All Chapters of Amatucci Family: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I squinted against the strobing lights that felt like nails stabbing their way through my eyes and straight into my brain. My long light brown hair was a million-pound weight on my skull. The only thing that saved me was the fact that this dress didn't require a bra. Or, I should say, the only thing that saved Talia was my braless state.I was going to kill my best friend for forcing me to come here. It'll be fun. You need to get out of the house, Willow Chase. Life is passing you by while you sit here and live in the past. A noisy club at the end of the longest week on record was not my kind of fun. But Talia had begged. And I fell under her spell every freaking time. She was my last lifeline to the real world. She also made it so I couldn't ignore her. Even if I wanted to."Is this seat taken?" a tall man shouted as he approached the table. His shaggy brown hair was pushed up and off his face that framed the chiseled edges like he was an angel. He didn't even bother waiting fo

Ten minutes agoI slammed through the doors of the stairwell. Fucking doctors. If they would just make up their minds and stick to a single course of action, maybe Corrie wouldn't be stuck in this life-sucking hellhole. I jerked to a halt just inside the stairwell, snarled at the person sitting on the steps. If she was here to get some kind of story, I was going to toss her down the stairs and spit on her mangled corpse as I walked out into the night. Fucking doctors. Fucking reporters. Someone was going to die. It might as well be her. She was in the ugliest clothes I've ever seen. She was shaking like a leaf, trembling on the stairs, her fist shoved into her mouth. Haunted eyes wide. Not a reporter then. Or a very good actress."Willow? Is that you?" A hard male voice asked from a couple floors above. He sounded like an asshole used to getting his way. I couldn't fault him for that. But I could fault him for being a fucking doctor in this fucking hospital right now.

Rafe's warm hands supported me as I tried to get my fuzzy brain to clear. He helped me get the t-shirt on and my arms through the sleeves. "Where am I again?"He pulled the material down my torso. "Ryker Penn's penthouse apartment downtown. He rescued you from the hospital." I shook my head. "What happened? Last thing I knew I was trying to escape from the hospital room. Where was Dom?" I heard the betrayal in my voice. Hoped the youngest Amatucci brother hadn't. "He got a call. Someone said Momma had fallen, that she'd been taken to the emergency department." Rafe's voice was a hard, sharp blade.Once he got me situated to his liking, he turned me and propped me up against the raised bed. He looked at my eyes, pulling the lower lids down softly. "Follow my finger with just your eyes."I obediently moved my eyes from left to right. He let out a huge breath. "Thank fuck. Your eyes are tracking and your pupils are the same size." He reached forward, poked gently at the bac

"Please, Mr. Penn. Please," her voice was high pitched and shaky as she begged me. The muscles of her legs stood out in relief as she straddled the Hitachi without coming. If she came without permission, everything would end. The worst sort of torture for a masochist was no torture at all. I flicked the chain that connected the clover clamps attached to each of her nipples. Her body rippled as I forced more sensation on her. I leaned down, grabbed her chin. Bringing her face up to mine, I took her mouth. Claimed her lips and tongue with my own. As she was sinking into the kiss, I pulled away. Pushed her head down to my waiting cock. As her lips closed around the mushroom head, I wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed. Synra had a list of hard limits that I could count on one hand. She loved everything right on the edge. And I loved giving it to her. With almost clinical detachment, I monitored her body. The red flush of her face, the straining of her muscles. The

I clenched my back teeth as my formal name spilled from her lips. She didn't have a fucking clue what was going on, but her submission was about to land her under me. I'd give her some damned waves to ride. "Get the fuck on, Penn," Domenico barked. Thank fuck he couldn't see my face. He'd have me shot and buried so fast, Willow's legs would still be black and blue. I winced again as I looked at her legs. They were perfectly shaped. Her hips plush enough to grip and not hit bone. Her legs would look fucking fantastic around my waist. "Mr. Penn?" Willow said softly. Her eyelids fluttered as if she were getting ready to open her eyes again. I growled at her. They lay still once more. Fuck. I needed to get her moving and get the fuck out of here. She was bad for my wellbeing. "Okay, Willow, put your hands on my waist." Did I really need her touching me to maneuver her body? No. But no one else needed to know that. Her hands lifted slowly, a furrow tugged at her brow