Chapter 61 : Couldn't Sleep
Chapter 61: Couldn't Sleep
Sophie
I tried to stay still, Adriano spanked me quickly and then lingered at the same damn spot. When he was done, he ran his hand through my hair.
“Good girl,” he whispered, wiping tears away and that made me feel better but Angelo was left.
He put me on his lap in a way that I was straddling him and my pussy rubbed against his thigh.
“Don't move your hips.” He muttered, spanking me and a loud cry left my lips, my fingers digging into his skin. I could feel myself leaking on his lap.
“Dirty fucking whore, I will have you screaming like this on my dick soon.” He fisted my hair with one hand and pressed his hips on mine, spanking me again.
“I will make you beg to cum and then beg me to stop.” He spanked me again.
“I will make that pussy stretch open, princess. I will fuck it till it is swollen and too fucking sensitive to touch.” He kept spanking me after that, not even letting me breathe because of his kisses.
When he was done, I was still crying and I felt the cuff being removed and then nipples clamps which hurt too much. The plug wasn't removed and I didn't have the energy to ask them to remove it. I fell asleep nestled between their bodies in the security of their arms.
I woke up with less Rizzo. Adriano and Luciano had me pressed between them and I was still naked. Angelo was nowhere in sight. I sat up, feeling the plug shifted inside me. Adriano grabbed my waist, had he not even been sleeping?
“Where are you going, kitten?” He asked.
“Angelo,” I whispered. He nodded and then let go of me, I looked at Luciano and he was up too. Neither of them even looked like they had slept.
I got off the bed, grabbing a shirt from the chair. We were back in my room, I walked out, aiming to go to Angelo’s room but I heard something else. The piano, I followed the sound which led me downstairs and then to the part of the mansion that had their offices. I walked deeper into the hallway, to the door which I had never been in. I pressed my ear on the dark door, he was playing something slow. I had never heard it, but I wasn't that interested in piano much either. But something about the way he played intrigued me and then he stopped.
“Who is there?” His deep dark voice said. He always spoke to me softly, rarely like this.
I contemplated running away, he was having personal time and I disturbed him. But before I could run back to the room, the door opened and a half naked Angelo stepped out. His hair was up in the ponytail and black frame glasses were sitting on his nose. He tilted his head.
“Hey, princess.” He kissed me.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“I..I just wanted to see where you were.” I replied.
“What are you doing?”
“Something,” he said, picking me up by the waist and I wrapped my legs around him. He wrapped his arms around me and walked back inside the room. It was dark with glass walls and in the center was a beautiful white piano. He sat me down on the piano bench with me secured in his arms.
“Couldn't sleep?” I asked and he shook his head.
“I play sometimes when I can't sleep.”
“Oh,” I mumbled.
“It seems like Adriano and Luciano can't sleep either.” I added.
“Where are they up?” He asked and I nodded my head. His jaw clenched momentarily, eyes flashing but then it was gone. So much control over emotions.
“Are you not tired?” I asked. He shook his head, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“I don't want you to go, princess.” He muttered.
“But I don't trust half of the people in the mafia right now. I don't know if it is safe here.” He sighed, pulling me closer to his chest.
“I will miss you.” He said and I set my head on his shoulder.
“I will miss you too.” He sighed into my neck, making me shiver.
“You are mine, okay?” I nodded.
“Yes, I am yours.” I felt him smile.
“My girl.” He mumbled. I closed my eyes and he ran his big hands up and down my back soothingly. My body was tired and red, being close to them always made me feel better.
“I like you.” I whispered to him.
“I really fucking like you.” He chuckled.
“I really fucking like you too, princess. You have no idea.” I smiled, snuggling closer.
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Angelo POV
I wanted to break the damn piano. It wasn't mine, it used to be my mother’s and I didn't know why I had it here. It didn't do shit with trying to not lose my mind.
Having Sophie in my arms was making it better. She was sleeping, she had fallen asleep after a few minutes of talking and it was always nice to talk to her. She didn't listen to me because she had to but because she genuinely wanted to. Not that I had let any woman I was with sexually speak to me much, they were gagged most of the time and they liked it that way. I took my glasses off, I used them rarely. Luciano had his glasses glued on his nose, his eyesight was shit like Sophie’s.
“Sophie?” I called and she stirred in my arms.
“Hmmm?” She hummed.
“Did you take your contacts out?” I asked and she huffed.
“No,” he murmured.
“Do it now.”
“No,” she said again. I grabbed her hair, pulling her away from my shoulder.
“I won't hesitate to put you in your place even if your ass is bruised, little girl. Go and take your contacts out, okay?”
Her cheeks flushed, bottom lip rolling between her teeth. She nodded her head and got off my lap, turning to walk out of the room and giving me a view of her barely covered ass and the hint of the plug. She looked over her shoulder, as if noticing me look at her. I winked at her and she walked away, a shy smile on her face. I sighed, she fucked me up. My phone buzzed, bringing me back to reality and I picked it up from the piano bench and attended the call. Tim calling in the middle of the night was not a good thing.
“I have my eyes on Raphael right now.” He said and I stood up, grabbing my shirt.
“He is with a girl.” He added.
“Which girl?”
“Sources say that her name is Jane Miles, daughter of the owner of a book store in Ajman.” I hummed.
“They seem intimate. They are standing in front of the book store right now with her pressed on the wall. So yes, wait, Raphael is walking away now and she is alone now, walking in the opposite direction.”
“Send some men after Raphael and grab the girl.”
“She looks young, boss.”
“Grab her, Tim.” I hung up.