Valentino
I’m still basking in the afterglow of last week’s victory. Antonio’s party was a smashing success. It was exactly what I needed to show not only my new associates but also rival families that the Comiso Famiglia is the most powerful family in Philadelphia. No. We’re the most powerful family on the East Coast.
Everything about this house is a testament to my influence. I stop at the top of the grand staircase and glance down at the marble-floored foyer just in time to see Alessia step inside with Dante trailing behind her.
They’ve been going on these walks more often, each one longer than the last. What they don’t know is I’ve been having them followed. My wife has been lying to me, and that ends now. I’ll deal with Dante later.
“Alessia,” I call out, my voice echoing.
She glances up, eyes wary. “Yes?”
“I want to speak to you in my office,” I demand, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.
“I was hoping to edit the photos I took today,” she replies, a slight hesitation in her voice.
“Bring your camera,” I say, walking down the stairs toward her. “I’d like to see what you’ve captured today as well.” She exchanges a worried look with Dante. “Now, Alessia.”
“Yes, ,” she responds quietly, before turning to walk toward my office.
Loyalty is paramount, and any hint of disloyalty must be snuffed out swiftly. My father’s death was the stroke of luck I needed to seize control. After that, Marco was the next threat—one I eliminated. And I’ll continue rooting out potential traitors until only the loyal and devoted remain.
“And you,” I bark at Dante. “Don’t go far. I’ll need to speak with you after I’ve dealt with my wife.” I turn on my heel not waiting for a response.
The door to my office is open when I arrive. Alessia stands by the window, camera in hand, her posture stiff.
This is my domain. From the dark wood panels lining the walls to the massive black walnut desk, this room oozes luxury and power. I sit down, leaning back as I observe her.
“Show me,” I order.
She hesitates before walking over and placing the camera on my desk. I pick it up and begin scrolling through the images. They’re good, I’ll give her that. But this isn’t about her talent—it’s about control.
“These are impressive,” I say my tone deceptively calm. “But it seems you’ve been busy in other ways too.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean,” I drawl. “Your little photography hobby. Taking pictures, selling them at a gallery. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Her face pales, but she stands her ground. “It’s just a hobby, . Something to pass the time.”
“A hobby?” I let out a cold, mocking laugh. “I didn’t give you permission to pretend you’re some kind of artist selling your pictures.”
Her eyes flash with defiance, rare but intriguing. “It’s something I enjoy. Something that’s mine.”
I rise from my chair, walking around the desk to stand over her. “You enjoy it? Did you enjoy the attention it brought? The people who saw your name? Your face?”
“It’s not like that,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“It’s exactly like that.” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I won’t have my wife making a fool out of me by sneaking around behind my back.”
“I just wanted some freedom,” she pleads. “Something of my own.”
“Freedom?” I slam my hand down on the desk, making her flinch. “Your freedom is what I allow you. Nothing more.”
Tears spill over her cheeks, but she blinks them away. “I’m sorry, .”
“It’s too late for sorry,” I snap. “From now on, you’re forbidden from going anywhere with Dante. I’ll reassign you a new guard—someone I can trust. And your little photography sessions? They’re over. Do you understand?”
“I’ll stop going to the gallery,” she begs, her voice breaking. “But please, let me keep taking pictures.”
I grab her camera, raising it as if considering her request. “You misunderstood me,” I say, before hurling it across the room. The camera smashes against the wall, pieces scattering on the floor.
“No,” she cries, dropping to her knees, frantically trying to pick up the pieces.
I stalk across the room and grab her by the hair, yanking her head back. “You want to be on your knees?” I growl, undoing my pants. “Then make yourself useful.”
Pulling out my cock, I demand, “Open.”
She clamps her mouth shut, and my anger explodes. My hand connects with her face, the crack echoing through the room.
“I said, open your fucking mouth.” Tears streak her cheeks as she finally obeys. I thrust into her, shoving myself so far down her throat that she gags and claws at my thighs in a pathetic attempt to breathe.
Holding her there, I relish the power I wield over her. The way her body fights against me. “This is a picture worth taking,” I sneer. “My whore on her knees, taking my cock.”
I pull out, giving her just enough air to take a shallow breath before shoving back in. I don’t care if I’m hurting her. She deserves it for her disobedience, for trying to deceive me. Her tears fall faster, her body trembling as I tighten my grip on her hair.
“Look at me,” I growl, yanking her head up. “You need to remember who owns you.”
She meets my gaze, the fear and pain in her eyes heightens my arousal. I thrust harder, my movements becoming more erratic as I near my peak. Her muffled cries and the tightness of her throat drive me to my breaking point. With her face held against my groin, I release wave after wave of cum down her throat.
When I finally let her go, she collapses on the floor, gasping for air.
I stand over her crumpled form and savor the sight of her broken and humiliated. “Who do you belong to?” I ask as I zip up my pants.
“You,” she whispers through her tears.
“You’d better remember that,” I growl, shoving her aside with my foot. “Disobey me again, and the price will be far worse.”
She nods weakly.
“Stay on all four and get the hell out,” I snap, dismissing her with a wave.
As she crawls out, broken and trembling, a wave of satisfaction washes over me. One way or another, she’ll learn her place—beneath me, where she belongs.
Another problem dealt with, but there’ll always be more. I’ve handled worse before, and I’ll handle what’s to come. Soon, everyone will understand the price of crossing me, and no one will dare challenge the power I command.