ログインFabrizio 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
Arianna I looked for the piece of paper in my nightstand drawer; I knew I had left it there. I finally found it at the bottom and sighed, gathering my courage before dialing the number. "Hello," a voice answered on the other end of the line. "Hello," I said. I looked at the name on the card.
AriannaMy tears welled up, and a lump caught in my throat as I watched my cousin, but I swallowed my tears, trying to be strong for her.“I’ll get you out of there, B. I’ll find a way to free you from that hell.”Bianca laughed humorlessly as she wiped her tears. “You can’t, Ari. No one can. This
AriannaMy whole body convulsed with the spasms of an intense orgasm, and without intending to, Enzo’s name was the one that was muffled on my lips. I ended up exhausted on the mattress, but a sound alerted me, and I lifted my head toward the door, searching for something, but I didn’t see anything
Arianna Marco and I left the apartment for the parking lot. Marco gave instructions to his team, and we set off for my night of madness. If it was going to be my last day alive, I would at least make it worthwhile.We arrived at the place sooner than I thought. There was a long line to get in, and







