KatyaTwenty minutes after the sound of grunting and humping and heavy breathing stopped, I remained in the closet.Literally.Footsteps and the sounds of opening and closing of the door implied that Carlos had left since.But he wasn't the reason I was hiding anymore. Well, on a scale of 1-10, I was way above twenty of being scarred.Finally, Matteo cleared his throat and knocked on the door, muttering, "Sorry, you can come out now."Could I indeed? No other Carlos would jump out of nowhere and start to fuck Matteo against the closet, probably spilling all over the...Oh dear, I was never going to eat properly anymore. "Um, sorry you had to see or...hear what you did. It's... It's safe now. Please come out, it's more awkward with you hiding out here." I cleared my throat, hugging my knees closely, "I don't think it gets more awkward than this, Matt." He mumbled something in response and said nothing else. About ten minutes later, I opened the door a peep and met the room arranged
Katya You had to be kidding me. Could this day get any more dramatic, or worse? I already parted my lips and started to spring apart from Ferrara, prepared to explain to my son that this didn't mean anything when I was pulled closer to a muscled body, and Ferrara spoke, "Oh yes, we wanted to keep it a surprise, little man. But you caught us." What the.... I widened my eyes to tell him off when he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, a knowing smile on his lips. "Sweetheart, our son is happy now that we are together again, isn't he?" I clenched my fists, too bad I couldn't punch him where the sun didn't shine in front of our kid. I just wanted to get rid of that annoying smile he had on his face. Ughhh. Our innocent baby boy smiled and rushed towards us, looking so dashing in his school uniform. I disengaged from Ferrara and knelt down, catching him just as he was running into my arms and kissing my forehead. "Did daddy come to make mommy happy because
Ferrara"Please, fuck me."That low purr was the fucking filthiest turn on, making my dick stiff as a rod, her luscious creamy body soft against mine. Heat broke out in my body and rolled down my temple as I watched her shudder in my arms, her head raised to reveal long porcelain neck with red marks from the bites I had made.I felt like a fucking vampire, wanting to eat her up and drink every juice in the intoxicating bar of her body. She tasted sweet, so fucking responsive to my touch, and when I scissored her pink rosy nipples and ran my fingers down her flat tummy, she threw back her head, laying it on my shoulders...Surrendering to me,Trusting me to give her the greatest pleasure.I caught her ear in my mouth and tortured her with my tongue, my fingers moving down to her waxed pussy.She gasped, her cries muffled by my palm on her lips. Then I slipped my fingers through her folds, rocking my swollen cock against the succulent flesh of her curved butt as I opened her wet body
KatyaSurvival.I discovered how much the powerful rule the world when I was eighteen.I had returned wealthy, but I needed more power to protect the person that mattered to me, my son. Seated in this round table were the ones who made the decisions even beyond America, people whose command could destroy or make my future.I had considered the option of returning to living quietly, but that had gone to smokes the moment I pissed them off by ruining the value of that land.These people were capable of ruining me and my son's lives, legally or illegally.And so I had chosen the only option at my disposal;Bringing my enemies closer. The entire room dulled into nothingness as soon as Ferrara walked in, sucking me into his enthralling web which made everything else trivial, tiny.His forest green eyes were stormy tonight as they regarded me, stealing words from my mouth and thoughts from my mind. I tried to pretend that I wasn't affected and forced myself to meet his intense stare.He
KatyaIt was no dinner party like I had dressed for.None of my security team was allowed in, on the basis of insistence on the privacy and exclusivity of the event. I felt overdressed as soon as I stepped into what could only be described as debauchery, a fucking sex party.What had I just stumbled into?Popular actresses and actors fucked powerful politicians who usually appeared on the television with their partners hooked to their arms.I looked at the invitation card again to be sure that I hadn't gone to the wrong place like a loser. But I simply felt like a loser whom it turned out, had gone to the right place when I caught sight of Helen walking towards me in her underwear.Okay, this was becoming weirder. I forced a smile for the older woman whom I had seen on business and politics and had the urge to puke when she hugged me.She smelt like sex, and dare I hope that the sticky liquid on her face wasn't cum?Yeah, dare I hope. "It's the lawyer who will protect us all!" Hel
KatyaSophie's choice: my son or Ferrara?It wasn't negotiable.My body temperature was going up even more and more, perspiration rolling down my temple in tiny beads.I could barely see, and the chemical I was inhaling was worsened by the sounds and smells of sex which were acting as stimulants.With shaky fingers, I started to crawl towards my phone, but before I could get to it, bare cold feet dug into my back, pushing me flat on the floors.Oh fuck, this couldn't be happening.The desire to hump the floors or anything else around was starting to overtake my body.I needed to get out of here.Fast."Is that the Don?" Helen asked, digging her sharp toe nails into my back.But the pain only accelerated the pleasure, and I nodded, not trusting myself without giving her the satisfaction of letting out a moan. She let out a loud laughter and crouched down, her entire body smelling like cum. I hated her. More than I despised Ferrara over the years.She was like a worm that I needed to
Katya Fuck. My head hurts like a bitch. I opened my eyes to the glaring sunlight peeping through the blinds, my senses slowly coming alive. But my brain was the first to kick off as soon as thoughts of last night flooded my mind. Christopher, my son! I started to hurry out of bed when a frown marred my features. This wasn't my room, or in fact any room in my house. The duvet smelt of neatness and dominant masculinity that could only belong to one person. Ferrara De Castello, whom I had sacrificed in place of my son. The man who had carried me out of the club. Hell. Migraines kicked in like a bitch and my mouth tasted like shit, but I managed to get out of bed and rush out of the large bedroom, in search of my son. But the door opened before I could get to it, an intimidating frame filling my line of vision. Dark beautiful villain. His jaws were neatly shaved, intense pupils boring into me. I couldn't fully remember last night, but for some reason, I felt the need to av
KatyaI avoided Carlos' gaze during breakfast, which wasn't so difficult since he didn't seem to like me very much.After the meal, I went to wash up while Christopher resumed playing in the house without any care in the world.It was a relief that he hadn't been traumatized by what happened, and I couldn't be more grateful to Ferrara.The thought of all the kinds of things that could have happened to him had chills rushing down my spine as I stood under the shower, shutting my eyes against all memories of last night.Both the danger and shame.I smelt like Ferrara afterwards, and was surprised when I stepped out in his bathrobe to see a knee length dress laid out for me on the bed.I looked around, but found myself alone in the room, which meant that it had been dropped while I was bathing. It was a beautiful emerald green dress that had no business being worn at home, hugging my waist without squeezing me into it.The perfect size for me.I wore it and stood in front of the mirror