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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
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
Two Years Later Ferrara "It's time." I didn't turn away from the mirror to see the man speaking to me, the one whom I hadn't intended to be friends with, but had ended up being more than a buddy, and making sacrifices for me, for us. Lee Alistair Jung, the newly instated Superintendent of the police. I adjusted my suit, as well as the ring on my finger, and turned around, facing him. The years had been kind on the superintendent, but in my newly found mode of gratitude, they had been great to me as well. Katya and I had gotten married a year ago, with our son, Christopher, bearing the rings which had joined us together as one. It had of course taken a year, because my love had wanted us to right the wrongs our revenge had caused, before getting the happy ending we deserved. And today, we weren't only celebrating our one year anniversary, but also the fact that the Petrov-Castello joint cooperation had ridden itself of dirty operations, and gone legal. In lieu of illegal shit,
Ahead of the finale chapter, I am consumed by various emotions. I am sorry towards you, my audience, whom I left hanging for virtually a month. The truth is this, I was struggling with the inability to put an end to this work, as well as health issues and my job which all had me incapable of putting thoughts together. This week, I vowed to myself that this work wouldn't surpass this month without being completed, and your votes and comments had me feeling so encouraged, as well as guilty. Thank you for sticking with me through my update inconsistences, especially since there were so many cliffhangers. I hope that I was able to give these characters the resolution they deserved. This is my first mafia work, and you were with me, while I was learning and trying to make things as accurate as possible. I love you all, and hope I can keep getting better as a writer. Once again, I am sorry, and thank you.
KatyaI was tired of hearing those words.Ferrara had apologized when he kept secrets from me, and now my only parent was doing the same, turning his eyes away from me."So...sorry? Sorry?" Fuck, I had thought there was nothing left in me.Based on what Carlos had told me, the perpetrators of our countless attempted murders had been caught, and the puzzle I had been racking my brain to solve for years, had finally been pieced together.It was the period of resolution, I should feel relieved.Yet, seeing the one who had tried to protect me from my father, and spent hours braiding my hair, wrecked me."Baby, please don't cry." Ferrara was saying beside me. When had he stood and placed his hands on my shoulders?All I knew was that I was finally seeing my parent, but not in the way I had imagined.Not with him in cuffs, and certainly not in a confrontational manner."Forgive me, Katya. I...I knew you wouldn't accept me this way, and I didn't want to make you ashamed or...""Shut up, Ca
KatyaMy head was banging,My lungs ached, and confusing images wouldn't stop replaying in my head.In that fire, while I had been looking for Ferrara, tears running down my cheeks as I held our son, I could have sworn that I had seen Alistair Jung, Just as I would have bet on my life, that he had saved me from that fire,Saved us.Sounds of beeping machines surrounded me, my patched throat empty as I struggled to say something, anything."Doctor, she's opening her eyes."At the sound of that, I parted my eyes sharply, a sudden pain slamming into my head as I took in the lights and the hospital bed.Hospital?What of my son, and...Ferrara?But before I could speak, a doctor walked into the room with a kind smile in his eyes."Ms. Petrov, wow, we didn't expect you to wake up this fast after all the smoke you injected into your body."The smoke, the fire..."Where...where are they?" I forced myself to speak, although it hurt to do that much, and I watched with hope and fear as the doct
FerraraFuck!How could I not have suspected her all along? How could I have fucking not run a background check in every damn person that had connections with us.As if she could read my thoughts, a smirk gathered at the side of her lips, those thick red lipstick which glimmered like poison, turning upwards in mockery.I was fucking going to kill her! Fucking bitch!I struggled to push myself up again, my own groans a reflection of my failed attempts. Those dreadful heels sounded closer and closer, sucking me in, until she was right in front of me, crouching down to my level.Those deceptive kind eyes were gone,Along with that shitty aura she had carried around her which hadn't made me imagine that she could be responsible.I cursed myself a thousand times for letting my guard down, for letting this woman ruin the most beautiful thing I had ever felt in my life.Love.My Katya, and my son.Fuck, where were they?"You...bitch, I'll kill you if you hurt them." I struggled to say those
FerraraI had been scared a number of times, for different reasons.My mind had been plunged into the same sea of my own fears, sunk by my imaginations of losing Katya.What if she decided that what I had done was unforgivable and left me right after I told her the truth?Would I be able to survive a minute without her, after knowing the enthralling feeling of her love?"I am sorry, Katya." I started to say, feeling my brows draw together, and the quick race of my heartbeat beneath my chest.Those slender fingers that had my ring seconds ago, reached upwards and slid the shades off her eyes, those arresting delicate pupils resting on me.Guilt jabbed into my throat, snuffing out every word I had been about to say, confessions which I had dreaded to make, killing me from the outside.She stared into my eyes, and I felt the hand of karma descend on me."Forgive me, baby, but..." I shook my head, pausing for a moment to get some air into my constricting lungs, then I continued,"I can't
Katya"...there is something I left out about..."My ears were open in rapt attention, My heart skipping,My palms tightening around his.He was going to tell me something that seemed to have been eating at him over the past few days, when he had zoned out sometimes after lovemaking.I had wanted to ask, but chosen to trust him, to let him tell me on his own terms.And now he was saying it.Except that Christopher Petrov-Castello (or Castello-Petrov as Ferrara graciously claimed) chose that moment to rush towards us, with those two annoying adults right beside him, wearing a grin a considered completely irritating.Scratch that my brother was in that pair."Daddy, mommy, see the toy uncle Carlos bought for me!" Christopher lifted a plush doll that looked very much like a scarecrow, some ugly thing which managed to draw my attention enough to scare me."Oh...it's quite...uncommon." I forced myself to mutter, my face squeezed as I took one look at Carlos who looked like he was having a
KatyaYou have got to be kidding me!"Don't shoot me, please!" ***Three hours ago, I lay in the arms of Ferrara, basking in the afterglow of a great night and nursing a little hangover, when Christopher opened the door with a loud thud, nudging us awake faster than an alarm clock."Daddy, mommy, help me!"Trust me, Ferrara and I jerked awake instantly, reaching for our weapons and panting for breath, as we hid our son under the duvet, prepared to shoot whoever had dared walk in here.This was a heavily secured property, so who could it be?A petty thief?Or even worse, the person responsible for the incidents of the past weeks?Almost immediately, the door swung open again, and we positioned our weapons, waiting for the intruder to burst in...But surprisingly, it was none other than Matteo, followed by Carlos, both of them wearing green scarecrow masks and a hysterical laughter in their lips.But as soon as they entered the room, and met the storm of anger and exhaustion in our sle
Ferrara"Oh Don, please, take me harder." Katya pushed back her ass against my cock, her hands bound behind her as her tits juggled in front of the mirror.Fuck, it was the most sexy sight that it drove me to a state of insanity, and I knew that I wasn't going to last long. Not by a long shot, And certainly not with the erotic sounds that Katya was making, or the way her ample breasts juggled and her hole sucked me in with eagerness.Heat dripped down my skin, and I bit into my cheeks, gliding my palms to cup her breasts, and burying my face in between her neck."Oh..." She parted her lips, a wordless sound slipping from it, her pupils glazed with lust over the mirrors.Yeah, it was a fucking turn on to see ourselves from two angles, especially now her buttcheeks juggled when I spanked them."Yeah..." Katya moaned, throwing back her head as I slipped my fingers into her pussy and started to get her off.She had come twice already, her pussy sore and sensitive, but it kept sucking m