3.

Angelo

My mind raced with a ruthless decision. I hadn't bid on her for nothing. She was the price, the perfect pawn in this twisted game of revenge against that despicable mafia boss, Dominic. I needed something to even the score, and she was the potent weapon I now possessed.

I watched with a predator's gaze as she stripped down naked before me, her fear rendering her body weak, exactly as I wanted it to be. She had dared to defy me, to claim she wasn't a whore to my face. She was in no position to question me.

As she stopped before me, my eyes devoured her body with a hungry, lustful gaze. My arousal grew undeniable, and my shaft hardened at the mere sight of her. With the commanding authority in my voice, I ordered, "Come here."

Her eyes widened, and her body quivered as I discarded the covers from my body, exposing my rock-hard shaft, demanding release. "Be on your knees," I commanded, my voice dripping with dominance. I saw the fear in her eyes deepen, and I relished in it.

"Give me a blowjob," I demanded once more, ready to assert my control over her.

My shaft disappeared into her mouth, and she began to lick the tip of it, her tongue dancing with practiced skill. I couldn't help but grab her hair, an uncontrollable need coursing through my entire body. The way her head bobbed back and forth indicated that she wasn't a novice at this.

"Fuck!" I growled as I pushed my shaft deeper into her mouth, savoring the sensation of her warm, wet mouth around me. I could feel her body trembling, but I paid no mind to her discomfort. She was here to satisfy me, nothing more.

"Fuck!" I growled again, on the brink of release. I abruptly pulled my shaft from her mouth and yanked her up by her hair. "Get on the bed and spread your legs," I commanded, my voice laced with an unmistakable authority. I reached for the nightstand, retrieved a condom, and prepared to take what I felt was rightfully mine.

Licking my lips at the sight of her naked form, I marveled at the smoothness of her skin, as if it was made from the purest milk. Hovering over her, I began to tease her nipples, indulging in the sensations as I took one into my mouth and nibbled on it while caressing the other.

A sound that resembled a moan escaped her lips, and I couldn't help but smile. It didn't matter whether the women were brought here willingly or not; the moment my hands touched them, they all begged for more. She was no exception, and she pleaded, "Please..."

"Yes, beg me to fuck you senseless. That's your job," I replied, my voice oozing with dominance.

Her pleas grew more desperate as I trailed down her body, reaching her wet pussy. "Your pussy is wet," I observed, and without hesitation, I slid my finger inside her.

"Argh!" she moaned, arching her back as I pumped my finger in and out. My desire surged, and I buried my face in her pussy, eagerly lapping up her juices.

She gripped my hair, pushing my head further into her, and I couldn't help but smile against her sweet flesh. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I was more than willing to oblige her desires.

Without wasting a moment, I slipped on the condom and positioned my shaft at her dripping entrance. With one forceful thrust, I entered her, and she let out a loud, passionate moan. There was no room for gentleness; I pounded into her with unbridled intensity.

"You're fucking tight, bitch!" I growled, my pace unrelenting as I went faster. Her head kept falling back, her chest rising with each powerful thrust. I couldn't resist the temptation of her nipples and took them into my mouth, savoring the sensation.

The room filled with nothing but the sounds of our moans as I pulled away, resting both her legs on my shoulders and slamming into her again and again. My desire grew more intense with each passing moment, my mind blanked out by the overwhelming pleasure. I had never felt such a powerful need before, and her sweet pussy tasted like pure ecstasy.

After a final, hard thrust, I pulled away, her head falling back in exhaustion. But I wasn't finished. I needed more. "Ride me," I ordered, switching positions. Now, I lay on my back as Alessia straddled my dick, her movements betraying her earlier claim that she wasn't a whore.

The way she rode me was perfect, and I couldn't help but encourage her with moans and commands. "Faster!" I demanded as she picked up the pace. I grabbed her nipples, molding them in my hands as she continued to drive me wild.

"Fuck! Ride faster!" I growled, our moans mixing in the air. Finally, when I reached my climax, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Lick my juices," I ordered, and she eagerly complied, her seductive gaze locking onto mine.

"Fuck!" I growled again, pulling her towards me and capturing her lips in a passionate, hungry kiss.

**

Exhaustion settled over me like a heavy shroud after the intense marathon of pleasure an hour ago. We had gone for another round; I just couldn't get enough. Eventually, I had dismissed her, telling her to return in the morning. After tasting her sweet nectar, I had decided that she would become my personal plaything at home.

As I crashed into my leather-covered chair behind my desk in the study, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips when I saw the caller ID: Dominic.

"Don't think you've achieved anything significant by bidding on that little prize," Dominic's voice sneered on the other end of the line. My thoughts involuntarily drifted to my time with Alessia.

"It's not about the size of the fortune, Dominic," I replied, my smirk still firmly in place. "It's about how valuable it is to me. You should know by now that I never settle for less."

"You'll never change, Angelo," Dominic taunted, his words hitting a nerve. "You're just like your father."

My anger flared, and I slammed my fist onto the desk hard enough to rattle the papers scattered across its surface. Dominic had no right to speak my father's name, not after his treachery. He and my father were once the closest of allies, reigning over the mafia world together. But Dominic's greed had led him to betray my father, tearing their partnership apart.

Although I lacked concrete evidence, I believed that Dominic had a hand in my father's assassination while he lay sick in his bed. That's why I regarded Dominic as my ultimate enemy and swore to do whatever it took to bring him down.

"Calm down, Angelo," Dominic urged, his voice dripping with a sinister tone.

"Why? Are you afraid I've acquired a strong weapon this time around? I'm sure you didn't bring her to the bid for a cheap stake," I retorted, bitterness lacing my words.

"At least I won't use her as a sex toy. I'm sure you've already tasted her," Dominic said with a taunting tone.

My jaw clenched involuntarily as I responded, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Do you think I would waste time and money? I had to confirm the value of such an asset for myself. Money shouldn't be wasted for nothing. Too bad you wasted yours," I taunted him, unable to resist getting under his skin.

"I will get back at you, Angelo. Watch your back," Dominic warned, his threat hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

But I wasn't a man easily frightened by empty threats. "I'll have to remind you to watch yours as well," I shot back, ending the call with a loud thud as I dropped my phone onto the desk.

If Dominic thought he could step on me and walk away unscathed, he was sorely mistaken. I vowed that he would regret ever entering the treacherous world of the mafia. I dialed a number and issued a firm command, "I want you to install a CCTV camera in Alessia's room," before abruptly hanging up. With that, I left the study room and returned to my own.

**

Morning arrived, and my anticipation of another pleasurable encounter with Alessia surged within me. The memory of how she had ridden me the night before played like a vivid movie in my mind. I knew she was a pawn in Dominic's twisted game; he wouldn't settle for less. But my interest in her wasn't solely based on physical pleasure. I suspected that Dominic might have conspired with her, and I needed to extract the truth from her. Despite being a formidable mafia boss, I was aware of Dominic's extensive network and connections.

As a knock resounded through my room, I fully expected it to be Alessia, but to my surprise, it was one of my maids. "Where is Alessia?" I inquired.

"She isn't opening her door," the maid stammered, her body trembling in fear of my potential wrath.

A hiss escaped me as I realized that Alessia was testing my patience. "Fetch me the spare key," I ordered, striding past the maid. Clearly, she needed a lesson in obedience, and I was more than willing to deliver it.

My frustration boiled as I entered the room and found it empty. My jaw clenched in anger. If Alessia dared to try escaping, I vowed to make sure that when I caught her, a bullet would serve as a painful reminder.

"Alessia," I called out sharply, my voice echoing in the silence.

Silence greeted me in return.

"I swear, if you don't show up at the count of five, I will make sure your little legs won't walk again!" I hissed, my patience wearing thin.

My strides abruptly halted when I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Without hesitation, I charged towards the bathroom, ready to confront Alessia. It was there that I found her, her head submerged in the sink. I yanked her head up, and a gasp escaped her.

"Are you crazy? What are you trying to do?" My voice was sharp as I pulled her back by her hair. Her eyes, once lively on the auction stage, were now dark and puffy.

"I want to die. Because there's no point in living anymore," she croaked, her voice barely audible. But her words did nothing to move me. I yanked her even closer until our faces were mere inches apart.

"You don't have the right to take your life. I am the one who decides when you die. So get that into your tiny fucking skull!" I seethed, my anger simmering.