you. You said you'll come willingly. Keep your promise." He ordered once again.As if he was in his own world, the preacher's voice broke through our mini-discussion. "Do you, Aria Kostas, take this man, Pietro Eppolito, as your lawfully wedded husband."Lord... When I made that promise to Pietro, I didn't know what I was signing up for. I thought he would take me back home and we'll engage in a little back and forth before a wedding. I thought I'd have more time. "Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded. Pietro's hand wrapped once more around my throat, shacklin
Last Updated : 2024-12-11The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 15. I Do
His hand relaxed a bit, allowing me to finally breathe, and then he nodded. His men backed away from Celia. Next, we were heading outside. Celia was brave enough to still follow us behind. When she saw the Limo that pulled up to the front of her apartment. She gasped, "Who the hell are you and where are you taking my friend?" I offered her a thin smile, praying she would go back inside so that Pietro wouldn't change his mind. Celia took one look at the Limo and shook her head. "I’m not leaving you with these men. I don't know them and who sent them. They should just kidnap the both of us." Jesus! I need her to go back inside before Pietro loses all patience and slit her throat. Already, his fingers were drumming against the side of my neck, rapping impatiently over my pulse point. "He’s not..." I hesitated, my gaze trailing over to meet Celia's. "He’s not a kidnapper," I admitted. A rumble from deep within Pietro's chest erupted into the silence and pulled my attention back to
Last Updated : 2024-12-11The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 14. Got You
ARIA'S POV.The past few days have been beautiful for me. My childhood friend Celia took me into her home without questions asked. With her divorce proceedings underground and the loss of her baby, it turned out that she needed me as much as I needed her. My presence uplifted her and brought her some peace and calm.After two days of absolute peace, I finally began to settle. Celia proposed a job at one of the bookshops her friend owns and I couldn't help but accept instantly. As a kid, she had always been a lover of dress-ups and fashions, and she pursued her dreams. Now she owns a little cosmetics brand. I've always been the speaker; I read a lot, and I was great with communication and speeches. I ended up as a professor of English. Chasing dreams... I had more dreams that I wanted to chase. I want to build a school for the less privileged kids in Queensland. I also want to build a standard skills acquisition center for kids who are talented in crafts a
Last Updated : 2024-12-10The Don's Revenge: Runaway Bride Of Pietro Eppolito 13. Ex-details
EDUARDO’S POV.I had just ended a call with my brother when I overheard a commotion behind the doors of his office. Before I could make head or tail of the words being said, the office door got pushed in, making me cussed insanely at whoever it was.“Who the fuck are you and how dare...” I went into silence when I saw the intruder, Susie, Aria’s best friend. That’s strange considering the fact that I shot her barely a week ago. She still has her arm bandaged, but what the hell is she doing here?Angelo, one of the men who rushed in with her, attempted to pull her out of the office, and I sneered. Wasn’t he outside there when she pushed into my temporary office? Pietro’s men are really in need of some tactical ass-whooping.“Calmati Angelo (Calm down, Angelo). I’ve got this. Rilassati, rilassati (Relax, relax).” I told him and pointed him out of my office.I am in a fucking bad mood. My brother is going soft, all thanks to Aria goddamn Kostas,
Last Updated : 2024-12-10
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Prologue
Today is the worst day of my life!Maybe I should rephrase that. Today is one of the worst days of my life. Because I’m very certain that with my present predicament, there will be days worse than this.As the Mayor’s smart-ass daughter and the youngest professor in De-Queens College, I was popular among my peers and well-celebrated. When I got the opportunity to share my thoughts about the struggles our dear town was facing in a four-page journal, I poured out my heart, focusing my writing on the ‘one man’ I shouldn’t have talked about.The journal got flagged down, of course, and its publication halted indefinitely. But the damage had been done, and unknown to me, the man I wrote about was worse than I thought and he neither forgives, nor does he forget.Pietro Eppolito is the devil that has tormented our city for the longest. He is a beast, a demon, even. Ruthless, merciless, bloody, monstrous. He kills for a living and he has turned our city into his den and my father, the Mayor o
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