LOGINFabrizio I pace back and forth across the tarmac, checking my watch every thirty seconds. They're fifteen minutes late, and I don't like it.*Maybe the old man changed his mind.*If that's the case, peace is over. I don't give a single fuck if everything goes straight to hell; I'll walk right into that house and drag her out myself. I'm never leaving her behind here again.Just as I'm about to go in after her, I see her arrive accompanied by the mummy she has for a husband and his security detail. She's dressed in athletic wear, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood pulled up to hide her gorgeous hair and her face, which is pointed straight down at the ground.My heart skips a few beats, forcing me to admit that Bianca is digging far deeper under my skin than I've ever been willing to allow.Seeing her dressed like that is rare, and it's crystal clear to me that it's a silent statement from the old man—he wants her completely covered up the second she's alone with me."Ferretti,"
FabrizioI've spent three fucking days in Chicago, and no matter how hard I've tried to cross paths with Bianca without raising suspicion, I haven't managed it. I've been to her uncle's house, her father's house, her own house, and nothing. I've invented a thousand excuses to meet with the men who surround her, and none of them seem to have a clue.The bloody psychopath she has for a husband is walking around as cool as you please, like nothing's happening, but that doesn't mean it's true. The son of a bitch is capable of killing her and then going to a tennis match; he cares very little about the life of the woman who is supposed to be his wife.A hollow feeling settles in my stomach when I think about what might have happened to her. But as wretched as Rinaldi is, I genuinely don't think he killed her—word of that would have gotten out by now. Even though nobody actually cares about her life, he still can't hide her for that long without raising suspicion; she's his wife, not just s
Paris The gods smell like rain before a devastating storm.I notice it long before I find the courage to lift my eyes fully toward them. The scent rolls over the slopes of Mount Ida in heavy, electric waves, carrying the sharp, metallic taste of ozone across my tongue. Behind me, my flock has gone deathly still, the sheep huddled together in silent terror. Even the mountain wind has ceased to blow. The earth itself is holding its breath.I should be face-down in the dirt right now, begging for mercy like any normal shepherd.Instead, my pulse hammers with a reckless, intoxicating fascination.The four figures standing before me don’t belong among the rough grass and jagged stone of my solitary world. They are radiant—so blindingly perfect that their mere presence makes the mortal world seem instantly dull, washed-out, and cheap.I slowly rise from beneath the shade of the ancient olive tree, my knuckles turning white as my grip tightens around my wooden staff. It’s a useless weapon a
COMING SOON‼️‼️‼️ Shot by Cupid’s Arrow: Greek Myths Erotica ‼️‼️‼️ Pls rate and comment thanks 🙏 🙏🙏 Prologue The wedding of Peleus and Thetis was meant to be a celebration blessed by the heavens. Gold goblets overflowed with nectar. Music drifted through the high halls, intoxicating and sweet, while gods laughed beside mortals. The air itself shimmered with a blinding, divine light. Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory. Except one. Far beyond the warm glow of the feast stood Eris, the Goddess of Discord, her rage burning hotter than the fires of Hephaestus. To exclude Discord from a gathering of gods was foolish enough. To insult her publicly was unforgivable. While laughter echoed through the grand columns, Eris stepped silently into the fringes of the celebration. With a cruel, elegant flick of her wrist, she tossed a single golden apple into the center of the room before vanishing back into the shadows. The music stopped. The laughter died in t
Fabrizio stands up behind me and catches my arm, preventing me from leaving."Bianca, don't do this," he says, pressing himself against my back.My body trembles at his sudden proximity, and I hate myself for everything I am feeling, both in my body and in my soul."Let me go, please. This is dangerous. If they see you here with me, they will kill you.""It's not me you should worry about," he whispers in my ear. "I know how to take care of myself." He gently turns me around to face him head-on. "I'm worried about you.""You must think I'm just an unfaithful slut.""What?" he asks with a sharp frown. "No, of course not. Is that why you stopped?" I look down in embarrassment, but he takes my chin, lifting it so I have to meet his gaze. "Bianca, if you don't want to continue, it's fine. Even if you want to pretend that none of this ever happened, that's fine too. I'm not going to force you to do anything. But don't believe things about yourself that aren't true.""And what do you know?
I feel like my heart is going to explode inside my chest when his lips rest on mine. I don’t know what to do; I don’t know how to act because I’ve never reciprocated a kiss in my life. I’ve been forced to endure it many times before, but I have never kissed back. The feeling is overwhelming—it’s sublime, burning, and absolutely perfect.I let myself be carried away by the movement of his lips and the feel of his hands cradling my cheeks, holding onto me as if he is afraid to let me go. And I don't want him to. I don't want him to ever let me go.My fingers travel to the back of his neck, intertwining with his hair. His soft tongue tempts me, and I open my mouth without hesitation to make room for it. He explores me, letting his delicious flavor explode in my mouth—a mixture of menthol with a touch of nicotine that, far from being unpleasant, stimulates me even more. I don't even recognize myself when my tongue moves to meet his, joining in a perfect dance, as if this were normal, the
Enzo I turn to look at her and nearly stumble when I see her. She's wearing a black silk baby doll that could almost pass for a mini-dress if the fabric covering her breasts weren't delicate, transparent lace, showing off a part of those pretty nipples.She approaches, swaying her hips sensuously,
EnzoI leave my room, rolling up the sleeves of my black shirt, and stop at her door, tempted to open it. Maybe I should wish her good morning, tell her I'm leaving.But what the hell is wrong with me?! I don't have to explain anything to her.Between the absurdity of making her breakfast yesterday
Her p***y welcomes me, hot and wet as always. Her tight walls envelop me like a glove, and I have to contain myself so I don't finish like an adolescent because she is criminally good.I start to move slowly so I don't completely ruin her after everything we've done, but the considerations don't la
The muffled sound of the bullets relaxes me and momentarily pulls me out of the storm in my head. When the magazine empties, I take off my ear protectors and hear a throat clearing behind me. I look over my shoulder and see him leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and a stupid smi







