With a little sob, she finally capitulated, softening and letting him take control.Her reward was a wash of delirious pleasure. Suddenly she felt what this kiss was doing to her. Her blood was hot, her erogenous zones sensitized and singing. His body seemed to envelop hers in sexual need. She was so steeped in desire, her knees folded.She would have gone anywhere with him in that moment. Would have let him do anything. She wanted him to cover her and push inside her and take her to a place where nothing could touch her.His assertiveness eased. His hand moved soothingly over her back. His damp lips tenderly caressed hers until they broke apart to gasp for air. He tucked her head under his jaw and held her ear against his pounding heart.She rested there, trying to catch her breath, listening to his heart slam, feeling like she’d been running and now the ache of exertion was catching up to her.He was hard, she realized, and she panged again with longing for this to be real, for the
She ought to be showing more decorum, but his tongue moved the silk of her top against her nipple in delicate friction. The dampness of his mouth enclosed her in heat, sucking and inciting. She was lost, groaning with delight as he tortured her, licking and moving that damp fabric, squeezing the swell of her breast just enough to push more blood into the tip.She was going to climax from this alone, she thought, working her nails with agitation against his shirt, thinking she should stop this, but she was compelled to keep going because it felt so damned good.Her waistband released and his other hand slid in, confident and possessive, cupping soaked lace, saying something in Italian she didn’t have the wherewithal to interpret, but he sounded pleased. Like he was complimenting her. She absolutely flowered when he sounded so appreciative and admiring.He held his palm steady for her to grind herself into the heel of his hand. She moaned with pleasure as her arousal became acute. She t
the harsh rays of sunlight scorched them as they stood facing eachother in the wide roofless room. they didn't know why they chose a roofless room containing cameras, to have their conversation. the sunlight tanned their delicate skins but they still stood, glaring at eachother, unflinching and oblivious to their surroundings, only themselves.Giovanni Sforza adjusted his poise as his glower at his nemesis, Carlo Rizzo deepened. The cheating bastard, Carlo had agreed to meet him openly here, both arriving with their soldiers and capos.He and Carlo's Ill fated relationship went way back to the generation before them. Back then, when he was merely an heir to the Sforza mafiadom, he'd watched his father closely and found out his dad had a lot of foes."one thing you should learn, Giovanni" his father had always told him "is that, a man couldn't have scaled to the top without making his fair share of enemies and allies. but a man's wisdom truly counts if he's able to make an equal balanc
"easy, Matt, I'll be at the party" said Bianca Rizzo, as she conversed with her boyfriend, Matt on the phone. across her, sat Allegra and Kimberly who both feasted on her with their eyes, waiting for what she'll say next, if they could be of any help with her conversation."okay, I'll get off the phone now, I've got to meet up with Spencer and Grant" said Matt to Bianca"alright, see you at the party " She replied and was about to hang up"I love you!" Matt interjected"Same" said Bianca and got a glare from the both of her friends."wait right there! I need you to say it" Matt pushed and she rolled her eyes, was it always necessary to reply a declaration of love when you're in a relationship? most times, she didn't deem it necessary to always declare love, she was someone who acted more than she spoke.But if Matt insisted..."okay, Matt, I love you too. happy now?""Babe that sounded really insincere " Matt complained"say it like you mean it"Bianca rolled her eyes again. he was ba
"how many shops were the emerald piece delivered to?" Lorenzo Sforza asked Jay, his distribution manager as he went through papers."Forty three sir," "in Norway?" he asked, to confirm the location"no sir, we made sure to deliver in Illinois first" replied Jay"you haven't distributed pieces at Norway yet?" "not yet, Sir. we are still making preparations" "go now," Lorenzo ordered "see to it that the pieces get delivered before nightfall""I'll get right to it sir" said Jay then scurried off. Lorenzo flipped through the last pages of the papers concerning work and kept it aside. work life today was tiring since he decided to work a nine to five.his schedule was always tight and sometimes he wondered when he would have time for a vacation, maybe at his hometown. he hadn't seen his parents for over six years since he traveled out to start his business. they'd only face timed. well, he doubted if they really missed him like they said because his smitten parents had eachother. he d
These last two days went like a blur for Bianca. Emergency flight to Italy, uncontrollable tears, her, continuously wishing this was all a dream, her friends trying their hardest to comfort her, her, missing Matt and most of all, her dad, her, getting home and not finding her dad after frantically searching for him both in the huge house and the family warehouse, her, seeing her mom in a desolate state as melancholy was the order of the day.she remembered her last conversation with her dad. tears cascaded down her cheeks as she reminisced.it was the beginning of a new semester in her faculty and she'd face timed her dadshe thought of their conversation. "hey" her dad said when he saw her. he looked busy but he went away from his capos and the others, to talk to her"hi Dad" she smiled "sup""how's my sweet figlia doing?" he asked her"I'm doing well, dad although it would have been good if you saw for yourself" "I'll make out time someday, sweet" "right" her bright countenance d
The door to the room where Lorenzo was staying in was unlocked four hours later but he continued to stay in the room until two days went by.His madre, Barbara had to go into the room to see him and get him to eat and shower."Mio figlio" she called him"do you want to leave me here too? you want to die?""Madre..." Lorenzo began"you haven't gotten out of here since two days. you haven't eaten since two days. you haven't showered since two days...." she reiterated "what is it you want, Lorenzo?"Lorenzo stared ahead, into thin air, oblivious to what his mother said. they both kept silent."he was shot in the head...." said Lorenzo "who did that to him?" he turned to his mom and watched her body quiver in fear before she answered"Carlo Rizzo""who's that?" He hadn't heard of any Carlo Rizzo before and didn't know why the person invoked such reaction from his mother."Your dad's archenemy", she said simplyHe knew that his dad made enemies and competitors in his mafia circles. that wa
Three weeks laterBianca sat on her bed, in her room, reading a book. three weeks had passed since her dad's death and two had passed since his burial. her dad's burial vibe was next level dreariness. sympathisers from all around the world attended, his siblings, his business allies, his friends, Allegra and Kim came too, her bitchy younger sister, Capria who didn't come home when she heard about their dad's death, came for the burial with her boyfriend, a skinny, blonde, freckle faced guy, and they both left the next day immediately after the burial. she didn't want to think of Capria at that moment. her ex boyfriend, Matt never called for once to share his sympathies or comfort her and it made her realise how cruel he was, and it also made her get over him quick.her mom's family and friends came too, her dad's business associates, capos, soldiers, his mafia consigliere. there were so many people who attended, but she took note of the important appearances. it took a lot of time and