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|Sybella Fiori|

He tried to convince me to stay overnight at a little cottage hotel but I told him we didn't need to raise more suspicions; we came back from our day trip at around 1 am and we've been lying in his bed, naked, for seven hours now. We've had sex several times during those hours and every time it just gets better.

"Shh," I chuckled as Ilya groaned, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. "Stop groaning so loudly."

"Why?" he gazed up at me with a pout.

A soft smile played on my lips "Because somebody could hear us."

"That's why I locked the door," the man told as the tips of his fingers tickled my hip, causing shivers to run up my spine. "What if we sneak out again? We could go to Saint Petersburg."

I shook my head with our eyes locked "No, Ilya, I have to go check on your sister today; the other day you didn't let me take the pies to her."

"No, you're not going with her, you're staying with me," he whined before hiding his face between my breasts.

My lips pecked the top of his head as my fingers tickled his right shoulder blade "You can sneak into my bedroom tonight, I promise."

Ilya growled as his hand gripped my left buttock "You–" a knock on the door interrupted us.

"Ilya!" Arabella. "Ilya, I need your help!"

The Russian man whimpered "For what?!"

"You're taking care of my children, including Apollo, while I spend the day with Sybella!" She shouted.

"I don't–"

Another knock on the door but it was a cute one "Uncle Ily!" Napoleon shouted.

"That's cheating!" Ilya complained as he sat up. "Fine! Let me take a shower!"

"I'll be in the kitchen!" Her heels faded away.

"Everyone is fighting to get your attention nowadays," he said, looking down at me.

Slowly, I climbed on top of him "Let's take a shower together."

A smirk played on his lips "You know it won't be just a shower."

"I know, baby," she leaned closer and grazed my lips with hers to tease me. "Come on daddy, I know you want to play."

"You're my favorite toy, malyshka," he got up on his feet, holding me up by my thighs. "What's the deal again, doll?" His eyes were forward as he took us into his bathroom.


"We can't tell anyone," I replied as he placed me in the tub.

The man nodded, opening the faucet which hit my feet and the water was already warm "So I'm gonna have to sew Ben's lips together."

I chuckled, looking at the Spartan woman soldier tattooed on his right upper arm "What's the meaning behind this tattoo?" My left index finger traced the ink lines.

"That's Athena," he stepped into the tub with a smile on his lips. "The Iliad and The Odyssey were in my bedtime stories repertoire, and my mom always told me her favorite goddess was Athena because, to her, she's the actual King of the Gods. The face is based on a picture of my mom when she was twenty."

"You're such a momma's boy," I grabbed the handheld shower head and splashed his face with a big grin on my lips.

Ilya wiped the water away and opened his eyes "I see you know how to handle the shower head."

"Well," a sweet smile played on my lips as I placed it against my right collarbone so the water would drip down my body "I have a lot of experience with handheld shower heads."

A smirk played on his lips "You want to show me?"

"Give me one good reason," my hand drew circles on my stomach.

"You said we were going to play—"

"Ah-ah-ah," I shook my head with a grin on my lips. "I said I knew you wanted to play; don't put words in my mouth, daddy."

"I want to put something else in your mouth," the man growled, pulling me close by my ass.

"Mhhh," I whimpered, gazing up at him. "My ass is sore, be careful, imbecile."

He turned me around so my back was against his front and gripped my upper thighs to rub my ass against his growing groin "Let daddy play with your tight little cunt," he whispered against my ear, making my knees wobble.

"Okay, daddy," I chuckled as he picked me up, placing his hands underneath my thighs; I wrapped my arm around his shoulder for added support; as strong as he is we are both wet and I could slip out of his grip, quite literally. My legs were completely open, letting the head of his cock graze my entrance which was the cause of soft moans leaving my mouth.

"Come on, baby..." he pleaded.

I dropped the shower head and reached between my legs to hold his tip against my entrance so he could slide into me "Fuck..." my eyes rolled back as a whimper left my mouth.

Ilya grunted as he slowly moved me up and down his cock "Look at me, baby," he ordered.

My head turned to my right to lock eyes with him "It feels so good, daddy," I moaned out, glancing at his lips.

"You like how daddy's cock feels inside your tight little cunt?" He increased the pace of his movements.

"Yes..." my head fell back as I bit my lip tightly, trying to keep the moans in.

"You're so tight, baby," he breathed out between moans.

"Mhhh!" I clenched around him, getting a loud moan from his behalf; a faint smirk appeared on my lips, straightening my neck to look him dead in the eye "You're so big, daddy," my free hand moved between my legs to rub my sensitive nub.

His eyes fell to my core "You're so sexy, baby..."

"Look at me," I whispered. He immediately complied and I crushed my lips against his'. He slowed down his pace once again, going as deep as possible into me with every thrust "Make me cum," I pleaded "I want to cum for you, daddy."

|Arabella DiStefano|

"How does mommy look, Artemis?" I posed with my hands in the pockets of my pin-stripe trousers as my baby girl was in the arms of her father and Napoleon stood beside me in his matching pin-stripe suit. Did my husband choose my outfit for today? No, I've stated before that he's good at fashion but nowhere close to me. I'm wearing a black bolero hat, a pin-stripe suit with a leather armor top (that's how Apollo named it), black Louboutin stiletto ankle boots, this massive Versace gold choker, a man's versace gold chain with a medallion, medusa gold studs and for rings just my two diamond bands and engagement ring since it's really cold here and I don't want Artemis or Napoleon to be touched by cold metal; they're babies, it's a sudden and unwated feeling for them. My makeup is the same as always because why change something that's iconic.

"Say: You look hot as fuck, mamma," Apollo said to our baby girl.

I chuckled softly "Stop teaching her cuss words; I don't need another pouty mouth around the house."

His right eyebrow arched "Might I remind you, you're the sole reason why Napoleon yells the words 'fuck' and 'daddy' one right after the other?"

My smile disappeared as I slapped the side of my husband's head "I didn't teach him the word 'orgy' which is why kids aren't allowed to play with him in the park anymore."

Apollo gasped "Parents are getting so boring these days."

A chuckle left my mouth as I gazed down at my son who is playing with a rag doll like the one Lilo owns in the movie and a Stitch plush...he seems to be making them fuck "Apollo, you broke the baby."

My husband wrapped his free arm around my waist to pull me close "Princess, it's normal, my mom told me I used to make my sisters' barbies fuck all the time."

"Why do you label yourself as normal?" My head turned to meet his eyes with a confused look on my face.

He chuckled "Fair enough," the man pecked my lips. "Calm down, princess, I'll talk about it with Emiliano if it makes you feel better. Okay?"

"Okay," I nodded before planting a soft kiss on his lips. Once I pulled away, my eyes fell to my four-month-old baby girl who is craddled in her father's left arm with a cute toothless smile on her face. "Mommy left a lot of milk for you to eat, piccola, so just bite daddy's thumb when you're hungry."

"Do you think–"

"I'm ready, Arabella," Sybella walked into the kitchen wearing a gorgeous Joker purple coat; I can spot that masterpiece anywhere since I have it in every color.

A smirk curved my lips "Then let's go."

|Sybella Fiori|

She looks extremely badass and in control of the world in her pin-stripped suit; I admire this woman like you have no idea. The empire she has created in the short three years she's been married to her husband is astonishing. I wish I had someone who had done for me what she does for her Athenas.

"I love your outfit," she told with a smile as someone helped her slip on what looks like a sable coat but it's all faux fur of the best quality.


"Thank you," I smiled, glancing down at myself. "I just threw it on." I'm wearing a cream turtleneck sweater, a cashmere cable-knit ivory skirt, white croc-textured knee-high boots and a purple cashmere coat.

"Saying you just throw together this is simply mind blowing ," she stood beside me and laced her left arm with my right one. "Let's go have a fun day away from testosterone."

I chuckled "Haven't done that in a while."

"Me neither," we walked out of the house and the squadron of security cars was already waiting outside for us. "Sorry about the fuss but one can never be too careful, especially somewhere my family is not exactly loved."

"It's kinda dreamy," I commented and we both chuckled.

Once we were in the car, she rolled up the partition and gazed at me with a smile on her face "How was your day with Ilya yesterday?"

My cheeks must've turned crimson "I don't know what you're talking about, I was with Anna at the hospital."

"No you weren't," she chuckled softly, reaching for my left hand. "I went to visit Anna yesterday and she told me you abandoned her and never brought her the pies."

A frown appeared on my face "Was she mad?"

"No, sweetheart, don't worry," the woman said in a tranquilizing tone. "She was just worried because you never went back so I told her you were feeling under the weather and didn't want to go back in case it's contagious."

A relief smile curved my lips "Thank you, Arabella."

"It's a pleasure. And I had three pies delivered to her room yesterday so don't worry about that either," Arabella pulled her hand away to slip off the sleeves of the coat and let it pool around her hips since the heat is on.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"First we're going to have breakfast and then I was thinking about going on a shopping spree; all of this while we talk about your night of passion with my bestie," she said, looking out the window. "Woah, the snow looks incredibly fluffy."

My heart commenced racing "What do you mean?"

"Darling, I never went to look for you to tell you we were going out," her head turned to meet my eyes. "I only told Ilya."

Fuck.

"He texted me to let me kno—"

"Sybella, you don't have to lie to me; I'll never judge anyone for wanting to get in bed with Ilya Zharkov," a soft chuckle left her mouth. "He's well-endowed and it must become an addiction after the first time."

Her words are assertive; after the first time it's hard to stop...

My eyes fell to my hands as a shy smile played on my lips, thinking about our adventure in the bathtub; the bruises have already started forming on the back of my thighs.

"He's even luckier to be sleeping with you," Arabella whispered into my ear, making me laugh. "You're gorgeous, Sybella," she told "know your worth and let Ilya see that he has to work for your affection even if he alreay knows it."

"He's off to a great start..." a big smile appeared on my lips as my head tilted up and to my left to meet her eyes.

The road to the city was great; Arabella likes to talk a lot, and she's an open book which is something I like. The other night when I was sturggling to tell her everything about my Avyanna and Jay, she told me about her life which wasn't good until she married Apollo; I had a hard childhood too but at least it was in my hands to decide what I was going to do to get out of it, my thoughts and actions were wilded by my own mind.

Once the SUV came to a complete halt, it was in front of a place called Uilliam's which I know since it's Anna's favorite Italian restaurant in the city. We hopped off the car and you could see the army of men and women around. Inside the restaurant, we were greeted by a super nice young boy who took our coats and guided us to our table.

You would think Arabella is quite arrogant and entitled since she's a billionaire but it's the opposite of that which is most likely the Gen Z in her.

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