KatyaSophie's choice: my son or Ferrara?It wasn't negotiable.My body temperature was going up even more and more, perspiration rolling down my temple in tiny beads.I could barely see, and the chemical I was inhaling was worsened by the sounds and smells of sex which were acting as stimulants.With shaky fingers, I started to crawl towards my phone, but before I could get to it, bare cold feet dug into my back, pushing me flat on the floors.Oh fuck, this couldn't be happening.The desire to hump the floors or anything else around was starting to overtake my body.I needed to get out of here.Fast."Is that the Don?" Helen asked, digging her sharp toe nails into my back.But the pain only accelerated the pleasure, and I nodded, not trusting myself without giving her the satisfaction of letting out a moan. She let out a loud laughter and crouched down, her entire body smelling like cum. I hated her. More than I despised Ferrara over the years.She was like a worm that I needed to

KatyaI avoided Carlos' gaze during breakfast, which wasn't so difficult since he didn't seem to like me very much.After the meal, I went to wash up while Christopher resumed playing in the house without any care in the world.It was a relief that he hadn't been traumatized by what happened, and I couldn't be more grateful to Ferrara.The thought of all the kinds of things that could have happened to him had chills rushing down my spine as I stood under the shower, shutting my eyes against all memories of last night.Both the danger and shame.I smelt like Ferrara afterwards, and was surprised when I stepped out in his bathrobe to see a knee length dress laid out for me on the bed.I looked around, but found myself alone in the room, which meant that it had been dropped while I was bathing. It was a beautiful emerald green dress that had no business being worn at home, hugging my waist without squeezing me into it.The perfect size for me.I wore it and stood in front of the mirror

FerraraI was fucking nervous.The car barely halted in front of the grand penthouse before I was opening the door and getting out of the car, my entire being focused on one object.The tinted red Lamborghini.My security seemed surprised and dashed out as well, but I barely noticed them. By the time I strode to the red car, and knocked on the window, I was sweating.Like a fucking teenager about to ask his crush out for prom.The window started to roll down, the faint scent of lavender hitting my nostrils. I was prepared to say something to the feisty woman who would be behind the wheel, but it was another emotion that crept to my face.Disappointment. Irritation.It was no fucking Katya Petrov, but that Willy Pete bodyguard of hers who perched himself to her like a damn parasite.I scanned the empty backseat and almost demanded that he opens the boot. What the...Fucking waste of anticipation. I started to turn around when he opened the door and stepped out, bowing slightly in f

Katya"Shit mmm...Ferrara...""Fuck yeah, Katya, say my name, Amore."I thrashed against him as an orgasm forcefully left my body, again.For the third time tonight.Ferrara spooned me, his cock still hard and driving into me from behind, his palms cupping my breasts as his face buried in my neck.It was intimate, overwhelming, and pleasurable.Sweat pooled in our bodies, mine weak from all the orgasms and yet ready for more of his touch.It was as though I had been possessed by something that couldn't be satisfied anymore, and when Ferrara slipped his cock from me, I whined softly, despite having come many times already.He gathered me in his hands and took my lips like a starved man, pushing himself upwards.When he tore his lips away, breathless and still hard with his cock poking against my ass, he turned me around and pulled me upward by the stomach, placing me on all-fours.I was beyond control now, my face buried in the pillow in front of me, my back arched as I waited with sor

KatyaI had barely taken a few steps away from the car when the door suddenly opened and fast angry footsteps reverberated behind me.I quickened my pace, all the emotions of the last few days coming to the surface and threatening to choke me.If Ferrara De Castello assumed he could just treat me like trash and then simply make it up and have me sit smiling and dancing over a glass of wine, then he was definitely insane.Where the hell was my security? Or my car...A hand as familiar as my own skin wrapped around my wrist, turning me around to face a red eyed Ferrara.I would have laughed or apologized for getting the alcohol in his eyes if I gave a damn.And how dared he look at me with anger in his eyes?"You wanted power, risked your life for it, I give it to you and suddenly you are splashing a fucking glass of alcohol on my face. Is there a manual I should follow while dealing with you?"The obnoxious bastard...I attempted to remove my hand from his, but he pulled me closer to h