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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
FerraraThree Days Later "This way, boss." Carlos led me into the warehouse which smelt like the drugs stacked against the corners.I popped a small pill as I walked past drippings of blood against the white substances coating the floors, the heavy footsteps of my security resonating behind me.A sinister smile tugged the sides of my lips as soon I caught sight of my target, Oh, Carlos rarely let me down.The Secretary of the U.S. and most influential female politician in the American continent was bound to a seat with one of her eyes missing. The seat was suspended from the ceiling, with metallic chains and naked wires wrapped around her, connected to a low voltage shocker. Her skin was ashy, an indication that my efficient consigliere had buried her in a cement coffin beforehand, and apart from the broken fingers, her hands were nailed to hard woods.I motioned to Carlos to let her down, and he gestured to one of the guards positioned to watch her, who pulled down the suspended
FerraraI was fucking nervous.The car barely halted in front of the grand penthouse before I was opening the door and getting out of the car, my entire being focused on one object.The tinted red Lamborghini.My security seemed surprised and dashed out as well, but I barely noticed them. By the time I strode to the red car, and knocked on the window, I was sweating.Like a fucking teenager about to ask his crush out for prom.The window started to roll down, the faint scent of lavender hitting my nostrils. I was prepared to say something to the feisty woman who would be behind the wheel, but it was another emotion that crept to my face.Disappointment. Irritation.It was no fucking Katya Petrov, but that Willy Pete bodyguard of hers who perched himself to her like a damn parasite.I scanned the empty backseat and almost demanded that he opens the boot. What the...Fucking waste of anticipation. I started to turn around when he opened the door and stepped out, bowing slightly in f
KatyaI felt powerful and vulnerable.High and drunk in lust.The sight of Ferrara between my legs was enough to set me off, but then his masterful tongue darted out and swept over my swollen flesh, and a moan wrenched from my lips.He ate me out like I was the favorite meal he had been craving, his fingers reaching upwards to play with the flesh of my nipples and wrap around my breasts.I thrashed on the couch, arching my back as I pushed my hips closer to him, craving more and more.I wanted, needed...I felt greedy and crazy with desire, moans and gasps leaving my lips, my fingers slipping into his hair to hold him captive.Ferrara drove me insane with the kind of immeasurable pleasure I hadn't thought possible since the night I met him.And now, it was more heightened, better than I ever remembered, more intense than my memories.Heat pooled in every part of my body, and the movement of his went faster and faster, sending me to the edge of the cliff."Ferrara...." His name was a c
Katya"Shit mmm...Ferrara...""Fuck yeah, Katya, say my name, Amore."I thrashed against him as an orgasm forcefully left my body, again.For the third time tonight.Ferrara spooned me, his cock still hard and driving into me from behind, his palms cupping my breasts as his face buried in my neck.It was intimate, overwhelming, and pleasurable.Sweat pooled in our bodies, mine weak from all the orgasms and yet ready for more of his touch.It was as though I had been possessed by something that couldn't be satisfied anymore, and when Ferrara slipped his cock from me, I whined softly, despite having come many times already.He gathered me in his hands and took my lips like a starved man, pushing himself upwards.When he tore his lips away, breathless and still hard with his cock poking against my ass, he turned me around and pulled me upward by the stomach, placing me on all-fours.I was beyond control now, my face buried in the pillow in front of me, my back arched as I waited with sor
Katya"Mommy, where did you go last night? Were you with Daddy?"I would have choked on anything if my mouth hadn't been empty. And at this point, the thought of coughing was appealing compared to the feeling of being caught.By my four year old son.Christopher appeared casual as he made his move in the chess game, his hazel eyes moving up to meet mine."It's your turn." He stated quietly, his palm on his jaw.I was barely aware of what I was thinking already and just made any move, then my son moved his Queen and started to giggle, screaming,"Check! Daddy was right! It worked!"What?I blinked for a second, my brows furrowed in confusion."Wait, baby, what did you dad tell you?" My ears were practically open and my cheeks prepared to burn of embarrassment.Christopher was still reeling in the feeling of his victory and jumped up and down before retuning go sit down in front of me, pouting his small pink lips."Um... Nothing much, mommy, just how to distract my opponent with a ques
KatyaI had barely taken a few steps away from the car when the door suddenly opened and fast angry footsteps reverberated behind me.I quickened my pace, all the emotions of the last few days coming to the surface and threatening to choke me.If Ferrara De Castello assumed he could just treat me like trash and then simply make it up and have me sit smiling and dancing over a glass of wine, then he was definitely insane.Where the hell was my security? Or my car...A hand as familiar as my own skin wrapped around my wrist, turning me around to face a red eyed Ferrara.I would have laughed or apologized for getting the alcohol in his eyes if I gave a damn.And how dared he look at me with anger in his eyes?"You wanted power, risked your life for it, I give it to you and suddenly you are splashing a fucking glass of alcohol on my face. Is there a manual I should follow while dealing with you?"The obnoxious bastard...I attempted to remove my hand from his, but he pulled me closer to h
KatyaTen minutes later, I sat in a luxurious seat of the private jet, biting my lower lip in rage.Of course I wasn't going to be whisked into a jet without a warning, and since he asked ever so politely, I decided to teach him a little lesson.Now, Ferrara sat opposite me with marks of claws on his neck, my finger nails paining me in reminder of how I had achieved that.We were both strapped to the seat with a seatbelt, panting for breath, angry as we stared at each other.An automated voice reminded us to stay in our seats as the flight was about to take off, and in front of us were assorted snacks and wine arranged in an inbuilt table that doubled as a box.It could withstand the takeoff turbulence.Ferrara looked pissed as hell and equally hot as he glared at me, the muscles of his jaws ticking.The takeoff barely lasted for a few minutes, and then the flight was moving smoothly.But it still felt like turbulence in my heart.I was frustrated, dying with the need to unstrap the s