#((and i am so excited to see what mancini's got up his sleeve for next time!))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Pa," Randall began, just as surprised as Emily was by what his father said, but before he could say anymore, Wilhelm raised his hand to stop them both, saying gently, "I know, lad, I know. I remember what you said the other night about you being engaged, and...you both have our blessing-both Junie's and mine."

"We want our son to be happy," June said, giving a tender smile in turn. "And we want you to happy too, Emily, and we've seen for ourselves that you two are at your happiest together, and...it would just be wrong of us to keep you apart! We know that now, and so, if being together makes you happiest...well, then who are we to argue?"

Like any parents, they wanted to ensure the safety and happiness of their child, and it was very clear to the Paces that not only was Randall happy with his bride-to-be, he was also safe with her-and the same could be said of Emily; she felt secure enough around their boy to confide her true nature to him, and was very clearly over the moon to be with him. To try and keep them apart as they did before...it would deeply unfair of them.

"And even beyond all of that," June confessed shyly, speaking now to Emily. "We...we'd like you to have not just our boy in your life, but us as well, if you'd permit it. Wil and I...we can't imagine what you've been through, and how lonely you must've been, and for so long, and...we'd like to change that, and be a support to you, if we can."

[movedyourchair505]

Napule Nights - tredici

The smut is finally here. Big thanks to Elana for putting up with my annoying ass while writing x

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“Y-You already know.”

Turner raised an eyebrow, disregarding her statement completely, instead giving her the hint of a nod that indicated for her to come closer before his eyes locked on hers, impatient, cold and with absolutely no mercy.

Jade swallowed hard. The one and only goal was to show him she was still useful, and she didn't know how long she had to make that count. Before she could even open her mouth, even begin to explain, he asked her to do what she'd dreaded, been relieved of for only mere seconds and now had to face after all.

His voice was deeper than usual, his lips hardly parting as he muttered through gritted teeth. “Wha' the fook 'appened, Jade?”

Her breath was shaking, her head racing and she didn't dare move a muscle, neither able to walk closer to him nor sit down opposite him. She was beyond terrified, scared to make the wrong move, even breathe too loud, anything to set him off. “I-I...” she stammered, stopping for a moment to compose herself, clear her throat, figure out how she was going to go about this. “I thought you knew.”

His eyes darkened, his fists loosening and he stretched his fingers as if to distract himself for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers despite. “I do” he stated. “But yeh're gunna tell meh.”

She tensed as he rose from his chair, striding around his desk, her breath hitching in her throat. “I-I'm … I'm not sure what happened but...” She swallowed again, licking her lips, now finding it physically challenging to holding his gaze. “I-I swear I followed all your instructions, I-...”

“No.” He stretched his jaw, his tongue pressed into his cheek. “Tha's not wha' I asked.”

She trembled visibly, tensed up more the closer he got, now on the other side of his desk, his back turned to it and she didn't even have the nerve to step back. “It was … it wasn't the man I expected. He … he asked for Mancini.”

His face hardened. She wondered why he wanted to tell her again if it would just refuel his anger about the situation, but she knew the answer deep down, knew that he just wanted to humiliate her, would never in a million years spare her the embarrassment. “And wha' were yeh not supposed teh do? Wha' were the most important fing?”

His voice was calm, but there was something seething under the surface. The calm should have been reassuring, but it just added another layer of unpredictability to him. He was so close now, his face only inches from hers but she didn't dare to move, just tried to stand her ground, keep some of her pride in this prideless situation, staring back at him. She'd never seen his face this cold, had thought it impossible for him to be more threatening, but the edge to his voice had her terrified.

“I-I followed all your instructions, I had no way of knowing!” She called in defense, her voice rising slightly, with fear rather than agitation. “I shouldn't have drawn attention to myself, I know but I was s-...” She stopped herself. There was no use in confessing to her weaknesses, she was supposed to make him see that it wasn't her fault, show him that there was room to improve when all the odds were in her favour, unlike this situation in which it'd been out of her hands.

“Yeh was wha'?” He asked. There was no getting anything past him, he always singled out what made her most uncomfortable, pushed her to her limits.

There was no use in fighting him. “Scared.” Her voice was steady, but she didn't have much more strength in herself to resist much longer. She just wanted this to be over, to know what would happen, because he wasn't going to grant her a chance of explaining herself anyway, she didn't know why she'd gotten her hopes up. He'd probably already made up his mind, had decided her fate when she'd walked in the door.

He swallowed, his skin straining over his adam's apple and he stretched his jaw, as if to contemplate his next move, his eyes wandering down her body, then back up at her, his hands once again clenched into fists and he leaned closer, her senses now clouded with his scent, the smoke that lingered around him, his cologne. “I'm not known for givin' second chances, Jade.”

Her heart stopped for a second, the lack of space between their bodies making her head spin, preventing her from forming a clear thought. The harshness of his words, the threat in them, it made her all too aware of how real her fear was. He could have her taken away, get rid of her and no one would ever know. He could lock her up in that suite, he could do anything and she had absolutely no control over that, it wouldn't matter what she said or did and she hated the thought of being powerless, of not being able to defend herself, frustrated that she hadn't been able to make use of the chance she'd been given, desperate for all those things she'd wanted to do and he was making it impossible for her to form a logical plan that would ensure she'd get out of this. She was overwhelmed by how close he was and she couldn't deny that the anger in his eyes, the frustration in their depths excited her in ways she couldn't explain.

“So why the fuck am I still here, Turner?”

It was like time froze for a moment, his gaze dropping and she almost felt a sense of relief rush through her as she'd been positive she'd gone too far, relaxing as maybe she hadn't and then his hand was at her neck, one step and his long fingers wrapped around her throat, his jaw clenching as his eyes were locked on hers once again and she gasped, frozen with fear.

“Why are yeh still 'ere?” He repeated through gritted teeth, his lip twitching, his thumb digging into her skin underneath her chin, tilting her head to maintain her gaze on his. “I fink weh bof kno' tha', don't weh, Jade?”

Her heart skipped a beat, her body trembling, reluctantly she caught herself leaning towards him, silently begging for more. She hadn't realised how much she wanted this, how he replaced her fear so effortlessly with need. She couldn't find it in herself to respond, her breath getting caught in her throat.

She gasped when he let go, confused, craning towards him almost automatically, as if she were gravitating towards him like the opposite pole of a magnet, glaring at him expectantly. She wasn't ready for him to send her away, not now that he'd given her a taste of something she'd been craving carnally. Before she could say anything, his deep drawl cut through the thick silence.

“Bend over.”

She raised an eyebrow at his lack of subtleness, breathing out shakily, the urge to challenge him stronger than ever before. While she'd tried to de-escalate the situation before, keep him calm, she was now on a mission to fuel the fire. “Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?”

He'd ignited a fire in her, given her back just enough for her to know that she'd been right all along, that her efforts hadn't been for nothing, that he wanted her. “Dun't yeh talk back teh meh reyht now...” he spat, his hand instantly at the back of her neck, bending her forward over his desk.

She could feel his hand shaking, the tension in his arm as he held her down, nothing audible in the room but her own heartbeat that seemed to be thudding against the dark wood of his desk, and his breathing as he tried to calm himself. For a brief moment, she didn't dare to move, found herself torn between being scared and being so shamelessly desperate for him.

“Yeh stay like tha' or I swear yeh're gunna regret it...” he threatened, letting go of her neck and standing up straight, holding her gaze as she turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder. For a moment he couldn't believe himself, couldn't believe the way he'd snapped, but now there was no going back. He'd already allowed himself to go this far, and that was his excuse to not stop now.

She knew what she must have looked like, bent over his desk with her skirt hitched up too far, her skin flushed and hot and she didn't know for how much longer she could conceal how badly she wanted him, closing her legs and pressing them together in an attempt to dull the throbbing ache between her legs, her heart dropping when he stepped closer to her again, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and he cracked his knuckles before smoothing one of his hands flat up her back, pressed tightly to her body, exhaling sharply.

“I'm gunna make yeh scream, pupa...” he stated, nonchalant, a threat rather than a promise. “I joost want teh see 'ow mooch yeh can take.”

The need in the pit of stomach churning, she breathed out shakily, desperate for more of his touch, his warm hand feeling like it burned through her clothes. She'd been attracted to him ever since she'd first seen him, hell, the stories she'd heard about him had made her curious even, how powerful, how untouchable he was. Everything about him suggested that when he did finally snap, dropped that cold facade of self-control and indifference, he would come down hard on whoever had caused for him to snap and she hadn't realised how much she'd needed him to, well aware that if he was going to do this, it would be a lot to handle. But she knew that she could. “Give me your worst, Turner.”

His hand was instantly at her neck again, pressing her face down against the desk, his composure faltering. “I said...” he growled, his other hand dragging her skirt up with ease and she felt it tear slightly under his grip. “Dun't talk back teh meh.”

She sighed breathlessly, rocking forward on the desk as he reached down between her legs, nudging her thighs apart and she tensed as his fingers toyed with the string of her thong, a simple tug, a tear and the flimsy piece of underwear fell to the floor. She was embarrassed at how wet she was, dreaded how he was going to react. She'd put so much work into resisting him, keeping him at a distance somehow and now he'd know exactly how desperate she was for him, a soft cry leaving her lips when his rough fingertips pressed against her folds. “Oh, Jade...”

The power he had over her drove her wild and she ached for him to give her more, she knew he was still holding back and she just wanted him to allow himself to let go, the primal need to get him to unwind relentlessly strong. She tried to push her hips back to meet his touches, but he was having none of it, instantly tightening his grip on her neck and pushing her harder into the desk, lifting his other hand to deliver a smack against her ass.

She yelped, the sting on her bare skin unexpected and she was writhing desperately, needy for more, needy for him to touch her. “F-Fuck...” she whined.

His palm came down on her ass again, the same spot throbbing, most likely red now. “Shut up.”

She breathed shakily, attempting to adjust her position bent over the edge of the desk, her breasts roughly pressed against the wood, her nipples hard and sensitive. She wanted more, now that he'd given her a taste she would've done anything, unsure if obeying would get her more than challenging him.

“Yeh fookin' stay like tha'...” He commanded her, his fingers suddenly coming in contact with her folds again, pushing two inside her without a warning, burying them in her heat despite her walls contracting around them as they tried to accommodate to the way he suddenly stretched her out, the friction almost painful and he curled his fingers inside her, his calloused fingertips brushing right into the spot that made her see stars, a desperate whimper falling from her lips.

He dragged his fingers out of her before forcing them right back in, the noises she made fuelling him to try and make her lose control, to get her to be louder, for her body to submit to him completely, biting his lip harshly when she tried to push her hips back on his fingers, crying out pathetically.

“Oh, fookin'ell, is tha' all it takes for yeh, Jade?” He drawled, his tone mocking, annoyed. “Two fingers in yehr cunt get yeh there? I dun't fink yeh're gunna beh able teh 'andle me worst...”

Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment, she knew he just wanted to humiliate her and she hated him for it, the threat in his voice stilling her hips instantly. She was afraid that if he decided she wouldn't be able to take it, he would stop. And she couldn't keep herself from trying, the plea falling from her lips shakily. “I-I can, f-fuck...” she whined, trying to keep her hips still as he fingered her lazily, her hands gripping on to the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white.

Her hips were already bruised, her breasts aching from being squished up between her body and the hardness of the desk and she knew if he kept going, it was only going to get worse from here. He was going to ruin her.

“I dunno if yeh're worf it, if tha's all it takes for yeh...” he drawled. “And yeh can't fookin' follow a simple order...”

And just like that, his fingers were gone, the way he left her empty and desperate again making her cry out with need and she cried out desperately when he smacked her ass again, hard and tortuous, getting more and more carried away with testing her limits, the metal of his rings a cold contrast on her hot skin, but the force of them was even more painful.

She knew the situation would not present itself again, if he decided he didn't want her now, then he wouldn't give in again, and she wanted badly to show him that she could take it all. “Please...” she whined.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, contemplating his next move. He was so used to women submitting to him, because he didn't bother if they didn't, but she was so in control of herself, and as much as he liked it, it made his own control falter, it infuriated him that it made his ego suffer, that he couldn't rise above it, poking at her confidence every time she offered the opportunity to because he couldn't stand sharing his dominance. Holding her down, having her desperate and begging for him, it satisfied him more than he ever would have thought. He'd known he had the power to, but having her right there to do whatever he wanted with, having her surrender to him, it was something else entirely. He hadn't thought it possible, for her to give in completely but he knew if anyone could make her submit, it would be him.

“You want me, Turner...” she coaxed, her voice shaky yet seductive, practically asking him to let himself go and destroy her.

He knew she was right, but he hated how confident she was about it, how she tempted him, bringing his hand down on her ass again forcefully, squeezing the back of her neck. “I told yeh teh shut up.”

She moaned, louder than before, taken aback by the intensity of it, whimpering as his hand ran over her sensitive abused skin.

“I'm gunna make yeh cry, Jade” he informed her nonchalantly, his voice barely affected. “And I'm gunna get yeh teh beg for meh teh forgive yeh.”

“Y-You wish...” she groaned, trying to push herself up but the second she attempted to lift her body, his hand came down to sprawl out on her lower back, holding her down effortlessly, restricting her every movement as he kept her trapped between his grip and the top of his desk.

“I swear, if yeh fookin' disobey meh one more time, I'm gunna spank yeh until yeh forgot yehr own name.”

Jade was desperate for him beyond return, she needed him to take her, she needed him to ruin her but most of all, she needed something, for him to do anything that would show her that he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. “I've taken worse.” She didn't expect him to think she would obey now.

He'd known beforehand that if he was to let it get this far, he wouldn't be able to just have his way with her and move on, that's now how she worked, not even with her body under his tight grip and her wetness dripping down her thighs. He stayed silent for a moment, motionless long enough for her to presume his threat was empty, then delivered three hard smacks to her already bruised ass, reveling in the way her body rocked forward and she cried out, her voice getting caught in her throat.

“And yeh're gunna fank meh.”

She sobbed at the feeling of her skin burning under his touch, gasped when another blow landed on her ass and she tried to find it in herself to speak, knowing that his promises definitely were none to be broken. “Thank you” she cried. “T-Thank you...”

He hummed with satisfaction, enjoying the way she finally submitted to him immensely. “'ave yeh 'ad enough?” He growled.

“N-No” she whimpered, pushing her ass back towards him. “Give me more” she begged. “Please...”

Her words were driving him to the edge, he was gone. He'd been right about her, he didn't need an excuse to explain allowing this to happen. He knew exactly why he had now, the tension in his muscles ceasing slowly and he loosened his grip on her neck, smoothing her hair to the side.

She was panting, her body trembling with need, nervous about what she'd said, about talking back to him again, but she was beyond caring now, her breath hitching in her throat when she felt his poise falter, the slow movement of his hand in her hair a sharp contrast to the stinging skin he'd slapped.

Before she could fully comprehend the switch inside him, he gripped onto her hair, pulling it back slightly, the way she gasped and tried to resist him exactly what he'd wanted and he smacked her ass again, harder this time, eliciting another desperate cry from her, the way she pushed back towards him for more making him slowly lose his mind.

She'd probably had worse, and she definitely could take it. That thought threw him out of line, the image of someone else holding her down the way he was and was overcome with a surge of primal need to take her and make her remember this, make her remember him over anybody else that had ever had her.

She tried to prepare herself for another blow, tensing when she heard a sound she hadn't expected when both his hands left her and she turned to look at him over her shoulder, seeing him unbuckle his belt, her face forced into the desk again, her view restricted with his hand gripping the back of her neck again and she felt him step closer to her, whimpering at the feeling of the tip of his cock against her wet folds.

“Yeh asked for this, Jade...” He drawled, biting down hard on his lip when he felt her push back against him, his hand gripping on to her hip quickly to hold her steady. He was going to set the pace. “Yeh're joost gaggin' for it, aren't yeh?” He'd held on so long, tortured her and disregarded his own desire for her, now desperate to take her, make her scream and feel her body submit to him completely.

“P-Please...” she whimpered, unable to take the throbbing emptiness between her legs for much longer, aching for something after he'd already roughed her up so deliciously. She couldn't wait for him to actually give her his worst.

“Yeh're gunna take meh, Jade” he drawled. “And yeh're gunna keep yehr mouf shut.”

She tried once again to push back against him, aching for him to make his threats come true, whining at the way his nails dug into her skin with his hand clamped on her hip, holding her down with his muscles straining.

“Stop tryin' teh take control, pupa...” he drawled. “Surrender the meh and I'll give yeh wha' yeh want...”

Her resistance ceased, her body bending as he wanted and he slowly pushed his hips forward, his cock filling her agonisingly slow, his hands gripping onto her tightly, a low, guttural moan falling from his lips as her heat enveloped him, her walls instantly clenching around him, trying to get used to the stretch.

Her hands gripped on tightly to the edge of the desk, tears dwelling in her eyes at the intensity of the feeling, the friction with which his cock pushed against her already tender walls, the burn so tight, so delicious. “F-Fuck, ohmygod...”

He shifted to adjust the angle of his hips before snapping them forward, burying his cock all the way inside her, her heels sliding off the floor as she rocked forward, her hips knocking against the desk loudly and without a moment for her to adjust, he drew back and slammed inside her once more, making her lurch forward again, his thick cock filling her to the brim, pushing into her so deep that she could hardly breathe.

The thrusts of his hips were slow, strategically placed to torture her and make her feel exactly how much power he had over her, equally entertained and turned on by the way he could make her cry out with a simple push of his hips, the way she clenched around him every time he pushed his cock deep inside her. He loved seeing her finally surrender, but he wanted more. He wanted to really take control of her, reaching forward, his hips knocking into hers, slamming against the desk so she had nowhere to go and he dragged both her arms up, his fingers closing around her wrists and holding them behind her back with one hand, starting to fuck into her slowly, a smooth, more gradually increasing pace as she now had no leverage, no other choice but to take his worst, to take everything he was giving her.

She didn't even try to fight him, relishing in the feeling of how he took complete control of her. It was something she wasn't quite used to, but she'd never felt as well taken care of as she did in that moment, his hips crashing hers into the desk, the intensity overwhelming now that she had nothing to hold on to. “Don't stop” she whined, knowing she wouldn't be able to take it. “Please, f-fuck, don't stop...”

Alex didn't think of stopping and as much as he liked to take her harder with every time she disobeyed him, it frustrated him too as it swerved his self-control, and he didn't want to share his dominance with her, leaning over her so his chest was pressed up against her back, her arms trapped between them, letting go of the back of her neck and clamping his hand over her lips, feeling her instant struggle as she moved her head and moaned against his hand which he instantly took advantage of, forcing two of his fingers into her mouth.

She moaned around them instantly, tasting the remainder of her own wetness and despite her initial urge to fight him, she was thankful for something to hold on to in some way, instantly sucking greedily on his fingers, moaning around them as he screwed her mercilessly over his desk.

No one had ever fucked her better, it was always not hard enough, not fast enough, not intense enough, wishing constantly he would do this, do that, but Turner ... it was like he was reading her mind, knew her every desire, how to read the sounds that left her lips, her movements, pushing her buttons effortlessly.

And just when she was getting close, chasing her release, unable to believe that this was really happening, his movements slowed, his fingers shoving deeper into her mouth and he pressed himself tightly against her, his cock buried deep inside her, her walls contracting around him, desperate for more and she tried to move, to get him to move, crying out needily as the building of her orgasm slowly faded again, his fingers slipping out of her mouth to close around her throat, adding light pressure.

“Please” she choked out, her eyes filling with tears again, her mind clouded with lust, desperate cries of desire. “Oh, f-fuck … please don't stop, I … I'll do anything.”

He chuckled darkly, his voice deep, his tone cocky. “Tha's reyht, pupa...” he drawled. “Yeh're gunna beg for meh teh forgive yeh...”

It made her ego crumble and she despised his power of her, regretting of letting it get this far, of letting him take complete control over her but at the same time, she'd made him snap, she'd gotten something out of him, and that was enough for her to swallow her pride. She wanted him too much to endure any more torture.

“Forgive me” she whined and he rocked her forward again, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was so close, she could taste it.

“Again” he barked, his grip tightening around her throat.

“Forgive me” she whimpered. “It won't happen again, I … please, Alexander. Forgive me, I'll do anything you want, I … f-fuuck...”

He drew back only to push all the way inside her again, standing up straight and placing both his hands on her hips, retaining a tight grip as he knew he'd need it. He was close to the edge himself, was going to come harder than he ever had before, all this pent up tension, all the need to dominate her, he was going to make this count, fucking her relentlessly now.

With a final snap of his hips he emptied his cock inside her, groaning loudly, his nails digging into her already bruised hips.

She gasped when she felt his hot release inside her, the sudden loud groan taking her off guard as he'd mostly kept himself quiet, and she couldn't hold back any longer, her walls clenching around him and her orgasm hit her hard as she cried against the desk, her body shaking violently, the way she squeezed his cock so tightly making her feel like she was on fire, panting, her vision blurry.

Before she was able to properly catch her breath, he stood straight and stepped back, his cock slipping out of her, the obscene sound mixing with her whimper as she was left empty and he tucked himself back in, his belt buckle clicking.

She gasped, her breath shaking as she tried to collect herself, instantly pushing herself up as well, her limbs feeling rather weak but she refused to stay in the vulnerable position she'd been reduced to for too long, standing straight despite her legs being shaky and it took her all her efforts to stand steadily on her heels as she attempted to adjust her skirt, the tight material rubbing painfully against her skin.

“Take yehr underwear” he drawled and she turned around to look at him over her shoulder as he sat back in his chair. There was not a hair out of place on his head, he'd stayed fully dressed, no traces of how much of a mess he'd just made of her.

Her legs trembled as she bent down to pick up her underwear and shoved it into her bag, trying to search for his gaze but he didn't give her that satisfaction, didn't give her the answers she was now desperately looking for as she stood frozen on the other side of his desk, sweat pooling at the back of her neck, her hips aching, her legs shaking, his release running down her thighs and she squeezed them together quickly, swallowing hard.

After a few seconds of silence, he looked up, raising an eyebrow at her as if to ask what she was still doing there. “I'll see yeh tomorrow, Jade” he stated, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out a cigarette, with his other hand fishing his lighter from his pocket, flicking it open and lighting the smoke trapped between his lips, taking a drag. “Teh sort out this fookin' mess yeh created earlier.”

She swallowed, a sense of relief rushing through her. She was going to stay. She'd made it, but she knew that she really had to watch out now, not staying a second longer in his presence as she couldn't bear it and he didn't want her there. She tried to walk slowly, her legs aching but she put all her strength to leaving his office gracefully.

“I 'ope this answers yehr question.”

She stopped, her hand already on the door. “W-What?” She asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

“This is why yeh're still 'ere” he drawled, not looking up and taking another drag from his cigarette, his eyes now skimming over a document in front of him. “I'm not bored yet.”