Semua Bab I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo: Bab 91 - Bab 100

~Jason De Laurentis POV~"Ah! Take it easy, Marcus," I hissed, my breath hitching as his grip tightened around me. Pain lanced through me, sharp and unrelenting. "Why?" Marcus chuckled darkly, his lips curving into a smirk. "You like it when I go rough." Before I could protest, he gave me another hard stroke on my dick, the force making my body tense. A strangled moan escaped my lips, a mixture of pain and reluctant pleasure. "Ah! Yes—" "See? You like it, you little slut," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. Just then, a sharp knock echoed through the room. We froze. My pulse spiked with panic as we scrambled to pull our clothes back on, hurriedly straightening our appearances. The door swung open, and Antonio stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping over us with unmistakable amusement. "Are you two done?" His voice carried a smug undertone, as if he had caught us in the act—because he had. Heat rushed to my face, my ears burning as I avoided his knowing stare.

~Antonio Romano's POV~I stood there in front of Hayden, watching as his whole world came crashing down around him. The weight of my words was pressing on his chest like a heavy boulder, and I could see the flicker of disbelief in his eyes. It was almost amusing. Almost.I didn't know whether I should feel sorry for him or take pleasure in his turmoil. Perhaps a bit of both. But regardless of how he felt, or how much he struggled to grasp the truth, one thing remained certain—I would get what I wanted. And to do that, I needed him.“B-but, how’s that possible?” Hayden stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.A small chuckle escaped my lips. His reaction was predictable. Expected, even. Denial was always the first stage. I had seen it before, many times. The mind's desperate attempt to reject the impossible. But the truth had a way of forcing its way in, whether he liked it or not.“You might wanna sit down for this,” I said, gesturing toward a chair. I thought he might take my off

~Vincenzo’s POV~Dumas was dead, the mess was cleaned up, and Maria was safe. It felt like a strange kind of peace settled over me, one I wasn't sure I deserved but would gladly take. Everything had gone according to plan. There was no room for error, not in my world. The sense of finality, of closure, was almost comforting. And yet, something gnawed at the back of my mind—a sharp, quiet feeling that this was just another beginning.I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. I’d heard about Margot’s death. The news had come in swiftly, almost too quickly, as though the universe had been waiting to deliver its justice. Margot had poisoned herself after hearing about Luciano’s fate. Part of me couldn’t find the sympathy I should have felt. She’d known no one would come to her rescue—not after everything that happened. But still, the grim satisfaction of knowing she had made her own end didn’t make the sting of her loss any easier. Preparations were made

Vincenzo's POV The heavy wooden door closed behind me with a soft thud, and I found myself facing Antonio across a grand mahogany desk. His study was a picture of wealth and power, framed portraits of ancestors lining the walls and rich tapestries hanging with meticulous care. Yet none of this felt significant at the moment. Not with the weight of his words looming ahead, and certainly not with Hayden still lingering in my mind, his uncertainty, his confusion. I tried to focus on Antonio, but the tension in the air was palpable. It seemed as though the world had shrunk to the two of us, seated in this room, the past and future tangled in the thickening air between us. I crossed my arms and leaned back slightly, forcing myself to hold eye contact as Antonio spoke. “Okay, now that we're alone, we can talk about this a bit more freely,” he began, with his voice calm, almost soothing, but I could hear the quiet arrogance beneath it. He wasn’t just telling me facts. No, he was setting t

Vincenzo's POVI lay with my back on the bed and my sight pointed at the ceiling, letting my thoughts drift through the events of the last few hours. The intense moments with Hayden still replayed in my mind, and the feeling of his body against mine, the way he responded to me, it was everything. I thought about the way his body moved, and how he submitted to me, how he felt under my touch. Even now, just thinking about it made my body react. I could feel my cock stirring, remembering every detail of our connection.I turned my head and glanced over at Hayden. His eyes were open for a second, but then, just as soon as he noticed I was looking at him, he quickly shut them. I caught that little movement, but he didn’t know that I did. I chuckled to myself quietly."I know you're awake." I said chuckling as I adjusted my position.You seem awfully quiet, Hayden" I said softly with my voice low as I turned over to face him fully.He didn’t respond right away, which only made me even more