Antonio frowned the moment he saw the woman. He wasn't quick enough to stop her from lunging herself into his arms, so he stood there stiffly, waiting for her to step away. This woman was Francesca, one of the hot bimbos he had bedded. Blonde hair which had been bleached countlessly, blue eyes and a wide sensual mouth, Francesca was a wild one. She was one of those women who were physically attractive, but with a totally dumb brain. The only reason Antonio had been crazy over her was because of her huge posterior. She was dressed in a very short skirt which showed off her ass, and a tight blouse, with a clear view of her bountiful breasts, courtesy of surgery. At a time, Antonio would have grabbed her and taken her straight to the VIP lounge to have mind blowing sex. But now he just stared at her in disdain. "Oh, Antonio amore, it's so good to see you again." She held on to him for a while, pressing her breasts against his chest, then leaned back and smiled widely. "My, you're ev
The moment Isabella stepped into the mall, Antonio's warning of punishing her faded, and she gawked in awe at the area where numerous luxurious clothes were sold. She moved around happily, with Mario and one of the shop representatives slowly following behind. This was something she never had a chance to do, growing up. Her aunty never took her out for shopping, and definitely not to an expensive shop. She had already finished choosing the clothes she wanted when she spotted Mario far away, talking into a cellphone. He had his back to her, and the shop representative was nowhere to be found. She stole a look at the door of the mall, a million thoughts going through her mind. She could use this opportunity to escape again. She would find a place to hide until night fell, then leave when it was morning. If she moved now, Mario wouldn't even notice her. She started to move towards the door when another thought occurred to her. If she did manage to escape, where would she go? Back to
He carried her back to the bedroom, his arm holding her strongly. Even while she thrashed, her body slippery, he didn't let go. Her struggle only spurred him on. He dropped her on the bed and took off his shirt. When she tried to jump off, he caught her easily and pushed her back. Next he lay over her, resting his weight on his elbow. "Let me go!" She yelled, struggling with him. "The more you struggle, the harder it will be for me to release you." He uttered. When she didn't stop, he cursed softly and grabbed her arms. He pinned both her hands with one of his, then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Moving smoothly, he cuffed both her wrists, pinning her arms over her head. With her hands restrained, Isabella couldn't move. She wriggled her legs and tried to kick at him, but he lifted his leg and pinned hers beneath his thigh. Now she was totally restrained, helpless, and exposed to his view. Her chest heaved, water droplets causing her to shiver. S
Isabella found herself huddled beside the couch, peeking out from the corner. She was in an unfamiliar environment, a place she had never seen. She felt young, probably about four years old. There was a woman crouched beside her too, trembling with fear. Isabella raised her head and stared into obsidian eyes which looked identical to hers. "Don't be scared, Isa. Everything will be fine." The woman whispered, tears running down her face. Her mother? She looked away from her and peeked out of the corner of the couch. She saw a man on his knees, sweating profusely, pleading with his hands tied behind his back. Some of his words reached her ears... "Please Master Salvatore, spare my family. I will do whatever you ask. Just let my wife and daughter go..." The man was her father. When Isabella peeked further, she saw a group of men sitting in the living room. One was smoking, his legs crossed at the ankles. He was dressed immaculately, brown tuxedo and shiny shoes. A cigarette d
After the maid left, Isabella scoffed and fell back on the bed. She could safely assume that the maids in the mansion were jealous of the way Antonio treated her. Maybe they wanted to be in her shoes. Shaking her head unbelievably, she tossed and turned on the bed, alone with her thoughts. She would trade places with them in a heartbeat. Even though Antonio took good care of her and gave her most of the things she desired, she would leave the villa at the first opportunity she got. Antonio was a demon. A dark haired, seductive, breathtakingly handsome mafia demon, and the longer she spent with him, the more her sanity was endangered.She tried to lay still, but the pressure to pee was getting uncomfortable.She suddenly had an idea. Pushing the blankets away, she lifted her legs and got off the bed. The chains clanged heavily, the metal weighing her down. Next she measured the length of the chain, then the distance between the bed and the bathroom. Realizing it was long enough, she
He stopped her hand before she could take off the shirt. His eyes burned with desire, pupils dilated. He lifted her and pushed her down on his laps. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt his throbbing hardness beneath her bum. She swallowed, her heart pounding, her mind racing. Antonio didn't say a word as his eyes raked her body hungrily. He grasped her chin, turning her face to the side. His other hand tightened around her, holding her captive. Isabella couldn't sit still anymore, not when she felt his hard cock drilling into her bum. "Master...""Sshhhh." He shushed her, his breath tickling her skin. He sniffed her, and that became his favourite thing to do. She smelled like something forbidden, something sinful."God, what is it about you?" He muttered. Turning her face back to his, he traced her lower lip with his thumb. "What kind of hold do you have over me, Isabella?"Isabella gulped, unsure if he wanted an answer. She wanted to tell him she didn't have any hold on him,
Antonio was submerged in the bathtub, covered up to the waist in sudsy bath water. His skin glistened like marble, taut muscles gleaming like jewels. He looked up when she stepped in, and his breath caught. She had discarded her dress, and was wrapped in a single towel. "Take off the towel." He growled. But she shook her head. "It's either this, or I put my dress back on." Antonio's eyes darkened with her defiance, but he let it slide. "Whatever you want. Now come here." He beckoned on her, water dripping softly from the hand he lifted. She walked to the side of the tub and knelt beside it. She kept her eyes on his face, not wanting to drool over his rock hard abs glistening enticingly, and how the other half of his body disappeared into the water. "Take the sponge, amore." Antonio's husky voice cut into her thoughts, and she looked down at the wet sponge he held towards her. She collected it, her hands trembling slightly. "Are you scared?" She looked at him, then sho
Isabella stood before the mirror, adjusting her dress when Antonio stepped out from the bathroom, his body drenched with water, a single towel wrapped around his waist. His gaze met hers in the mirror, and for a moment, she thought he would come towards her. Her heart pounded in anticipation. But he looked away and disappeared into the closet. She felt a sting of embarrassment and berated herself for thinking something would happen. The bathroom scene was still fresh in her memory and she couldn't forget the look of sheer pleasure that had appeared on Antonio's sinful face. Sighing softly, she brushed her fingers through her hair and wrapped it in a high bun. Wispy tendrils brushed her cheeks and she stood back, staring at her reflection. "Let your hair down." His voice boomed behind her. She whirled around, almost colliding into him. How did he appear behind her all of a sudden? He was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of dark suit trousers and polished, black leather shoe
After the call ended, Isabella was waiting for her turn on the queue when the phone rang again. She answered with a smile but Antonio's furious voice greeted her. "Where are you?" He snapped. She frowned, confused for a moment. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. "Answer the fucking question, Isabella. Where are you?" "Why are you yelling?" She shot back at him. "I'm still at the school, waiting on the queue before it gets to my turn.""You're lying!" He snapped furiously. "I'm not." "If I find out you left the school Isabella...""I'm still at the school!" Isabella yelled, and a few students turned to look at her. "Why would you think I'm lying? What has gotten into you?"The call ended abruptly and she lowered the phone from her ear, still confused. "What's wrong?" Veronica asked in concern."Honestly, I don't know." She murmured. Why did Antonio think she wasn't at the school? Another hour went by and it finally got to her turn on the queue. She filled the necessary form
Isabella peeked into one of the offices with a sign at the front which read 'Bursary Department.' She was about to step inside when a girl bumped into her. "Excuse me." The girl murmured. Isabella nodded and began to turn away when something about the girl caught her attention. She looked familiar, and a name suddenly rang in her head. "Veronica?" She called. The blonde girl stopped and turned around, her brows wrinkling with a frown. She scrutinized Isabella closely. "Do I know you?" She asked. Isabella moved closer to her in surprise. "I'm Isabella. You don't recognize me?" Veronica was silent for a moment, then gradually, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. "Isabella?" She repeated. "Is it really you? From... the auction?""Yes." Isabella nodded happily. "It's me. I can't believe we actually meet again.""Oh my God." Veronica exclaimed. She laughed and threw her arms around Isabella in a tight embrace. "It's really you." Then she pulled back and held her at arms
The maybach pulled to a stop beside a large building inside Nevada State University. The university was extremely busy with students, lecturers, professors, non students, all walking to and fro, some seated in leisure benches, chatting. It was a typical scene of a bustling university filled with college students. When the car slowed to a stop, a number of the students turned and stared open mouthed at it. A lot of them had never seen such luxury in the school, the latest model at that, and a few walked closer, gawking at the car. Isabella stared back at them through the tinted glass. They couldn't see her, but she felt their piercing gazes. Nerves racked her spine as she examined most of the students who appeared bigger than her. She didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to herself. "Having second thoughts?" Antonio murmured beside her. She turned her face away and stared at her fingers. Then she looked at him. He was staring at her silently, his eyes intense, his handsome f
Isabella woke up the next morning in high spirits. It was the day she had been waiting for. Mario would take her to NSU to begin her registration for her admission into the college. She couldn't wait to begin. She rolled over on the bed, noticing the spot where Antonio slept was empty. It was mostly like that every morning. He would be gone from the room before she awakened.She touched the spot where he lay and thought back to the previous night. When he came back to the room, she had been fast asleep. But that didn't stop him from taking her to the bathroom. The bath had been drawn, filled with bubbles, the sweet fragrance of his bath soap wafting through the air.She blushed when she remembered how she nestled in his arms inside the tub, surrounded by the warm sudsy water. She had been mostly asleep as he ran the sponge over her body. The moment had been so intimate, feeling his hands stroke over her tenderly. And when the bath was over, he helped her dry her hair, her body and
"I have no plans of behaving." Isabella whispered. Antonio was silent for a moment, his gaze burning into hers. He released her hair and fished out something from his pocket. "You're not going to behave, right?" He murmured thickly. "No.""You want me to fuck you right here? Right now?"She arched into him, her hands locked around his neck. "Maybe." She whispered. A moment later, she felt the stimulator vibrate against her clit and she threw her head back, moaning loudly. "You still won't behave?" He asked, cranking the remote to the highest volume. "Please." She whimpered, leaning weakly agaisnt him. "Mario can hear me.""I don't care." Antonio rasped. He trailed the remote down the side of her neck to the swell of her breasts. "You'd like me to fuck you in here, right? While you try to hold back your cries of pleasure?"He pressed the button when she remained silent and she cried out, her body shuddering and convulsing. "Answer me." He growled. "Yes." She breathed. "Oh God,
Isabella gasped and tried to regain her balance, knowing well that Antonio would go into a fit of rage if he saw her in this stranger's arms. The blonde man appeared surprised for a moment, then he smiled. "Are you alright, bellissima?" He uttered in thick Italian accent. His hand lowered down her back as he tried to push her up. "I'm fine." Isabella forced a smile and tried to move away from him, but he held her in place. "I'm sorry I...""Va bene, signòra. I am Bruno." His smile widened. He was completely drunk. "Nice to meet you, Bruno. Please let go of me." Isabella tried to move away, but his grip around her was like a vise. She looked behind her and panicked when she spotted Antonio coming towards the lounge. "I will let you go if you tell me your name." Bruno continued in a teasing manner, pulling her to sit beside him. "Let go." She snapped suddenly, snatching her hand away from his grip and moving away from him. A second later, she felt Antonio's strong arm curl around
"How long have you known Antonio?"Isabella stared at the blonde woman before her. She could smell the chocolatey fragrance from her cologne, and when she flicked her hair over her shoulder, she perceived a whiff of lavender."Uh, a month now." She answered, trying not to sound awkward. Compared to Caterina and the other woman seated around, she felt like a rag doll. "A month?" Caterina repeated, clearly surprised. She lit a cigarette, sucked in the smoke and blew it straight into Isabella's face. "That's surprising."Isabella felt the smoke scratch her throat but she tried not to let it show. "Why... why is it surprising?" She asked, breathing through her mouth.Caterina's smile widened and she blew another cloud of smoke on Isabella's face. Then she took a sip of wine and leaned back on the seat. "Because you're really not his type." She answered. "I've known Antonio for years, and trust me, you're not the kind of woman he finds interest in."Isabella felt her rebellious streak s
While Isabella tried not to squirm on top Antonio's lap, one of his acquaintances excused himself from the women seated beside him. He made his way over to Antonio's lounge, sucking on a cigar stick. He was buff, his wide shoulders filling out the brown tuxedo he had on. He had a faded scar running from the top of his left eye to his jaw, and when he flashed a smile, gold incisors peeked from his mouth. Isabella recognized him from the casino. He was the same man who sat beside her on the roulette table, the one she told to bet on a different number. "Don Antonio." He said with a wide grin, easing into the lounge. He puffed out the smoke and lazily glanced at Isabella. "Signòra, I doubt you remember me."Of course she did. When she opened her mouth to speak, the stimulator vibrated against her core and she shut her mouth immediately. She turned and glared at Antonio, but he had his eyes on the acquaintance. "Vincenzo Bianchi." Antonio murmured in greeting. "The club is never compl
Isabella sat stiffly beside Antonio as Mario backed the Rolls Royce out of the villa. She looked at him, noticing the smug smile on his lips, the way his stormy eyes danced with mirth. She thought back to the scene that played out in the room seconds ago. After he told her to lie on the bed, he gripped her legs himself and pushed them apart. Then he knelt between her thighs, holding the device up. "What is that?" She asked again, panting hard as he pushed her dress up. When he spotted the red thong, his eyes darkened with desire. He didn't give her an answer. His finger brushed her clit through the thong and she moaned, biting her lips. However he didn't touch her. The next thing she felt was a coldness against her skin and she gasped. Antonio clipped the device on her panty, the magnetic clips cinching immediately. Then he pulled down her dress and helped her up. She straightened, feeling the device rub against her inner thighs. Though it wasn't comfortable, she was dying to