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, signÃēra. 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
"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,
"Where are we going to, aunt Sophia?" Isabella asked as her aunty ushered her out of the apartment and into a waiting car. "We have to meet with one of your uncles." The elderly woman replied. "He has promised to give us some money for your upkeep.""Oh. Maybe I can finally go to college." Isabella said hopefully, but Sophia ignored her. They got into the car and the driver sped off. Soon the dusty roads of the countryhome where they lived gave way to the bustling express of Las Vegas. Isabella was just twenty two, young and totally dependent on her aunty, Sophia. Her parents had been murdered when she was just an infant, so the only family she relied on were her relatives. According to Sophia, she had her mother's physical beauty, but her father's rebellious streak. Isabella had midnight dark hair, a shade which was unlike any other. Her eyes were the darkest obsidian, sharp and filled with a million questions, with skin as pale as milk. Growing up, she had been curious about e
The glare of the hot sun roused Isabella the next morning. She opened her eyes and winced due to the sudden brightness. It took a while for her to adjust to the light, and when she opened her eyes again, she was shocked at the scene before her. She was in a metal cage, and there were other young girls around her. She sat up quickly, wondering how she got there. She was still in the dress she had on the previous night, damp from the rain. She was chained, just like the other girls. There were several other cages holding other girls, and the cages were chained to metal poles in a large open backyard. Frowning in confusion, Isabella leaned towards the girl beside her and whispered. "Hey. Do you know what's going on?"The girl stared at her blankly before answering. "What does it look like? We're going to be sold.""Sold?""To the highest bidder." The girl nodded. "A lot of us were lured here, while others were sold to dealers, who would resell us for pure gold."Isabella found it d
He was no ordinary stranger. He was the king of the mafia world. The immortal boss, as everyone called him. Don Antonio de Marino, the notorious El Capo and ruler of La Vendetta Oscura, the largest and most powerful mafia organization in Las Vegas. The mention of his name brought men to their knees and seized them with terror. He was ruthless, merciless, a menace, and even the police steered clear of him. His world revolved around three things: wealth, power and revenge. He changed women more than he changed outfits, and women always crowded around him, wanting a taste of the forbidden. To say he was good looking was an understatement. He seemed to have been carved from gold, crafted by the expert hands of gods. He had a deathly aura, and even the strongest of men trembled at his presence. That morning, he woke up troubled. And it was a rare thing for him to be troubled. He found it difficult to forget the girl he saw the previous night. Thinking about her now, the scene repla
Isabella tightened the jacket around her shoulder as they headed outside. Mario who had been waiting patiently, spotted them and hurried towards the waiting car. Some of the other gang members noticed Antonio and Isabella, and they whispered within themselves. It was very rare for a slave to be bought at such high amount. Pedro noticed Antonio and he quickly excused himself from the men he was discussing with. "Antonio." He called out. Antonio frowned impatiently and turned around. "SÃŽ, Pedro.""Are you leaving so soon? I thought you might stick around for a while."Then his gaze shifted to Isabella and he leered at her. "She's a pretty one." He mentioned. "You lucky bastard. How did you snag her before anyone else could buy her?"He reached out to touch her face, but Antonio's hand shot out and grabbed him, stopping him halfway. "Remember my rule, amico." He muttered. "This one is mine. Don't touch her."Pedro grinned and retracted his hand. "Forgive me. I just thought maybe.
"Frankie, how long before the shipment arrives at Vegas?" Antonio barked into his cellphone, pacing around the room in annoyance. He had discarded his white sleeve, and all he had on was a pair of dark tailored trousers. He was shirtless and barefooted. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he listened to the man on the other end. "SignÃēre Antonio, there is a slight problem with the shipment." Frankie replied, his voice filled with fear. "Che cazzo dici?" Antonio snapped. "What the fuck are you saying?""It is Sebastian, signÃēre. He is staking a claim to the gold shipment?""Sebastian?" Antonio repeated the name like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "Which Sebastian?""Sebastian Giovanni." Frankie answered. "He claims to have laid eyes on the gold before you. He and his men plan to hijack the ship before it gets to the port.""The damned bastard." Antonio cursed. "You listen to me, Frankie. If anything happens to that shipment, you're dead! I don't know how you plan to do it, but I w
Antonio felt the splatter of vomit on his shirt and he went still. Cursing softly, he turned around and stared at Isabella silently. She stared back at him innocently, wiping her mounth. He was too pissed to say a word, to surprised to wonder what kind of girl she was. So he unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it the ground. He reached out to grab her hand and she backed away. "I can't believe you killed him." She whispered. "My patience is being held by a thin thread." He murmured coldly to her. "So you better behave yourself."Isabella looked up at him, her eyes flashing with defiance. The way he called her name sounded too intimate, too sensual. It belied the storm in his eyes. "If you don't come with me, you'll be standing behind my gun next." He grabbed her hand again and pulled her along with him to the car. When she got in, he slammed the door and walked to the driver's side. Then he got in and sped away. The ride back to the villa was quiet. But not for long. "What were you
"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, signÃēra. 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. "SignÃēra, 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
It had been too easy for Isabella to find the perfect gown, the type she knew Antonio would love. It was the first thing she saw when she walked into the mall. Black, glittery, short with a sinful high slit, topped with a silver bow. She found the perfect heels to go with it and by the time she stepped out of the mall with Mario behind her, her face was hot with a blush. The ride home was silent. Mario didn't talk much, but the silence around him didn't feel intimidating anymore. Isabella sat at the back of the sleek maybach sedan, watching the other cars blur as they zoomed past the express. Her shopping bag lay beside her on the seat, the sides digging into her waist. She had added a pair of red lacy bra and matching thong, and now that she thought about it, she wondered what Antonio would say when he saw it. She had intentionally bought it because of him, to cause a little trouble. She envisioned it on her body as Antonio led her to the pleasure room. He would restrain her
Isabella sat cross legged on the couch, waiting for Antonio to come back from the bathroom. The spot beside her felt hot, giving her a hard time forgetting what occurred moments ago. A girl has to do anything to get what she wants, she thought to herself. Slowly but steadily, Antonio was getting wrapped around her fingers. He came back to the room after washing off. His pants were back in place, but he had taken off his shirt. His body gleamed like bronze as he stopped beside the bed and tossed his phone on it. He got on the bed and leaned against the pillows, his legs stretched out before him. "Come here, amore." He called to her. Isabella slowly got up and walked to the other side of the bed. She crawled on top, intent on lying beside him. But he held her hand and pulled her across his body so she straddled him. She felt his crotch twitch, despite the release he just had. His hands rested lightly on her hips while his thumbs stroked her thighs. "Are you comfortable?" He aske
Isabella stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the side of neck. Dark red spots dotted her skin, from beneath her ear to her shoulder. It didn't hurt when she touched them, and a moment later, she realized what they were. Hickeys. Proof of Antonio's sinful lips on her body last night. She touched the spots, her finger grazing over them. It brought back memories of that wild night. How he restrained her with chains and tortured her body wickledly, and how he bent her over the couch and fucked her from behind, his lustful groans, the spanks... She shut her eyes, soaking in the memories. The thought of having such wild, erotic sex every night excited her immensely. She could already picture herself in the pleasure room, suspended with the chains, helplessly submissive to him. Her train of thoughts embarrassed her and she quickly changed into the t-shirt and shorts just as Antonio entered the room. She took one look at him and knew immediately that he was pissed. A deep frown furr
Surprised at seeing Antonio appear out of nowhere, Isabella slipped and fell back into the water. Antonio's smile disappeared when she didn't surface. He immediately discarded his jacket and dove into the pool, fully dressed. By the time he grabbed her and pulled her to the surface, he was totally soaked. She coughed, choking slightly as the water got into her air way. "You shouldn't go in the water if you can't swim." Antonio muttered, walking over to shallow part. "I... I can swim." She replied, breathing heavily. "I just... you startled me and I slipped."She pushed the wet strands of hair away from her eyes and gazed at him. "Why did you jump in? You're all wet. Were you so worried that I'll drown?"Antonio lowered her into the water beside him and stood back staring at her. "Maybe I should have let you drown." He muttered. Isabella laughed, swirling her hands in the water. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you had a pool. I would have come here sooner, rather than stay indoors all