All Chapters of Italian Mafia 2: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

❧ Fiorella ☙"I'll take you of that have no doubt, I will, but since you've been such a bad boy, I'm not going to give you the pleasure of taking you like I always did, not yet." His gaze hardens."And just so we're on the same page. If I see you fucking Connor or Brendan again, I'll strip you naked and leave you with my guards. They will more than make sure every one of your holes is filled. is that clear?" I nod quickly, not taking my eyes off him. He drops his gaze down my body, and then a squirt of liquid follows.The oil, or lube, I think, since I can't see the bottle, coats the seam of my ass, runs down my thighs and even my upper back as he rubs it into my skin. I am trembling, shuddering.This is not what I wanted, not like this. The thought of him spreading me open with his cock and sliding it in there makes me shudder again. I shouldn't be filled with sticky heat. "You're shaking, is it because I threatened you?" he says from behind me.He's tracing that tight little crease

❧ Darian ☙ "I guess I should have made things more clear with you yesterday. What we did was fucking and it was more of a punishment to get you back in line than anything else, if you thought that would make anything between us change, I'm so sorry Fiorella, my feelings haven't changed towards you, but neither will my anger and contempt." Her eyes narrow and she steps forward."And me waking up in your bed, was that part of the punishment too?" I get up from the chair immediately.Something more than anger, more than my need to master my emotions flows inside me. When I meet her anger with my own, she staggers backwards until I press her against the wall. "Listen to me well Fiorella, that was a stupid mistake on my part I admit it, you mean nothing more to me than revenge an end to my plans, you are nothing in my life anymore. Yesterday was satisfying and nothing more. It felt good, but don't think a little sex is going to divert me from my goals. Nothing on this planet has that pow

❧ Fiorella ☙"Let no one touch her until she is bought and paid for," he says, in a voice that echoes through the room. A few groans and protests are heard, but they die down and then silence reigns.I am lifted onto a low stage or platform and left in an elevated position to be inspected. I plead with every god I can think of that no one go against their order to touch me. At any moment, I fear the vomit will spiral out of some hidden depth.Of course, it doesn't. I shouldn't like how protective he sounds or the tight grip he keeps on my neck. It's almost comforting to feel possessed by him, I can't afford to be disappointed.He escorts me through a warehouse full of people wanting to buy from me. As far as I'm concerned, this place could burn to the ground with everyone in it. He leans in and whispers, "Behave yourself." I put on my worst fake smile and, not bothering to lower my voice, tell him, "Fuck off."His hand tightens on my neck for a moment, and then he pushes me away, rele

❧ Fiorella ☙I'm half expecting Darian to walk through the door, but I know better than to expect such a thing. Instead, a familiar face enters the room. I'm not foolish enough to relax, not around this stranger."Who are you, you didn't get your turn, so now you're here to take advantage of it before you miss your chance while I'm alone?"He approaches me, slowly, like a wolf hunting for its prey, but I stand my ground despite the fear roaring in my blood and the trembling in my hands. When he remains silent, the knot of fear in my gut tightens will be that this man is the one who bought me. "What do you want? Surely you didn't come here just to look at me." Even though the words come out whole, they betray my defeat. "Please leave me alone, I am nobody's property, if you bought me let me go I beg you." Again, he says nothing, doesn't even look at me, keeping his gaze firmly on my shoulder.These are my last moments of freedom, who knows what will come next. I don't want these last

❧ Fiorella ☙ I brace myself for whatever he's going to do to me, but I'm not ready for him to rip my shirt down the center. The cold air comes in contact with my heated skin and hardens my nipples. I immediately look around in panic.The driver who is taking us is parking the car, the windows are dark, but there is no separation between the front and back seat, which means the guy behind the wheel can hear us perfectly. "Take off your pants and underwear or I'll rip them off too." Before I can repeat myself, I pull the torn edges of the T-shirt off my arms and head for the waistband of my leggings. "What am I going to wear then, do you want everyone to see me naked?". I glance toward the front seat, where her driver has his eyes fixed on the road. "Don't worry about him." He unbuttons his shirt, takes it off and leaves it on the back of the seat next to me."For later," he explains."After what?" I can't control my agitated breathing as I lift my hips and shed my pants and underwe