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Tempting the Devil
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2025-01-30 16:01:46
VeetoriaIt’s getting hot in here 🥵😤. What are your thoughts on the confrontation between Adriko and Serafina?
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A Bride For A Truce Sweetest Feeling 🔞
Viktor Morocco was such a beautiful country, the locals were warm and friendly, the food was a bit too spicy for me, and the women? They had the best bodies and warmest pussies I had ever fucked.I had been laying low in Morocco for about three months and honestly I didn't feel the need to go back to New York yet.My burner phone buzzed on the stool beside the pool.I answered on the first ring. “Talk.” Matteo’s voice floated into my ears. Low and cautious. “Diana called me.”That made me sit forward. “And?” “She asked me to dig into Vincenzo’s inner circle. She showed me old letters that her friend Sera found. Apparently, Emilia and Yelena were friends. Emilia mentioned someone in one of the letters, a man she couldn't trust.” I paused. My fingers tightening around the neck of the woman that was currently riding my cock. “Does she suspect anything?” Matteo exhaled. “No, she trusts me. She thinks I’m trying to help her.” “Good,” I murmured. “Keep her close. Feed her breadcrumb
A Bride For A Truce We‘re Sisters, Sera
Sera The café was tucked away in Little Italy, off a quiet side street, all dark wood and soft lights and cinnamon in the air. I sat near the back, a scarf wrapped tightly around my shoulders, even though it wasn’t that cold. My nerves were doing enough of a job freezing me from the inside out. I hadn’t slept much. The letters were all I could think about. Diana arrived ten minutes later, hair piled into a messy bun, sunglasses perched on her head, and a curious frown on her lips. “Okay, you’re officially freaking me out,” she said as she slid into the seat across from me. “What’s going on?” I looked down into my untouched espresso, then back up at her. “I went to see my father.” Her brows lifted. “Seriously?” I nodded. “He called while I was still in Russia and I promised I'd visit once I returned.” Diana leaned in. “And?” “The dinner was awkward. He tried to play nice. Apologized, even.” I shrugged. “I didn’t buy it. But that’s not the problem.” “The
A Bride For A Truce The time and place
Adrik I got to Ivanov Holdings bright and early. Sergei had sent a text at dawn, saying he had information on Yegor Petrov. Some shipments were also due today, and I needed to be on the ground when they docked. Sergei stepped into my office a little after 10am, tossing a file on my desk. “You were right to be suspicious,” he said. “There’s more to Yegor Petrov than we thought.” I flipped open the folder—and froze. Matteo Greco. I looked up slowly. “What the hell is this?” Sergei folded his arms. “Petrov was an alias. A damn good one. His real name was Matteo Greco. Ex-Camorra enforcer, went off the radar years ago after a job went sideways in Naples.” My jaw clenched. “So he faked his identity?” Sergei nodded. “And someone helped him do it. The name ‘Petrov’ only started appearing in official records two months before your mother was killed. Before that? Nothing. No immigration records, no work history. Just… air.” “And you’re telling me no one noticed thi
A Bride For A Truce Secrets tied in ribbons
SeraAfter practice with Adrik, I decided to go visit my father.He had texted me the previous evening and asked that I please stop by for dinner.The family estate still looked the same as the last time I'd been here and I haven’t been here in almost six months. Not since my wedding.On arriving at the estate, I stepped out of Adrik’s Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT and made my way up the staircase.The guards stationed around the estate caught sight of me and smiles of recognition graced their faces. Carlo, the longtime family butler, opened the door with a warm smile and led me inside. “Hello signoria. So good to see you strong on your feet.” My lips curved into a warm smile as I patted his arm “Thank you, Carlo.”“Is he in his study?” I asked.“No, Signor Vitale said to join him in the garden.”I blinked. “The garden?”He nodded. “Yes, Signora. He’s waiting with dinner.”Color me surprised.As I made my way to the garden, I heard someone call out my name. “Sera? Cara mia I’m so happ
A Bride For A Truce A Cover Up
SeraThe gym in the penthouse was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of my sneakers hitting the padded floor.Adrik stood across from me, his arms folded. He looked far too amused for someone about to teach his wife how to break a person’s face. “Okay,” he said, tossing me a pair of leather gloves. Rule number one—don’t aim for the face unless you want to send a message. Rule number two—don’t hesitate.”I pulled the gloves on, tugging the straps tight. “I’m not trying to send a message. I just don’t want to die next time someone points a gun at me.”His smirk faded, replaced by something sharper.“Good. Let’s keep it that way.”He stepped closer and lifted my arms into a basic stance. His touch was gentle but firm, fingers adjusting my elbow, my wrist, my footwork.“Feet shoulder-width apart. Chin down. Eyes forward.”“Like this?” I asked, attempting to copy him.He circled me slowly. “You look like you’re posing for a fight. Not actually in one.”I jabbed out weakly.He caught my w
A Bride For A Truce So warm…So wet 🔞
I slid off his lap and stood. My legs were unsteady, not from fear—but from want. My fingers reached for his, interlacing them together as I pulled him to his feet. His body towered over mine, hard muscle and barely contained power, but tonight—tonight I wanted to flip the script. I wanted him undone for me. Without a word, I led him out of the theater room, through the dim hallway. The lights casting shadows along the walls. The silence between us pulsed with electricity, his hand tightening slightly around mine, as if resisting the urge to take control. But he didn’t. He let me lead. Inside our bedroom, I turned to face him. “Take off your clothes,” I whispered. His lips quirked into a smirk. “Yes, ma’am.” He peeled off his shirt, the fabric falling to the floor in a whisper. My eyes drank him in—broad chest, tattoos that I would never get tired of staring at, scars that told stories, a body that had fought wars and won. He stood there, powerful and unashamed,
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