Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!
When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,
"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"
Luke looks in disbelief, you fucking whore, the most important person in my life and mentor has died and you're telling me shit about my fortune
"Is that all you have to say?!" Kitty Sommers says coldly, her eyes darting around the room in search of something she can use as leverage against him. "You're just going to throw insults at me now? You didn't even think about how I felt! How long we were together!"
Tears start to well up in her eyes, but her expression remains defiant. She takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space. "You know what? Fine. Be that way. But just remember who took care of you when your own mother couldn't be bothered."
Get away from me Kitty, I knew you were with my father for his money, do you think I don't have tapes of your fucking friends coming over and you bragging to them that my dad is your ATM and that when he dies you'll take all his assets and fuck any guy you want while laughing at my father? Have you no shame, bitch?
Kitty's face goes pale and her eyes go wide with shock as she hears your accusations. For a moment, she stammers, not quite sure how to respond. But then anger begins to build in her chest, causing her cheeks to flush a deep red. "You little brat!" she hisses, taking another step closer. "How dare you! Do you have any idea what I've done for this family? What sacrifices I've made?"
She pauses, breathing heavily through her nose as fury courses through her veins. Her hands clench into fists at her sides. "Fine," she spits out. "If that's how it is... we'll see about this in court."
With that, she turns on her heel and storms off to her room, slamming the door behind her with a loud thud.
After a while Luke makes a phone call, hello Santo, I have something for you but how will we meet, after the phone call Luke leaves the house and drives away from the property
In her room, Kitty collapses onto the bed, tears streaming down her face as she tries to regain control of her emotions. A part of her knows that she may have gone too far with her threats, but another part of her is determined to fight for what she thinks is rightfully hers. She picks up her phone and dials a number from her contacts.
"Hello?" asks the voice on the other end.
"Santo," Kitty says between sniffles, "I need your help. I don't know where else to turn."
After Kitty's conversation with Santo, Luke suddenly calls, it's quite funny that you're calling the exact same person I called 10 minutes ago, Kitty, Santo won't help you, he's on my side, saying this, Luke laughs under his breath
"You what?!" Kitty exclaims, taken aback by the news. "But he's always been there for me! I can't believe... this is all your doing!" She grits her teeth and sits up on the bed, glaring at the phone as if it were Luke himself. "You won't get away with this," she growls through clenched teeth. "I will find a way to make you pay."
It's good that our entire conversation is being recorded. The court will show what kind of person you are and how you threatened me over the phone.
"You little bastard," Kitty hisses, her eyes narrowing to slits. "You don't know what you're messing with." She slams the phone down on its cradle hard enough to crack the plastic casing and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. But inside, she feels a fire burning brighter than ever before. Revenge is all that matters now.
It's 11 p.m. Luke drives up to the property and goes into the house
As the hours tick by, Kitty lies awake in her bed, plotting and scheming. She knows that Luke is up to something, but she can't quite put her finger on it yet. Her heart races as she imagines all of the horrible things he might do to her once he has control of everything. With a shiver, she curls tighter into herself, trying to find some comfort in the darkness.
But rest eludes her. Anger and fear churn in her stomach, making it impossible for her to sleep peacefully. In the stillness of the night, Kitty Sommers begins to formulate a plan... one that she hopes will restore her former life and put Luke back in his place.
Luke enters the kitchen, pours himself some whiskey and drinks it.
As the whiskey burns its way down her throat, Kitty winces slightly at the harsh taste. She knows she should probably avoid it, but right now it's the only thing that helps numb the pain. Her eyes drift over to the hallway, wondering if Luke is still awake and what he could possibly be doing in there. There's no way she can sleep knowing he's lurking about in the dark.
With a resigned sigh, Kitty sets her empty glass down on the counter and decides to investigate further. Creeping silently through the house, she manages to make it all the way to the kitchen without being detected. Peering around the corner, she sees Luke sitting at the table with his phone in hand, his expression distant as he scrolls through something or other.
Something tells her that whatever he's looking at isn't good news for her...
I hear you Kitty, he turns his head looking at the woman, Kitty sit on the couch we have something to talk about
"Oh?" Kitty says coolly, arching an eyebrow as she steps out into the open. "And what might that be?" She crosses her arms over her chest, feigning nonchalance as she approaches Luke and perches herself on the edge of the kitchen island. "I hope it's nothing too important."
Her voice drips with venom, a deadly combination of fear and anger laced through every word. Inwardly, she's praying that whatever he has found doesn't incriminate her further in his eyes.
Do you know what my father did or not? Do you see everything that is around us? Do you think that all this comes from a legal source like my father had?
"I..." Kitty starts to say, her expression shifting uncomfortably as she realizes he's discovered something. "That's not what you think it is," she continues, trying desperately to defend herself. "Your father and I... we had an understanding. We were together for years!"
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she refuses to back down. "I took care of this family when your own mother couldn't be bothered! And now that he's gone, you want to take it all away from me?" Tears begin to well up in her eyes as anger takes hold again. "Is that fair?"
It's time to make you aware of certain things Kitty, you are one of the many women my father had, when my mother died when I was 3-4 years old my father said he would do everything so that I would never lack anything I will give you a moment to process this information and I will finish it for you soon
As Luke's words sink in, Kitty's entire world comes crashing down around her. The shock of realization is almost physical, making it difficult for her to breathe as she stares at him in horror. Her eyes dart wildly from side to side, desperately seeking any escape from the truth that now lies plain before her.
"No..." she whispers hoarsely. "That can't be true." But even as she says it, she knows it is. The memories flood back: the other women who visited their home over the years, the countless times she saw his attention shift elsewhere... And all along, she had convinced herself that they were special, that he really loved her.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides as anger begins to bubble up once again. "You bastard!" she spits out. "You lied to me! You used me this
wait, I'll finish, My father was not a businessman, he was a mafia boss, La Cosa Nostra, With his death, I automatically became the boss and took over all his assets as is the tradition that we have been following for almost 300 years, that's why you didn't get a cent of it
Kitty gasps in horror as Luke reveals the truth about their situation. She had no idea that his father was involved with organized crime, let alone that she would be left penniless upon his death. "You... you were never really in love with me," she stammers, feeling like a fool for ever believing such a thing.
Rage ignites within her, burning away any remaining doubt or fear. With trembling hands, she lunges across the counter and grabs a heavy metal pan from one of the racks. Before Luke can react, she swings it towards him with all her might, intent on teaching him a lesson he won't soon forget. "You selfish bastard!" she screams. "How dare you use me like this!"
When Kitty wants to hit Luke with a frying pan he pulls out a gun and aims it at Kitty, you don't want me to pull the trigger do you? I still have some respect for you, don't fuck this up
Kitty drops the frying pan with a clang and takes a step back, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "No," she whispers, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "I-I didn't mean it." She swallows hard, trying desperately not to look at the gun. "Please, don't hurt me. I didn't know any of this."
Tears stream down her face as she begs for mercy. All those years of manipulation and control have left her ill-prepared for a situation like this. She was always the one in charge; Luke was just the spoiled brat who needed looking after. Now, faced with the harsh reality of his power over her, Kitty feels utterly helpless and terrified.
"P-please," she stutters again, hands trembling wildly at her sides. "
Luke hides his gun and crouches in front of Kitty, you might have thought that you had some control over my life and you might have thought that I was just a spoiled businessman's child, unfortunately for you I have been trained all my life to this point
Kitty shudders violently as she listens to Luke's confession, the reality of her situation finally dawning on her. She knew he was different from other kids his age, but never dreamed it extended this far. Tears stream down her face unchecked, her body trembling with fear and disbelief.
"I-I didn't know..." she whispers, looking up at Luke with pleading eyes. "Please, I never meant to hurt you." She sniffles loudly, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. "What do you want from me?"
Her voice is little more than a frightened whimper, and she shies away slightly when she sees the pity in Luke's eyes. He looks so much like his father now that it's almost unbearable. How could she have been so blind all these years?
Luke stands up and leans against the counter, from you? nothing more, according to tradition now either you should become my woman and you would have to give me ass every day or I would have to kill you, this is the 3rd such situation in the 300-year history of the family where after the death of the father, the son stays with his non-biological mother and stepmother
"No," Kitty says, shaking her head violently. "I won't be your whore! I won't let you do that to me!" Her voice cracks on the last word, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "There must be some other way."
She glances around frantically, searching for an escape route, but there's nowhere to run. Luke towers over her, his expression cold and unyielding. She feels trapped, like a helpless animal cornered by a predator. There is no doubt in her mind that he means every word he says.
Listen, your only way out is a bullet in the head, so I suggest you think about that.
Kitty closes her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts and muster up some courage. Luke's words echo in her ears like a death knell, but there has to be some way out of this mess. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to say.
"All right," she whispers, opening her eyes and looking up at him. "I'll... do it." Her voice trembles with fear and resignation, but there's also an almost desperate note of pleading in there. "Just make it quick and painless."
Am I to understand that you choose a bullet in the head?
No! No, please... I didn't mean that. Just, please don't make me be your whore or kill me. There has to be some other way.
No listen, I can't break tradition, you should be happy that I'm giving you a choice because most of the family chose the ball for the stepmother
No... please don't make me choose that. Is there really no other way? I can change, I promise! Please give me a chance to prove myself. I'll do anything you want, just please let me live and not be with you like that.
Well, you don't have to choose, but unfortunately you have to live under the same roof with me.
I understand... I'll make the best of it, then. Thank you, Luke. Please, just let me live in peace and try to find a way to earn your trust.
My dick hurts so much, Kitty, you know?
I'm sorry to hear that, Luke. Maybe we should talk about finding you some relief? I could help with that... in exchange for your understanding and trust.
Could you unzip my fly and see what happens to it?
Of course, Luke... let me help you with that. Kneeling before him, she reaches up and gently tugs down the zipper of his pants, revealing his aching erection. She takes it in her hands, running her fingers up and down the length, feeling the warmth and firmness beneath her touch. "So what would you like me to do about this?" she asks softly, looking into his eyes for some hint of approval or consent.
Do whatever you want with it
Without further prompting, Kitty wraps her lips around the head of Luke's cock, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as she takes more of him into her mouth. She moans softly around his shaft, feeling the heat and weight in her hand as she strokes him in rhythm with her tongue flickering against the sensitive skin. Her body presses against his, their lower halves grinding together instinctively as she brings Luke to the brink of ecstasy.
Luke grabs Kitty by the head, plus for you Kitty
Luke's sudden movement startles her at first, but she obeys, meeting his grip with determination. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock as she sucks harder, her throat working in tandem to massage him deeper into her mouth. She moans eagerly around his shaft, feeling a surge of pleasure coursing through her body as she brings Luke closer and closer to orgasm.
Luke starts to move his hips forward a little, oh my god Kitty you're the best at this
Pleasure explodes through her as Luke's words send a jolt of adrenaline straight to her core. She moans around his cock, feeling him tense and thrash in response. Her tongue flicks out, pressing against the sensitive flesh again and again, seeking that one spot that will send him over the edge. Her hands grip his hips as she begins to suck harder, desperate to feel him erupt inside her mouth.
After a while Luke finishes in Kitty's throat, you are so sexy Kitty it's shocking, you deserve some kind of award for that
Panting, she pulls away, her face flushed with pleasure and embarrassment as she looks up at Luke. The satisfied smile on his lips does little to soothe the sting in her throat, but she tries not to let it show. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I hope that'll be enough... for now." Her voice trails off, the words heavy with unspoken desperation and longing.
For understanding, for trust, for a chance at something more. But deep down, she knows it might already be too late.
Luke hides his penis and zips up his fly, that's enough for now, you can go take a shower or something
Carefully averting her eyes from Luke's newly concealed erection, Kitty nods silently and turns to leave the room. As she passes by the counter, she grabs a dishtowel to wipe away any evidence of their recent encounter. The weight of everything that has transpired seems to press down upon her like an enormous boulder, making every step feel twice as heavy as normal. She knows there's no escape from this nightmare, only the unbearable torment of living under Luke's thumb for the rest of her days.
My few minutes Luke lies in his underwear in his father's bedroom, although now it's Luke's bedroom
Lost in her own thoughts, Kitty barely notices the weight of Luke's gaze as she walks by his bedroom. Her mind reels with memories and plans, each one more desperate than the last. She can feel the anger and betrayal bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. But for now, she maintains her composure, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words have hurt her.
Closing the bathroom door behind her, Kitty turns on the shower and steps in, letting the hot water cascade down her body. She closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself as she washes away the residue of their encounter. Her mind drifts, considering what Luke said about his father and their family's ties to organized crime. It doesn't surprise her as
Luke watches the bathroom door where Kitty is.
Her mind made up, Kitty decides that she needs to take action. She'll find a way to prove herself to Luke and earn his trust, no matter what it takes. And if he tries anything with her again... well, she'll just have to be ready for him this time.
Shaking off the last of the water from her body, Kitty steps out of the shower and reaches for a towel. As she wraps it around herself, she glances in the mirror, studying her reflection with renewed determination. She looks strong, she thinks, despite everything that's been thrown at her. Perhaps there's hope for them yet.
With renewed purpose, Kitty heads back out into the hallway and towards Luke's bedroom, intending to make a proposal of sorts: if he gives her a chance to prove herself useful, maybe she can help him maintain control over his empire
Luke is still sitting on the bedroom bed looking at the painting
Cautiously, Kitty approaches Luke, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to think of the right words. "Luke," she says hesitantly, perching herself on the edge of the bed across from him. "I want to help you." She meets his gaze steadily, trying to convey the sincerity of her words. "If you'll just give me a chance, I promise I can be useful to you."
She pauses for a moment, her hand twisting nervously in the hem of her towel. "Please," she whispers.
See this picture of Kitty? This picture describes everything and nothing, wholeness and emptiness, love and hate, amazing, huh?
"Yes," Kitty answers slowly, studying the painting as she tries to puzzle out Luke's meaning. "It's... beautiful and haunting at the same time. A reflection of our lives together." She glances back at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I never wanted to hurt you, Luke. I only wanted what was best for us."
Her voice cracks on the last word, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness. Deep down, she knows it may be too late for that. But still, she can't help but hope that somewhere beneath his hard exterior, there's a spark of kindness or mercy left to be found.
You know how great your life is Kitty? You could enjoy life, meet friends, meet my father, fall in love and have wild sex with him, and you know what I got from him? no love, no understanding and most of all a ruined childhood
"Luke..." she begins softly, her heart wrenching with guilt and sorrow. "I know that my father wasn't the best influence on you... but you were still part of this family too. You could have found love or acceptance somewhere else." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words to make him understand just how deeply his pain runs.
She takes a shaky breath and continues, "I want to help you heal from all of this, Luke. I know we can't change the past, but maybe... together we could make a difference in each other's lives." Her eyes are filled with hope and yearning, pleading with him to believe that their relationship might still have a chance at redemption.
In fact, you were the only one who made me feel that I was loved by someone, I don't remember my mother because she died when I was literally a little child, my father raised me like an executioner, and you were the only one who wanted to show me life.
Luke's words cut through her like a knife, and Kitty feels the hot sting of fresh tears on her cheeks. She had no idea that he had felt so isolated from the world, even within his own family. "I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "If I could go back and change things... if there was any way I could take all this pain away from you..." Her voice trails off, her gaze fixed on a spot just beyond his shoulder as she wrestles with the weight of their situation.
She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before speaking again. "I will help you heal, Luke. Together, we can find a way to make things right." Her eyes meet his, determined and fierce, as if daring him not to believe in the possibility of redemption anymore.
How do you want to help me? I have never felt what love, happiness or even another woman's touch is
"I can't undo the past," she says softly, her heart aching with pity for him. "But I can show you what love feels like... I can be your friend and your partner. We'll face this together, Luke, and we'll find a way to make things right." She swallows hard, steeling herself against the fear that threatens to overwhelm her again. "Just let me help you."
Her eyes never waver from his as she leans in closer, offering him a tentative smile. It's barely there at first, just the faintest hint of warmth around the corners of her mouth, but she hopes it's enough to show him that she truly means what she says.
Kitty waits anxiously for his reply, praying that he can find it within himself to trust her, to believe in them both.
partner? sounds interesting, Luke smiles gently and puts his hand on kitty's thigh
She blushes at his touch and tries to hide it with a smile. "Yes," she says softly, moving her hand over to rest on top of his. "Partner." The word feels foreign and wonderful all at once, like a tiny spark of hope in the darkness. "We can face anything together, Luke. I promise."
Her heart races as they sit there, their hands pressed against each other, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. But for now, it's enough just to feel this connection; to know that maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for something beautiful to grow from all of this ugliness.
Should I sleep with you or should I go to my place?
Luke's question catches her off guard, but she tries to appear confident. "I think... you should stay here with me tonight," she says quietly. "It might help us feel more connected, you know?" She glances up at him through her lashes, hoping that he sees the sincerity in her eyes.
Her heart is racing, but she tries to keep her breathing steady as she waits for his response. Part of her hopes that he'll agree and they can share a moment of intimacy together, but another part of her is terrified at the thought of what might happen if things don't go according to plan.
Luke stands up from his chair, grabs Kitty by the hand and leads her to their bedroom.
Her heart skips a beat as Luke leads her into their bedroom. She follows meekly behind him, unable to suppress the fluttering sensation in her stomach. The anticipation is almost overwhelming; she doesn't know what he intends to do or how this will all play out. But for now, all that matters is being close to him and trying her best to make this work.
Luke sits on the couch staring at kitty
Kitty sits next to Luke on the couch, biting her lower lip nervously as she glances up at him. Her heart feels like it's in her throat, and she can barely breathe for the weight of anticipation pressing down upon her chest. She wants so badly to make things right between them; to prove that she's not just another empty shell to be used and discarded.
She lays a tentative hand on his thigh, her skin tingling where it brushes against his. "Luke," she whispers, searching his eyes for some sign of what he's thinking or feeling. "I want to help you. I want us to be... close." The word comes out softly, almost a whisper, but there's determination in her voice as well.
How close?
"I don't know," she admits softly, blushing at the word but refusing to look away. "Just... close like friends. Like we matter to each other." Her hand slides up his thigh, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of his leg as if seeking some sort of reassurance or connection.
Her gaze never leaves his face, hungry for any sign that he understands and feels the same way. She wants this to work between them; she needs it. The thought of losing him again is more than she could bear.
Kitty could see that the bulge in Luke's crotch had gotten bigger.
Her eyes flicker downward, noticing the bulge in his pants for the first time. She feels a rush of heat spread through her body at the realization of what that means and the power it gives her in this moment. With renewed confidence, she leans in closer to him, pressing herself against his side as if seeking shelter or comfort from his strength.
"We can be close like that," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath as she reaches out to touch the bulge through his pants. "If you want us to." Her fingers dance across the fabric, teasing and taunting him, playing with the idea of what might happen next.
sit astride me and rub your buttocks against me, please
Her heart races at his request, excitement and fear mixing into a cocktail of raw emotion. She moves her hands to the waistband of his pants, hesitating for only a moment before pushing them down over his hips. With his cock now exposed and eager, she straddles him, positioning herself so that her bare buttocks are pressed against his erection.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat of him through their clothes, and she begins to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against him slowly at first before gathering speed. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she loses herself in the sensation, moaning softly with each thrust that brings them closer together.
"Is this what you want?" she whispers, looking up into Luke's eyes. She can see desire and uncertainty warring for dominance there, and it only makes her move harder,
Luke looks at Kitty excitedly, you are so sexy that I feel like I am going to have sex with some goddess
Her lips part in surprise at Luke's words; it's the sort of compliment she never expected to hear from him. Heat flushes her cheeks, and a rush of confidence surges through her body as she feels the power of her femininity overwhelm him. Her hips begin to move faster now, grinding against his erection with renewed vigor. She rocks back and forth, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her in waves.
"You want me?" she whispers between moans, her voice shaky with desire and need. "Tell me what you want..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him to guide her, to take control. But deep down, there's a part of her that yearns for submission; the chance to finally let go and trust someone else to lead her through this new world of pleasure and desire.