***WARNING | STEAMY SCENE***
*Penelope’s POV*
Edgardo went still, making me look at his face with brows furrowed. “Edgardo?” I whispered as his jaw ticked in anger.
“Doppia sicurezza e preparati a un attacco.” (Italian for “Double security and get ready for an attack.”) Edgardo spat, ignoring my question and pushing open the door.
‘Oh, we have arrived already?’ I asked myself. Damn, I must have been really distracted. ‘Of course, being a hoe.’ The little devil on my shoulder chimed in. Or maybe it was the angel. Dio, I don’t even know anymore.
A rough tug forced me back to the present. “Let’s go Penelope.” Edgardo muttered as he drew his gun, looking all over the area before pulling me behind him and shouting at the others in Italian.
What the hell was going on?
“Edgardo!” I shouted, pulling my hand back, making him turn with a glare. “What the hell is going on? What did they send you?”
“Penelope.” He hissed, tightening his hold on my hand, and pulling me against his chest. “Don’t ask fūcking questions and just come with me.”
“No!” I told him, shaking my head, making his eyes turn dark. “Not until you tell me what is going on.”
“Edgardo, should we warn Capo?” Someone jogged over to us, interrupting us.
“No. No one interrupt Capo unless you all have a death wish.” He replied without turning their way. “Just make sure no one enters or leaves the territory.”
“You heard him.” The guy shouted to all the others as they chambered their guns and followed orders. “Move it.”
“Let’s go, Penelope.” He said, ready to pull me again, but I ripped my wrist from his hold and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Come ho detto. Non vado da nessuna parte finché non mi dici cosa sta succedendo.” (Italian for “Like I said. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on.”) I replied stubbornly as he leaned closer to my face, gritting his teeth.
“Non vai da nessuna parte?” (Italian for “You aren’t going anywhere?”) He asked as his eyes pierced right through mine as I gulped before nodding quickly. “Sei sicuro?” (Italian for “Are you sure?”) He questioned further, making my arms drop as I looked away.
I took a deep breath, trying to gain the courage again before turning back to him. The moment I looked at him, my eyes went wide when I found him smiling.
“Wha— Put me down!” I yelled from over his shoulder. It was too damn fast for me to stop him. “Edgardo!” I continued fighting with him as he started moving toward the estate again before he smacked my asš, forcing a yelp out of me.
“You look even sexier from this view.” He chuckled as he lifted his hand between my legs and dipped his fingers right in, making me gasp.
“Edgardo.” I whined, gripping onto his shirt tightly as the other men smirked toward us, making me turn even more red than earlier when we were being watched in the car. “Where are you taking me?”
“To my room.” He replied as soon as he entered the estate.
Oh, mio Dio. I will not be able to control myself if we go to his room. “No. I need to go home.” I mumbled, not believing the sad excuse myself.
“There is no way in hell you are leaving this place with the war just declared on us.” He scoffed, making his way through the house before another door opened.
I was about to squirm in his arms again so he could put me down when what he said settled in. “What war?” I asked with wide eyes.
He didn’t even reply. He just gently removed me from his shoulder and threw me on a very comfortable bed. I looked up at him, feeling my body instantly heat up as my throat went drier than the Sahara Dessert.
“Edgardo.” I panted when he removed his black shirt and reached for his pants. “What—”
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to shower.” He replied seriously before reaching for one of the drawers. “Here.” He muttered, throwing a t-shirt on the bed. “You can change to that.”
“But I have my own clothes.” I informed him, causing him to groan in annoyance.
“Yes. On the same floor as Capo. No one is allowed, not even on the stairs that lead to that floor.” He mumbled, making me sigh as I grabbed the shirt.
“Edgardo?” I asked, looking at his retreating back before he suddenly stopped with his hand on the doorknob.
“What?” He asked in a tired tone.
“What war?” I repeated the question as he took a deep breath.
“Don’t worry about it, little girl.” He replied, making my hands ball around the t-shirt as I got ready to throw it at him, but he walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him before I could.
“Asšhole.” I muttered under my breath as I reached for the hem of my dress.
*Alberto’s POV*
“Dio mío! I can’t.” She cried as the butt plug, and I took her over the edge. “I can’t hold it!”
“You better fūcking hold it.” I hissed from between her legs as I rolled her clīt piercing between my fingers
Okay, maybe I was being an asšhole. I wanted her to disobey me. I loved it when she fūcking disobeyed, but don’t tell her that. It gave me an excuse to punish her, tease her, teach her who owns her and her body.
“Padrino.” She gasped out, pulling away from my warm breath and hands.
I stopped teasing her clīt, lifting her asš and spanking it hard. “What was that?” I questioned as I gripped her hair tightly.
“I mean, Sir.” She muttered before screāming when I smacked her other asš cheek.
“Too fūcking late.” I hissed, reaching for the butt plug with my free hand and turning it off.
She shivered before turning around to look at me.
“Stand.” I commanded her as her breath hitched. “Now.”
“Sir.” She gasped out, standing up on shaky legs as I took a seat on the couch. “What—”
“Lay on my lap, asš up, face down.” I interrupted her, making her eyes grow wide. “It’s time for your spanking.”
She climbed on my lap, straddling me, and rubbing her hands through my hair. “Do as I say.” I told her, squeezing her waist gently.
“Do your worst.” She whispered in my ear before lying on my lap.
I don’t know what the fūck I was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. Isa was definitely going to be the death of me.
She pushed her asš back, breaking me from my trance. If it was possible for a cōck to sprain a muscle from how hard it was, I’m sure I would have sprained it a thousand times.
“Safe word?” I asked her as I ran my hands up the back of her thighs before squeezing her asš cheek.
“I already said it earlier.” She scoffed, turning her face sideways so I could see her rolling her eyes, making me squeeze her asš tightly while digging my nails.
“Fūck.” She cried out, gripping onto the armrest of the seat. “Angel.”
“Good girl.” I murmured, curling my finger, and running it up and down her dripping slit.
With my other hand, I grabbed her hair, bringing her face closer to me. “It’ll be ten instead of twenty spankings because I need to have my dīck inside of you already. But after I’ve fūcked you, we will complete the next ten.” I told her as she licked her lips.
I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly.
My grip on her hair tightened as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You didn’t count so that one won’t be considered part of the ten.” I told her, making her whimper. I spanked her hard again, forcing her to screām ‘one’. “That’s more like it.” I whispered in her ear, caressing her asš cheek with the hand that delivered the blow. “I love making you screām.”
I stopped caressing her asš to smack the same red cheek again. “Two.” She panted as her legs trembled before screāming ‘three’ with the next smack.
I stopped spanking her to feel how wet she was. I grinned at her dripping cunt as I scooped her juices and lifted my hand to her mouth. “Lick my hand clean.” I ordered her as she opened her mouth wide, looking so fūcking hot that my balls were stimulating my cōck to shoot out spurts of my cūm. I was holding on by a thread.
Before she could finish, licking my hand, I pulled it away and spanked her again. She cried out in surprise as I got ready to tell her off for not counting, but she stiffened before shouting ‘four’.
“You were so close to starting over.” I chuckled in her ear as I delivered another smack to her bright red asš.
“Five. Fūck.” She thrashed on my lap while I caressed her sensitive buns.
I felt bad for punishing the same asš cheek, so the next spanking was on her untouched one. “Six.” She moaned desperately as she tried lowering her head to the armrest, but I pulled on her hair again before spanking her the remaining four times, one after the other.
“Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Fūcking hell.” She shivered as her labored breaths only excited me.
I pulled her drained body up, placing her in a straddling position on my lap and I thrusted right into her tight pūssy, making us both groan. I lifted my hand, choking her as she bounced on my cōck.
“I fūcking love—” I stopped as I gripped her waist with my other hand, drilling upward as I fūcked the life out of her. “Every inch of your body.” I grunted in pleasure as she moaned my name on repeat. “Mine, fūcking mine for life.”
Isa was my life. She owned everything about me. My heart, my mind, my soul, especially my fūcking body. And right now, all I wanted was to give her every part of me.