When Adrian woke up the next morning at the sight of dawn, his body ached with exhaustion. The pleasure he had indulged in last night was necessary at that time; it was a means for him to escape the only thought that had been on his mind. But now that he was awake in the cold and quiet morning after, the heartache crept back in. He always tried to deny it, but his feelings for Rhea seemed to be growing stronger in the wake of her death. It felt sharper and more suffocating.His eyes flickered over to the bed where both Selene’s and the blonde girl’s bodies were sprawled out on the bed, naked.He held back nothing in their sexual activities last night, and even as they slept on this morning, he could see the satisfaction and tiredness on their faces. He wasn’t called Adrian Vitale, the masterfucker, for nothing.He sighed and then swung his legs off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor of his luxury suite. The reality of the scenario settled on his chest again. None of these m
Pietro, the fisherman, sat in his usual spot on the small cottage porch with a cigarette between his fingers, smoking and looking out to the horizon. As soon as Rhea came out to join him, he squashed the cigarette and threw the stub away. “I don’t want you inhaling smoke because of the baby.” He said to Rhea, who had just taken a seat close to him. Baby. It was still a difficult concept to grasp, especially since her stomach was still looking flat and normal. She watched the sky and then gently rested her hand on her belly, as if to feel the baby. “I need to start living again,” she said quietly, but Pietro heard her.He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. “You are living.”“No,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m surviving. Breathing, eating, and hiding.” Her voice strengthened with each word. “But I can’t hide behind your kindness forever. You pulled me from the river and saved me; you gave me shelter, and I’ll never forget it. But I have to be something more than thi
Rhea was beginning to settle into her routine. Her training with Pietro was progressing. She had learned and was still learning self-defense and survival.Pietro was able to get her the new papers, an official ID with her new name and a clean record. A very important step towards blending into the real world without people knowing she was living on zero personality or memories.Not long after, she started working at a local cafe, where the owners welcomed her. The work wasn’t so difficult as it involved waiting tables, taking orders, and serving coffee. She was careful to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself. Her job gave her a sense of normalcy, and the people she met there were kind.Ryea didn’t engage much, but she learned to read people by observing their habits, their moods, and even their small gestures. It became a way for her to feel some sense of control in her new life.It was midday at the cafe, and the shift was usually the calmest because it was after the
Rhea, with a tinge of excitement within her, continued her day. When she got home, she made dinner and did some other chores while humming songs she had picked up recently. Pietro returned, and she served dinner. As they both ate, he noticed that her eyes seemed happier, and she was bubblier than usual. “You eyes are glowing, bambina. Anything new at work?”Rhea nodded. “I remembered something today.”That made him sit up to listen more. “A dream?” he asked cautiously.“No,” she said. “Not a dream or one of those foggy flashes. This…this one, zio, it felt real. Like a real memory. Something that actually happened.”He studied her face and saw her excitement. “Tell me.”“Today at the cafe, the television was on. I looked up and saw Governor Ricci speaking on the TV. Next thing I know, I was somewhere else. I saw myself in a ballroom or something like that.” She swallowed. “People, including myself, were dressed fancy, talking, and drinking. The governor was on something like a sta
It was just another morning. The sky was still pale with early light, casting long shadows through the small, sleepy Sicilian village.Rhea walked briskly toward the café, arms tucked into her light jacket, her boots tapping against the uneven cobblestones. The streets were mostly quiet at this hour, but a few familiar faces were out.“Buongiorno, Sofia!” called out Mrs. Fabici, the old florist who always opened her shop early.“Buongiorno, Mrs. Fabici,” Rhea smiled warmly.A young delivery boy cycled past and gave her a nod. She returned it with a polite smile, then turned into the narrow side street that cut behind the church, a quicker route she’d taken dozens of times.Then it happened.A black van screeched around the bend ahead. The sound of tires scraping the edge of the road made her stop mid-step. The van slowed too quickly and sharply, making her stomach twist. Something was wrong.The side door flew open.Two men in dark hoodies jumped out.Rhea froze for half a second befo
“Say my name!” “Adrian!”, the woman screamed“You know what? Today is your lucky day, so tell me exactly how you want me.” Adrian said to her amidst playing with her clit, teasing and rubbing it as she moanedWith lightning speed, he pulled his fingers and inserted them into her wet pussy. She wasn’t expecting that, so she screamed.“Adrian, I want…” she moaned. She was already on edge as he fucked her intensely with his digits. She couldn’t say anything else but his name. She couldn’t even bring herself to make demands. He only stopped finger-fucking her when he saw her cum on his fingers. She was spent.“I’m gonna fuck you hard. This is just the beginning, so brace yourself, you whore.” Before she could reply, he pulled her closer to his face and buried his face in her chest. He latched his lips around her swollen nipples, which, in his opinion, had been calling out to him.He suckled on her breasts in fierce tugs like a hungry child on his mother’s breasts while his fingers hover
“You expect me to marry him?”Rhea’s voice sliced through the dimly lit study, filled with the heavy scent of cigar smoke. Her father, Enrico Moretti, sat behind his grand polished desk, exuding authority as he observed her outburst with cold detachment. Across from him, Dante leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching her with something close to amusement.“Lower your voice, Rhea,” Dante murmured. “Unless you want the whole damn house to hear you.”“I don’t care who hears me!” she snapped, pacing in front of them. “You can’t seriously think I’m going to marry Adrian Vitale.”“As in, Adrian, the son and successor of our family’s biggest rival?”Enrico exhaled, rubbing his temples as if her anger was nothing more than an inconvenience. “You will do as you’re told.”Rhea let out a bitter laugh. “I knew you were ruthless, Father, but this? Selling me off like a—”“Enough,” Enrico cut her off sharply, his deep voice laced with finality. “This is not about marriage. This is about war.”
Rhea had experienced a turbulent two weeks. Her father had ordered her to infiltrate the Vitale family under the guise of marriage, claiming it was the only way to finally bring them down. And now the wedding day she dreaded was finally here.Rhea stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite, the silk of her wedding dress cascading around her beautiful, shapely body. It was an exquisite creation, hand-stitched lace framing her delicate shoulders, the fitted bodice hugging her form before spilling into an ethereal train. A vision of perfection. A vision of a dutiful bride.But inside, she was suffocating. A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.Izzy came into the room and stood beside her, adjusting the delicate diamond tiara placed on Rhea’s rich, curly brown hair. “You look… breathtaking,” she murmured, but there was sadness in her voice.Rhea’s lips curved into a hollow smile. “Isn’t that the point?”Izzy’s grip tightened on Rhea’s hand. “You don’t have to go
It was just another morning. The sky was still pale with early light, casting long shadows through the small, sleepy Sicilian village.Rhea walked briskly toward the café, arms tucked into her light jacket, her boots tapping against the uneven cobblestones. The streets were mostly quiet at this hour, but a few familiar faces were out.“Buongiorno, Sofia!” called out Mrs. Fabici, the old florist who always opened her shop early.“Buongiorno, Mrs. Fabici,” Rhea smiled warmly.A young delivery boy cycled past and gave her a nod. She returned it with a polite smile, then turned into the narrow side street that cut behind the church, a quicker route she’d taken dozens of times.Then it happened.A black van screeched around the bend ahead. The sound of tires scraping the edge of the road made her stop mid-step. The van slowed too quickly and sharply, making her stomach twist. Something was wrong.The side door flew open.Two men in dark hoodies jumped out.Rhea froze for half a second befo
Rhea, with a tinge of excitement within her, continued her day. When she got home, she made dinner and did some other chores while humming songs she had picked up recently. Pietro returned, and she served dinner. As they both ate, he noticed that her eyes seemed happier, and she was bubblier than usual. “You eyes are glowing, bambina. Anything new at work?”Rhea nodded. “I remembered something today.”That made him sit up to listen more. “A dream?” he asked cautiously.“No,” she said. “Not a dream or one of those foggy flashes. This…this one, zio, it felt real. Like a real memory. Something that actually happened.”He studied her face and saw her excitement. “Tell me.”“Today at the cafe, the television was on. I looked up and saw Governor Ricci speaking on the TV. Next thing I know, I was somewhere else. I saw myself in a ballroom or something like that.” She swallowed. “People, including myself, were dressed fancy, talking, and drinking. The governor was on something like a sta
Rhea was beginning to settle into her routine. Her training with Pietro was progressing. She had learned and was still learning self-defense and survival.Pietro was able to get her the new papers, an official ID with her new name and a clean record. A very important step towards blending into the real world without people knowing she was living on zero personality or memories.Not long after, she started working at a local cafe, where the owners welcomed her. The work wasn’t so difficult as it involved waiting tables, taking orders, and serving coffee. She was careful to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself. Her job gave her a sense of normalcy, and the people she met there were kind.Ryea didn’t engage much, but she learned to read people by observing their habits, their moods, and even their small gestures. It became a way for her to feel some sense of control in her new life.It was midday at the cafe, and the shift was usually the calmest because it was after the
Pietro, the fisherman, sat in his usual spot on the small cottage porch with a cigarette between his fingers, smoking and looking out to the horizon. As soon as Rhea came out to join him, he squashed the cigarette and threw the stub away. “I don’t want you inhaling smoke because of the baby.” He said to Rhea, who had just taken a seat close to him. Baby. It was still a difficult concept to grasp, especially since her stomach was still looking flat and normal. She watched the sky and then gently rested her hand on her belly, as if to feel the baby. “I need to start living again,” she said quietly, but Pietro heard her.He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. “You are living.”“No,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m surviving. Breathing, eating, and hiding.” Her voice strengthened with each word. “But I can’t hide behind your kindness forever. You pulled me from the river and saved me; you gave me shelter, and I’ll never forget it. But I have to be something more than thi
When Adrian woke up the next morning at the sight of dawn, his body ached with exhaustion. The pleasure he had indulged in last night was necessary at that time; it was a means for him to escape the only thought that had been on his mind. But now that he was awake in the cold and quiet morning after, the heartache crept back in. He always tried to deny it, but his feelings for Rhea seemed to be growing stronger in the wake of her death. It felt sharper and more suffocating.His eyes flickered over to the bed where both Selene’s and the blonde girl’s bodies were sprawled out on the bed, naked.He held back nothing in their sexual activities last night, and even as they slept on this morning, he could see the satisfaction and tiredness on their faces. He wasn’t called Adrian Vitale, the masterfucker, for nothing.He sighed and then swung his legs off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor of his luxury suite. The reality of the scenario settled on his chest again. None of these m
Adrian and the ladies made their way to the luxury suite that was always reserved for him in the hotel section of the casino.When they got to the suite, the bucket of champagne bottles he had ordered prior was already waiting for them on the table that was at the center of the room. “Mmmmhhh… Champagne,” the blonde said with excited eyes. “I told you tonight was for fun.” Adrian said as he picked up one bottle from the bunch and opened it. Selene at the other end of the room smiled. She was already tipsy from all the whisky she had consumed at the casino.More champagne couldn’t hurt.He poured the drink into glasses for them, and they both picked it up and gulped from it. While still savouring the rich taste of the drink, Adrian pushed the blonde against the wall in a dominating manner. He studied her face, and the next thing, he tore her dress from the middle. The two ladies gasped at the display of strength. Adrian smirked while still pinning her against the wall. And then
“Fine. But don’t think for one second this changes anything.” Selene said, rolling her eyes. Adrian’s smirk didn’t fade. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”“There’s an extra catch to the fun we having tonight.” Selene looked up at him with delight. “What?”Adrian leaned in closer, his lips almost grazing her ear as he whispered, “I want another girl.”Selene pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she processed Adrian’s words.Her lips curled into a tiny smile. She wanted his dick inside her, but she was equally down for some extra fun; after all, she was a bad girl. But why didn’t Adrian want just her?“A threesome, then?” She asked, a mix of bitterness and amusement in her voice.Adrian gave a slight nod, his smirk very noticeable. “Exactly. One that you won’t forget.”The idea wasn’t foreign to her; she knew exactly what he was capable of. She smiled. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m choosing.”Adrian slapped her butt lightly.“Hahaha….. I’m gonna have to trust your judgement, Selene.”
When Adrian entered the casino , a lot of eyes turned to him. He was the almighty Vitale, of course. Even some smaller mafia family members in attendance recognised the arrival of a larger player, therefore knowing they were no longer in charge. The casino was alive with energy, and the lights shone and sparkled very brightly. People were everywhere, laughing, talking, and shouting. You could also hear loud shouts of joy from people that had just won big.The crowd was mixed with well-dressed men and beautiful women dressed beautifully. Waitresses were carrying drinks around with smiles on their faces and engaging customers.Flanked by two of his men, he made his way towards the VIP section. Here, only the rich who were willing to gamble with hundreds of thousands of dollars were allowed to play. There was no room for bargainers or low-level gamblers. When he got to the VIP section, he joined the men there playing a game of poker. Chips were stacked in front of them, indicating the
Adrian was seated in his office, which is located in the city. He had just spent the whole day in meetings and speaking with business partners.Some needed an extra level of convincing that things were back to normal and that their businesses and investments were safe with the Vitales, and Adrian did a good job at that.His icy blue eyes were lost in thoughts; his mind drifted off to Rhea, and the ache he felt in his chest today was still as heavy as the day he found out about the betrayal and everything that followed it.Luca came into the office, and shortly after, Marco entered.Adrian didn’t look up yet as he flipped through some documents on his table before finally speaking.“Any news about the fucking Bianchis?” Adrian asked, still with his face buried in the documents.“Quiet. Almost too quiet,” replied Marco.Adrian looked up, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t like quiet. It means they are planning something. What are they playing at?”Marco exchanged a quick glance with Luca, who