All Chapters of Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

30 Chapters

Sharp Edges

Ava's POV I gasped, my hand fists as I tried to keep myself from falling on my weakened knees. Lorenzo was indeed a monster wrapped in an expensive suit, just like he had me wrapped around his finger. He pinched my nipples sharply before rolling it between his fingers. My body trembled, instinctively leaning backwards into his arms. His other hand slowly left my breast and then down my stomach. I could feel the fear and anticipation running through my veins like lava, hot and fast. “Lorenzo!” I bit my lips, fighting any sound from coming out as he ran his fingers through my wet folds. “As ready as ever,” he whispered in my ear, and then a light chuckle. He continued the slow torture, pinching and fondling my breast while his fingers moved lazily between my legs, playing my clit like a harp, his lips kissed its way down my neck to my shoulders until heat radiated through my body.The slow, gentle and tender touch elicited something darker and undescribed in the pit of my stomach.

Embarking On A Sexual Game

Ava's POV I noticed how he addressed me as Pupa when we were intimate and little bird when he wanted to be serious. And right now, Lorenzo was showing a great amount of self-control, looking at me with pure curiosity, with no trace of the lust and desire in his eyes. The horny man who was ready to have sex with me was gone in a snap of a finger and even with his fully erected cock in my hand begging for a release.“So what are your rules, little bird?” He asked again, pinching my chin and tilting my head up while staring down at me like a God staring at his servant. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hardened my gaze. “First, you're only allowed to receive pleasure from me. I don't want any STDs from you. Second, I'll be the one to determine how or when you get the pleasure. Third, you're not allowed to kill or harm anybody who I choose to have sexual intercourse with,” I listed them but the last line made his lips curved upwards. “Sexual intercourse.” He chuckled. “You make it

Suicide Mission

Ava's POV The bed was a vast, cold expanse when I opened my eyes. Lorenzo was gone again, leaving nothing behind but the lingering scent of his cologne and the dull ache of a night spent surrendering to a man I should have been fighting. The sun was high, bleeding through the heavy velvet curtains, mocking the dark choices I’d made to save a girl’s life. I dressed slowly, my body feeling heavy and disconnected as if I were a ghost haunting my own skin.Downstairs, the villa was eerily quiet. I walked into the kitchen and stopped short. Cage was sitting at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. It was a jarringly domestic sight for a man whose hands I had seen covered in blood only hours ago. I had categorized him as a weapon, a blunt instrument of Lorenzo’s will; seeing him absorb the morning news felt like a glitch in the reality he projected.He looked up, offering a brief, clinical nod. "Good morning, ma'am." His voice was flat, devoid o

Gone Forever

Ava's POV I paced the length of the master suite. Every vibration of my phone felt like an electric shock. Finally, the screen lit up with a single text from Raquel: ‘I’m outside. Doorbell in thirty seconds.’I practically flew down the stairs, trying to keep my breathing shallow so I wouldn't alert Cage. He was still in the living room, his presence was a heavy and immovable weight. When the chime of the doorbell echoed through the foyer, he stood up with a slow, bored grace. "That’ll be the delivery," he muttered, more to himself than to me.I held my breath as he pulled open the heavy oak door. I stayed in the shadows of the hallway, my eyes fixed on the sliver of the outside world. Then, I heard it. The voice was pitched higher, strained with a fake urgency, but the cadence was unmistakable."Oh, thank goodness! Sir, I am so sorry, but I’ve been on the road for three hours and I–I desperately need to use your restroom," Raquel said, hidden under a generic delivery cap and a bu

The Hierarchy

Ava's POV The neon lights of Rome blurred into a colour of gold and violet as Raquel led me through the city. She didn't take me to the tourist traps I had seen in postcards. Instead, we wound through the narrow, hidden corridors of the Trastevere district, past ivy-covered clock towers and underground galleries where the air smelled of ancient stone and expensive oil paint. We stood on a bridge overlooking the Tiber, watching the water churn like liquid obsidian, and for the first time, I felt the vastness of the world outside Lorenzo’s shadow. Eventually, we arrived at a club in the heart of the city. It was discreet, marked only by a heavy iron door and a single dim red light. My chest tightened as we stepped inside. I looked for the familiar suits, the cold stares of the Blackwood security, or the glint of a hidden weapon. "Lorenzo," I whispered, pulling Raquel back. "Does he own this?" Raquel shook her head, her expression calm. "No. This is neutral ground, Ava. He

Outfit

Ava's POVMy heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic, trapped thing after Raquel’s revelation. The label ‘Capo di capi’ echoed in the chambers of my mind, heavy and suffocating. If Lorenzo was the apex predator of this entire underworld, then the hatred he harbored for my family wasn't just a personal grudge, it was a death sentence. What could my family have possibly done to entangle themselves with a man of that magnitude? Did my stepbrother know? Was he a piece on this chessboard, or just another casualty waiting to happen?The questions spiraled, but the sudden, chilling shift in the club's atmosphere cut them short. The thumping bass paused for a fractured second, a glitch in the sound system that allowed an unnatural quiet to sweep through the VIP lounge. Following the sudden drop in volume, my gaze drifted toward the entrance.A group of men stepped into the dim, neon-lit space. They were tall, imposing, and dressed in sharp, midnight-black suits that seemed to absorb

A Monster To Kill Monsters

Ava's POV The fiberglass insulation bit into the raw skin of my palms as I dragged my body forward, inch by agonizing inch, through the claustrophobic darkness of the crawlspace. The air up there was thick with decades of stagnant dust and the chemical tang of wiring, making my lungs burn with every shallow, panicked breath I drew. Below me, the muffled sounds of the club’s music vibrated through the drywall, a sickening reminder of how close the wolves still were. I didn't know where I was going; I only knew I had to keep moving, driven by the echoes of Raquel’s screams still ringing in my ears.Then, without warning, the world gave way beneath me.A sharp, terrifying crack split the air as the fragile grid and drywall ceiling structurally failed under my weight. I didn't even have time to gasp before I was falling through the dark, plummeting straight down through a cloud of white plaster dust and debris. My back collided violently with the edge of a heavy metal console before

Handcuffed

Ava's POV The blinding scent of bleach and rubbing alcohol was the first thing that bled through the heavy, suffocating darkness. My eyelids felt like lead, scratching against my eyeballs as I forced them open, a sharp throb detonating behind my temples the moment the harsh fluorescent light hit my face. For a fractured second, the world was just a blur of white ceiling tiles. Then, the dam broke. The memory of the surveillance room, the deafening roar of the gunshot, the wet thud of the guard's body hitting the floor, and the sight of the steel door splintering open under the weight of the men in black crashed into my mind.I gasped, my chest heaving as a violent wave of panic seized my lungs. I tried to bolt upright, my heart hammering against my ribs as my eyes darted around the space in absolute terror. I braced myself to see the cold, dead eyes of the interstate outfit, or worse, the chilling, triumphant smirk of the men who had hunted me down like an animal. But the dark,

False Confession

Ava's POV The metallic click of the handcuffs unlocking from the hospital bed had offered no relief, only a transition from one cage to another. I had been marched through the corridors of the medical facility, flanked by armed guards, and shoved into the back of a police cruiser. Now, I sat inside the suffocating perimeter of a police interrogation room. The space was tiny, the air smelling of stale coffee and damp concrete. A single metal table separated me from the chair opposite, and the two-way mirror on the wall seemed to track my every shuddering breath. The heavy iron door creaked open, and Detective Valerio stepped inside, carrying a thick manila folder. He didn't sit down immediately; instead, he hovered over the table, letting his shadow fall over my trembling hands. "Let's start with the basics," he said, his Italian accent sharp in the quiet room. "What is your name?" "Ava," I whispered, my voice cracking. I cleared my dry throat. "My name is Ava." Valerio flipp

Submission And Dominance

Ava's POV The leather seat of the sedan felt cold beneath me as I slid into the back, the door clicking shut with a heavy, pressurized thud that sealed out the rest of the world. Niko didn’t get in with me; he simply nodded to the driver and vanished back into the Roman night. The car melted into the traffic, moving with a terrifying, smooth speed toward the outskirts of the city. I pressed my forehead against the tinted glass, watching the ancient stone walls of Rome blur into streaks of shadow. My mind was a chaotic wreck. The ghost of the dead guard, the memory of Raquel’s screams, and the weight of Detective Valerio’s card in my pocket all swirled together, but they were rapidly being overshadowed by the sheer, paralyzing dread of what was waiting for me at the end of this drive.When the car finally slowed, turning past the heavy iron gates of the estate, my stomach violently dropped. The gardens that had seemed so empty and unguarded hours ago were now crawling with men in da

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