Chapter 32
Bianca Ferrucci
Tiziano defended me in a way I had never experienced before.
For the first time, I felt the weight of his words like a shield, something I had never had in my life.
The hatred in my mother’s eyes was obvious, but I’ll admit, I didn’t care in the slightest. On the contrary, I liked that she knew I now had someone by my side, someone who cared about me and wouldn’t allow me to be treated the way I had been before.
As soon as my parents left, Tiziano calmly continued dinner as if nothing extraordinary had happened. His cold, controlled composure was frightening.
“What do you think of dinner?” he asked casually.
“It’s delicious,” I replied, trying to seem calm even though my heart was still racing.
“Perfect,” he murmured, lifting his wineglass and studying the liquid before taking a sip.
The question slipped out before I could stop myself:
“Why did you do that?”
He lifted his eyes to mine, the shadow of a smile touching his lips.
“Do what?” he asked sarcastically.
“My family. You humiliated them.”
He rested his elbow on the table, his fingers absently playing with his cutlery, but his gaze remained intense, fixed on me.
“Your family needs to understand one thing, Bianca,” he began in a calm voice. “I demand respect. Not only for myself, but for you too.”
“That doesn’t answer...” I began, but he interrupted me.
“And there’s more,” he continued, leaving no room for an argument. “I’m a man who takes revenge for his own. Anyone who doesn’t understand that learns the hard way. Never stay silent again, Bianca. I don’t want to have to guess what’s going on with you.”
“Thank you,” I said, returning to my meal.
Days later...
At the mansion, the Bellini name was becoming more and more common. With every whispered conversation, every murmured order, it seemed as if everything revolved around them. Everyone avoided saying too much, as though it were a taboo, a ghost no one dared to face head-on.
I wanted the courage to ask more, to understand why Tiziano hated them with such intensity. It was personal, and that was obvious.
The servants whispered among themselves, always in hushed tones, as if afraid of being overheard.
A few words slipped through, mentions that Vittorio Bellini, the father of the man who was now Tiziano’s target, had once served his parents.
That information only made everything even more confusing.
Why would someone who had once been in a position of submission inspire such fury?
Curiosity consumed me. And the more I heard the murmurs, the more I felt that the Bellini name was an open wound Tiziano was willing to close by any means necessary.
The office door was slightly ajar, and I hesitated for a moment, looking down the empty hallways before stepping inside.
My heart was beating fast, but curiosity proved stronger than caution.
As I crossed the threshold, my eyes were immediately drawn to the desk, cluttered with papers and documents.
Maps with detailed routes lay stacked on top of one another, marked with red Xs, each one accompanied by a “B” written beside it. Even without fully understanding, I knew what it represented: the locations where the cartel connected to Bellini had attacked Tiziano’s soldiers.
Suddenly, I heard male voices in the hallway, approaching quickly. Panic seized me, my body reacting before my mind could process it. I desperately searched for somewhere to hide and ducked beneath the desk, curling up between the chairs.
Tiziano was the first to enter the room. He was speaking to someone in his usual authoritative tone.
“I want every detailed report by the end of the day. I don’t want excuses. I want that bastard dead.”
More footsteps followed his, and the men began talking. I could barely breathe, my hands gripping my knees as I tried to calm myself.
Tiziano sat in his chair, his knees only inches from where I was hiding. My heart nearly leaped out of my mouth when he started speaking again.
“He’s been asking about my wife. I need to know what he wants with her. It’s pissing me off.” Tiziano’s voice was low, almost a growl.
My body froze. Asking about me?
“Do you think she’s betraying us?” one of the men asked, and in that moment, my heart stopped.
Betraying them? Why would they say that? My thoughts raced in a thousand directions, trying to process the absurdity of that question.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Tiziano answered firmly. “Don’t cast suspicion on my wife. I only want to understand why the hell anyone would be interested in her.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, but my body was still trembling. I knew he didn’t believe that ridiculous accusation, but the mere fact that it had been mentioned made my stomach twist.
“Anyone who dares speculate about things like that, I won’t let it slide. Do you understand?”
“Of course, Don.”
“Keep your fucking tongue under control if you don’t want to lose it.”
My face burned, not only from the fear of being discovered, but from the way he always defended me.
“Find out where that rat is hiding,” Tiziano finished, the sound of his fingers drumming against the desk. “And do it fast.”
My heart was still pounding as I tried to make the smallest movement possible. I knew I had put myself at enormous risk by being there, but now I needed to figure out how to get out without being seen.
Tiziano Constanzo
I felt movement beneath the desk and saw Bianca hiding there, curled up under it. I pretended not to notice, maintaining my cold demeanor as the men spoke, but my mind was already focused on Bianca.
I reached for my belt, calmly unfastening it and undoing the button of my pants, enough for her to see my intention. I lowered the zipper completely. I shifted my leg slightly, allowing her a clearer view of what I expected, and looked directly into her eyes as she stared back at me in shock.
My tone of voice didn’t change, but the words seemed deliberately heavy.
“We’re waiting. Get started already.” They looked at me and nodded, but Bianca knew I was speaking to her.
I felt her hesitant movement. An almost imperceptible smile threatened to rise to my lips, but I restrained myself.
Then came her touch: her fingers approaching carefully. My breathing slowed as she gently pulled down my underwear, and my cock was finally free.
I kept listening to what the men in front of me were discussing.
My hand rested on the desk, but my fingers slowly curled, the only sign of the struggle I was fighting not to reveal any reaction to what she was doing.
Her rhythm changed, becoming more confident, bolder. Her soft lips slid over me with a precision that made me wonder where she had learned to be so good at it. My thighs tensed, and a growing heat took hold of me.
I leaned slightly forward, keeping my voice firm as I listened to them discuss strategies among themselves.
My other hand, still hidden beneath the desk, lowered to grab her hair, guiding the rhythm firmly. She moaned softly against me, and the vibration made me clench my teeth so I wouldn’t give anything away.
“Leave. Now.” The men rose hurriedly, exchanging suspicious glances, but obeying without question.
When the door closed, I pulled Bianca up by her hair, forcing her to look at me.
“My wife decided to surprise her husband, didn’t she?” I murmured, my voice rough with desire and authority. “Now let’s see just how willing you are to swallow your husband’s cock.”
She tried to say something, but I silenced her, gripping her face firmly.
“Open that pretty little mouth,” I ordered, sliding my thumb over her lips before forcing them apart. “You like provoking me, huh? Let’s see if you can take it to the end.”
I gripped her hair tightly, guiding her head as I pushed deep into her mouth. The sounds she made were a mix of muffled moans and choking, and it only intensified my desire.
“So beautiful like this, on your knees for me. My wife has become a perfect little whore.” My hand lowered to her face, giving her a light slap, enough to make her moan louder.
The pleasure was unbearable, but I wasn’t going to finish like this. I pulled her by the hair again, turning her around and pressing her against the desk. Her hands braced against the surface as I pulled up her dress and moved her panties aside, exposing her ass.
“You provoke me and think you won’t pay for it?” I said, delivering a hard slap that left her skin marked.
I thrust into her hard without warning, and she screamed my name, a sound that was like music to my ears. I moved brutally, feeling every spasm of her body as she moaned and begged for more.
“So tight. It’s like this pussy was made for me.”
After a few deep thrusts, I pulled her back down to the floor, pushing her onto her knees.
“Now finish what you started. I want to see you swallow every last drop.”
She obeyed, looking at me with submission and desire. When the orgasm came, I held her head, making her swallow every drop.
“That’s it, my wife. Just how I like it,” I said, releasing her hair and adjusting my pants with a satisfied smile.
She remained on the floor for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath.
“Now clean that mouth. And start talking. I want to know exactly what you were doing hiding in my office.”