134- Confessions of the Heart- Part 1

Isabella

Do you ever feel like your never good enough? That once the magic fades so does a persons interest? Well that’s how I’m feeling right now. Or have been feeling. Especially since my return home from Antonio’s huge compound. Because at first, I use to think it was all inside my head. That I was just making shit up as I went.

But now, 6 months have finally passed by, and I feel like their hiding something from me still. Something I can only assume is Mafia related. Yet, I’m beginning to rethink that whole situation entirely because when I move to enter a room they all stop talking. Or they move to switch subjects hoping I won’t notice.

And while I’ve tried my absolute best to stay away from situations such as that, I can’t quite wrap my brain around something like that. Like it’s not adding up.

Like for example, after our little dinner outing 3 weeks ago. The one with my uncle Alexis Pardou. I had decided to spend a relaxing day inside the library. Nose deep within one of my many fantasy and romance novels. As Lucus and Alex were nearly nonexistent as they spent most of their free time training over at the warehouse. And if they weren’t training, then they were testing new product. Like hello, it’s why we have henchmen.

But no, instead of letting them handle it, they do it all themselves. Only ever coming home when I was usually in bed and fast asleep or gone just shortly after breakfast which usually then left me with only Tony as Grant was MIA most days too.

And while I know each of them are usually busy in their own weird way, I was beginning to miss them. Especially Grant. As Grant was becoming more of an observer than a participator in our nightly fun. Even when I decided to be a brat just to get his attention. Their punishments light. Even their distance was beginning to irritate me to no end as well.

Now glaring out a window within the library, I continue to watch as heavy rain continues to hit the window. My mood sour as Tony continues to tap away at his computer. My eyes now trained on the scenery outside as rain continued to land everywhere.

My morning routines consisting of me being over at the warehouse with Alex and his Omega’s as we trained always left my muscles sore from eating asphalt from all my sloppy moves. Having been slacking due to my recovery.

Suddenly overwhelmed with everything that has been going on all around me, to even the storm brewing outside do I move to say the first thing that pops into my head within that instance.

“Do you all hate me? Did I do something wrong to upset you all?”

Confused by my sudden reply does Tony move to raise a brow. Fingers now pausing in what he was doing as he moves to look at me. Still ranting without cause.

“Why are you all distancing yourselves from me? Am I not up to your liking anymore? Do you all not want me? Do I suddenly suck within the bedroom or what? Or is my company so horrible that you all would rather avoid me then be with me?”

Continuing to rant and rave do I finally cave and just cry. Unable to handle all these different emotions as I continued telling Tony exactly how I felt. About feeling abandoned. Unwanted. Unloved. Tony just letting me have my tiny meltdown even as he tries to comfort me. My body trying to ignore him but failing.

Too mad, sad, hurt and upset to even notice when Tony moves to leave the room. Phone in hand as he moves to make a call. Unaware that he was calling one of this brothers behind my back before finally returning.

A few short hours later do the huge double doors of the library move to open. Grant now suddenly walking in unannounced as if he owned the place. His body now on a mission as he moves to hide all emotions from upon his face. His face stern. My eyes now realizing that he was heading straight towards me and not Tony.

Unspoken words now looming over me as he moves to stand directly in front of me. His once sexy green eyes now burning with a hidden flame as he moves to grab me from my spot. His hands now throwing me over his broad shoulder as he moves to turn away with me in tow.

“GRANT! STOP! PUT ME DOWN NOW!” I cry. My hands now hitting against his back as I move to kick my legs. Attempting to inflict any kind of pain that I could only to feel a very hard smack against my ass.

“OW” now squirming do I move to yell again. “STOP IT YOU ASSHOLE” but just like before I get no reaction out of him only another swift smack to my already sore bum. My futile attempts at escaping now failing even as his grip on me tightens. My eyes now scanning the hallway as I slowly spot Tony. Tony carefully stuffing his hands into his pockets as he smirks. My eyes now narrowing at him while wishing I could just reach over and smack him in return for being a traitor.

Grant now leading me towards the main foyer of the house before moving to make a sharp turn in another direction. Grant now flying up two flights of stairs as I move to hold onto him tightly. The sound of a door now opening soon greets my ears as we move to enter a darkened room. My body soon airborne as I’m suddenly tossed onto a huge bed. A familiar bed. Now realizing that he had brought me to the second playroom. Tony now moving to take his throne as does Grant. Their legs wide as they move to look over at me.

“STRIP AND SUBMIT”

Tingling at the words do I move to lick my lips in anticipation. My eyes now looking to where he was pointing only to see a very familiar spot within the room. My pillow. A pillow that I’ve become very acquainted with during my months of training to become the perfect sub. Their sub.

Swallowing thickly, I move to climb off the bed slowly. My body naturally moving on it’s own accord as I move to stand within the center of the room. My hands now reaching for my shirt first only to be stopped by Tony.

“Slow. Nice and slow there Bambina (Baby).”

Quick to blush do I move to whisper back. “Yes, Sirs”

Eager to please, do I move to remove my shirt now slowly, currently braless as I feel no shame when my breasts move to wiggle free. My nipples instantly hard due to the cold temperature of the room. My men inhaling sharply as they continue to watch me.

My gaze now silently on both of them as Grant moves to rub his hardened cock. A sense of pride now blooming deep within me at knowing I could still get each of them physically hard. My eyes now glancing to Tony as I secretly move to wink at him. My hands now coming towards the waist band of my leggings as I slowly move to slide them down. Carefully bending at the waist as I move to take them all the way down. My nicely bruised ass now facing Tony as I showcase my lovely new thong that I got from Lucus. Having received 35 hard smacks with a paddle for being a total brat.

A whistle now rising as Tony moves to admire the marks. My focus now back on Grant. His finger slowly commanding me to turn around, my hips swaying as I smile.

“Thong”

Shivering at the command I move to remove the thong. The fabric now trailing down my legs slowly, the fabric now reaching my ankles only for Grant to speak again. “Stop. Don’t move.” Suddenly frozen within place do I now realize what was happening. My whole pussy now on display for the worlds most feared men. My men. My muscles clenching at the thought of them eyeing me as my wetness now pools along my thighs. The thought of being vulnerable to only them now intoxicating.

“Mmm… so wet already aren’t you sweet girl. So damn wet.”

Unable to speak, do I move to nod my head quickly.

“Words” corrects Tony.

“Yes… Sirs”

Humming in approval does Grant move to speak again. “Rise.” My body doing as commanded. Suddenly breathless as blood now rushes from my brain and back to where it belongs.

“Submit… NOW” commands Tony. My eyes now on him only to see that he too is rubbing himself. My body now moving to kneel as I move into my submissive pose with ease. Tony and Grant now moving off their thrones in order to approach me slowly. Twin sets of designer shoes soon fill my sight as I continue to kneel. A spotlight now shining above me the whole entire time as I wait for what they’ll do to me when given the chance.

“Look at us Isabella”

Lifting my gaze, I move to look at Grant. Tony gasping as I do. “Beautiful, so very beautiful.” My body as well as my breasts fully exposed, my breathing becoming rapid. My body now nervous. Their bulges obvious as they strain against their pants. My eyes leveled with their cocks as I silently lick my lips. My weeping pussy now pulsing at the thought of them taking me.

God, I’m such a whore. But I’m their whore.

“Isabella….” Warns Grant. His gaze now on me. “If you keep licking those damn lips of yours I might just have to give you something else to focus on instead.”

Shivering at the thought do I move to talk back to him. “Why not make me, Sir.”

*Author’s Note: Hey everyone, sorry I was only able to post one chapter tonight, didn’t have a whole lot of time to type up the other one but I just wanted to mention to everyone as it was recently brought up by a reader.. but the words I use within the story, the one with parentheses. Those are words I get from the Google Translator and depending on the word it’s either Greek or Italian, never just one language. Just depends on what I feel like using in that moment. Thanks.*