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26. Enemy No. 3
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Pietro dripped shampoo into my hair and lathered it up. His fingers expertly massaged my scalp, and I closed my eyes and surrendered to the beautiful sensation. Then he rinsed it off and repeated the process with the conditioner. He took his time, his attention shockingly tender. When he rinsed the conditioner off and slid a soapy cloth between my legs, I flinched, but forced myself to relax. I felt warm pleasure flowing through my body with each stroke of the cloth. He slid it through the folds, caressing me with it, and my breathing sped up. It felt so good that, for a moment, I forgot what he did to me. Then I closed my eyes again and firmly forced myself to remember that he was the enemy, and every submission he forced on me took away some of my power. But it was hard to concentrate on that when my whole body was melting and my legs were spreading of their own will, welcoming the firm rubbing motion across my slit. Waves of pleasure flowed through my body with each stroke
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ARIA’S POV.If Pietro thought his stupid, cliched sermon would change my mind about escaping him, then he must be joking.All through our journey to his brother's home, I’d kept note of the bus stops, the signs, the landmarks. And when we arrived here, the first thing I noticed was the absence of guards.There was just his brother and his housekeeper. Maybe there were other staff around, staff like the gardener since the garden was amazing.When he left with Pietro, I had to find a way out of the house. The front door would have Pietro’s driver stationed there. So, I went through the route I saw the housekeeper coming from.It led to a field that stretched through a large acre of land. It was colder than I thought it would be outside. I was wearing a simple silk-flared dress that stopped at my knees.As I ran through the field, I kept praying that Pietro wouldn’t catch me before I got to the picket fence in front. I couldn’t believe my luck; how could his brother put an enormous gate
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He was punishing me, and he was very angry about that. In seconds, I passed out, and when I woke up, I was still on the rocky floor and Pietro was still on me, staring at me with fierce anger. I guess I fainted and woke up almost immediately. Pietro got me up above my hips and propped my knees up. The stones dug into my knees, but he didn’t even pause at the pathetic sounds I made. I felt the cold air in my cunt and I found myself responding to the conditioning. I ground myself against him, hoping for a release even while I was in the face of danger. “I’m relieved, knowing that at least you want me to fuck you, Amore. If that’s the bribe you’re offering, I’ll take it. But that won’t do for your punishment.”His voice sounded much calmer that it almost broke me. At first, I was so relieved that I almost cried, but then his words sank in. He’s going to punish me. Another punishment. His finger probed my tight ass, and I shivered. The finger dipped inside, gentl
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PIETRO'S POV . I've been tolerant as much as I could manage. I've bent some of my rules, rearranged my plans, and put a pause on a couple of things just because of Aria. But seeing her trying to run from me today pulled out the actual beast in me. Unfortunately, when the beast is out, it takes a lot to satiate it and Aria would pay the price for that. She’s mine. The more she keeps trying to run, the more I'm convinced she's yet to understand that I own her, all of her. And as such, she should want nothing but me. We pulled up in front of the house. The journey back home was done in absolute silence. I was raging while she shrunk very close to the car door, moving away from me. As Angelo pulled the car over, Aria was the first to get down and she headed straight to the house. Melody came to the car to check if we came back with bags she would need to take inside. Just as I got down from the car. I saw Aria running to the front door. She pulled it open and shut it hurriedly. Ang
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The Don's Runaway Bride 123. Family is everything
I was smiling when I pushed into our bedroom where my wife had been strapped down to a couch in the last couple of minutes. The fact that we had the whole family around for a visit did absolutely nothing to stop our crazy selves from doing what we wanted.They were all in the living room with the new housekeeper, taking care of them while I got my wife all to myself until we decide to come out or not. They knew better than to force us to come out. My wife looked up when I came into the bedroom. She was naked; her legs were spread open with a vibrator inserted inside her, making her squirm nonstop with need. The vibrator was set to go for forty seconds at a time, at a slow pace. Then it would stop for a minute before starting up again. Just enough to get her desperately aroused, but not enough to make her come. Very slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt as she glared at me. "This isn’t fair, Sir," she was panting. "Oh, that's too bad." I mocked her with my tone and my eyes. I carefully f
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The Don's Runaway Bride 121. Happy Married Life
I rolled out of bed the next morning, so sore that I could barely walk. But I knew I needed one thing, and that was coffee. And even though I was too sore to make it myself. I had no choice but to locate the kitchen. But as thoughtful as the Eppolito brothers were, there was a housekeeper already cooking up a storm."Good morning, Mrs. Eppolito." She greeted me when I entered the kitchen."Hi, good morning. Uhm, I'm Celia, and you?""Erica." She replied."Great. Can you... I'd like a cup of coffee with half and half. Is that possible?" "Coming right away, Ma'am," Erica replied.I took a seat on one of the kitchen stools, grateful for the soft padding of the seat. I waited patiently for my coffee. The coffee was ready in less than three minutes. I was just finishing the last sip when I heard Edoardo shouting, "Celia. Celia. CELIA!" I didn’t even have a chance to call back when I heard him kicking the door of the bedroom we slept in, open, slamming it against the wall."I can’t find
The Don's Runaway Bride 120. Honeymoon Suite
My legs were starting to ache from dancing, Edoardo looked at me and shook his head. "Let’s go," he said, pointing me to the garage."Where?" I asked. "Everyone is still here," I said, spotting Pietro in a friendly chat with Lax and a couple of other men. Papa was still dancing and eating cake. Freda and Dorcas were telling a group of women some interesting story that got them hooked."It's our night baby," Edoardo said, turning me around to face the direction of the garage. "I want to go someplace calm and sink myself inside you all night."My mouth opened slightly, and he jerked his head toward the garage. My ass was too sore to contemplate disobeying him again tonight. After driving through steep roads, hills, and endless curves, we arrived at a calm, gigantic home, completely isolated from the streets. There were security manning the gate and the house itself."Is this yours?" I asked as we drove in."No, it belongs to Pietro and Aria." He replied.He parked the car and I tried
The Don's Runaway Bride 119. More than I could ever put in words
Immediately I felt his hard cock on the small of my back; I knew both of us had lost the battle.I lost the strength to fight him and he lost the determination to punish me. I felt the exact moment he lost his control; his breath got ragged, and he sighed regrettably."Fucking stop running away, please." He said giving up. "If anything happens to you, I won't survive it." He added.And the tears stung my eyes. Edoardo's love for me has always defied superficial understanding. Our relationship had been the best thing ever. We loved each other recklessly. Until I left him because of my terrible father.His dick continued pressing into my naked ass. Then I heard a zipper and the feel of his hot cock between my legs. He shoved my thighs apart roughly, his hands a sharp slap on my legs to make me move them faster. "Open," he growled. I gasped at the feeling as he shoved his dick through my legs and into my pussy. His cock pushed, ripped, tore through, and filled me. I couldn’t lie anymo
The Don's Runaway Bride 118. An Extreme punishment
Today's plan was successful. I took the woods instead of the road. So, no one would have thought it wise to check the woods just yet. I contemplated my situation. I was all alone in the woods, and I had no goddamn clue where I was. Why the fuck had I thought this plan would work. I turned in another direction and began to maneuver through the trees. Panic began to rise in my chest as the branches tore at my arms and dress. "Surely the house was back that way. So the road must be this way."An owl hooted nearby, making me almost jump out of my skin. The trees all formed thick canopies, making the wood quite dark. And then I saw a shape come out behind a tree at me.I screamed my lungs out. My voice was high-pitched and alarming. But with a gasp of relief, I realized that it was my husband. "Edoardo." I cried, my heart pounding. "Hello, baby," he said, his voice was like ice. "You scared the fuck out of me," I said, inadequately. "And I’m going to do much more than that pretty so
The Don's Runaway Bride 117. One last time
It was the morning of our wedding. The house was already packed. The servant quarters were buzzing with activity, and Papa was the first to get dressed. I had climbed down the stairs to see what the whole noise and cheers were all about. Only to find out that they were cheering Papa. I backed away to the stairs and turned right into Edoardo's broad chest. "It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." Hollered Aunt Dorcas from the room, but Edoardo only laughed. "It will only be bad luck for anyone who tries to keep me from her after today." He said. And his eyes were so bright when he looked at me, devouring me, that my breath caught in my throat and I didn’t think I could run away from him again, whether he consumed me or not. I left for my room and he stepped aside, giving me a sweet smile. The next few hours went on, with Freda getting me ready and wearing a very cute dress as my substitute Matron of Honor or whatever they call that now. The preacher was more happy
The Don's Runaway Bride 116. All of you
Aunt Dorcas was seated on the couch smoking when I got downstairs. "Dorcas, could you take that smoke outside?" Papa called, wrinkling his nose up. "I’m not disturbing anybody," Dorcas replied."Look how much smoke you're puffing into your lungs. You'll graduate to an exhaust pipe by the time you get to eighty." Papa murmured.Freda walked in on the unfolding drama and cast an agonized look at me. I didn’t say anything because I didn't want to get in the middle of whatever Papa and his sister-in-law were doing."You know Pietro and Edoardo aren't scared of you," Freda said, "They'll just pick you up and put you on the roof while you smoke."Dorcas sighed, "Those boys have always been assholes." But she stubbed her cigarette out as her sharp ears heard a voice that resembled that of Pietro.It was only two more days until our wedding. My heart was leaping, but I didn't want to show it. The entrance door came open, and Pietro Edoardo stepped in. I felt Edoardo standing across the ro
The Don's Runaway Bride 115. Closure on the Eppolitos
Edoardo had been gone all day and I realized I was unconsciously listening for the sound of his car, signaling his return. Freda and I were sitting around the table after dinner, playing the Ludo game. "That's a lovely nail polish." I pointed to Freda's nails."Gel polish?" I asked."Yeah." She nodded. "I can help you put on some before the event." She suggested. "I have a couple of bottles with promising shades."I thought about it, then nodded. "I think I'd like that.""You know, when my husband was alive, he hated it when I spent too much money on these things. Is that the same with Edoardo?" She asked."You married his...""Uncle," Freda told me. "But he's gone now."I didn't know what to answer. I rarely bought any stuff. Edoardo got all my outfits. He even got my jewelry and lingerie. When we were dating, it was the same, he'd get anything he thinks is going to look good on me.But that was after taking his time to study my style. That way, there was nothing he got I didn't lov
