Page 35 of Anastasia

“There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about Alex,” my mother said. “I wasn’t there to watch her last breath. I cared more about drugs than my dying little girl.”

She began to sob.

I pressed my lips against her cheek. We sat there drowning in our own thoughts while the brisk wind blew past us. She whispered, “I love you, Anastasia. I promise to be as strong as you have been for this entire family.”

Valentino

Iheard the door to the estate close, alerting me that my brother and the girl, Orabella, had left the house. I should have known that Vincenzo was losing his heart to the girl. My brother was the type to do that sort of thing—dating, marriage, having kids. I, on the other hand, preferred the better side of things—making money, fucking, having women.

My brother’s happiness meant a lot to me, but Dmitri deserved to pay for what he had done. I hoped Enzo’s heart wouldn’t get in the way of my plan. He could fuck her as he saw fit, but the time to set the plan into motion was coming soon. Very soon.

It didn’t take me long to enter the club. The first thing that caught my eyes was Anastasia. She was on the pole wearing her pink plastic-like lingerie set with heels to match.

From the moment I met her, I knew she would do a phenomenal job. It was the way men seem captivated by her appeal—it’s what captivated me.

“Mr. Romano,” a girl purred out, coming up to me with a tray of shot glasses. She had nothing on except nipple coverings and a thong. I reached over and grabbed a glass of whatever drink she was serving.

Just as she was about to walk off, I grabbed her by her wrist.

“Tell Barbie she has a private dance, VIP room,” I whispered in her ear before delivering a wink. She looked over at the stage where Barbie was finishing up her dance with hateful eyes before nodding her head.

“Anything for you, sir,” she said seductively.

I downed the whole drink as the girl walked off. My gaze settled on Anastasia. Without even looking, I could tell the men in the audience couldn’t take their eyes of her. Little did they know, she was mine.All mine.

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It didn’t take longfor Anastasia to make an appearance. The entire room was dark except for the pink lights that lit up the stripper pole.

I watched her walk in with her blonde hair cascading down her back in waves as she walked up to the pole. Slow music began to play in the background as her hand slowly graced the metal pole.

“You asked for a taste of Barbie?” she asked, her sexy accent falling off of her tongue as her big breasts spilled out of her tight bra.

My tongue swept over my lips at the thought of bending her over and doing more than tasting her. My dick began to harden. I watched as she spun around the pole, clasping it as she dragged herself up. Her legs pulled apart in the splits. Her body spun, giving me a view of her entire body.

My favorite part was when she spread her long legs in the shape of aV, showing me everything she had to offer. It was such an erotic sight, and it’d be a lie to say it didn’t make me want more of her.

After that, she climbed down the pole leisurely, crawling off the small stage toward me. It took everything inside of me to not reach out and grab her boobs, as they were begging me to relieve their restraints.

When she was in front of me, I watched as she turned her body, placing herself onto my lap.

She smelled like vanilla, and it hit me strongly as she moved her hair to the side. She gyrated her hips against me, creating that friction I’d always wanted from her.

Then, she bent over and began to bounce her sweet ass to the beat of the music, expertly aiming for my hardening shaft. She grinded her hips against mine, going slow at first before speeding up.

I watched as her hands moved behind her back. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but when the sound of her bra being undone hit my ears it made me a smirk.

“Careful there, Bambolina.” I chuckled darkly. Her body tensed up on top of me, causing my smirk to grow.

“I had a feeling it wasyou,” she spat distastefully.

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” I chuckled. She rolled her eyes before she began to get up, but my hands closed on her waist, keeping her in place.

“Don’t leave now, it was just beginning to get fun,” I whispered in her ear.

She placed her hand on my chest as I brought her in closer. My hand came up and tugged at her undone bra, which she quickly grasped, rushing to hold it against her chest.

“What do you want, Mr. Romano?” she asked.

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