Alessa Sullivan, a 20-year-old orphan, counts Giulia De Luca as her best friend from college. Giulia is the daughter of a rising Italian tycoon in Washington. After losing her parents, Alessa lives on campus with the help of a scholarship she receives from the government. At the end of the year, there's always a party involving the students and their families, and during one such event, Alessa meets a charming man. Despite their age difference, he is not intimidated and offers her the best of what he has to give. Mattias De Luca, having lost his wife, hasn't had any long-term relationships since her death. With his daughter now in college, he was not looking to remarry. However, during a graduation party, he bumped into an attractive woman and ended up having a tryst with her in the school library. When he discovers the identity of the woman, the weight of his conscience and his concern for his actions lead him to accept his daughter’s invitation to have her friend move in with them. A romance with an age difference... An innocent girl who falls in love with her friend’s father... An experienced man who will show her how a woman should be treated…
View MoreMahjub Al-MakkiStill with eyes full of fury, I stared at Guilherme, who was still huffing with anger in front of me. I struggled to free myself from the arms of my brother and brother-in-law, while I saw Ruslan helping the idiotic nerd.I watched as the girls moved away from everyone and touched Henrique's arm, who was trying hard to keep me under control.“Let me go, I need to deal with what this idiot did to my woman…” I said, still enraged.“As far as I know, you don’t have a woman, since you can’t keep it in your pants!” Guilherme said, pointing at my trousers.“That was in the past. At least I wasn’t an idiot, standing idle while someone manipulated a meeting…” I threw in his face what apparently he hadn’t even realized.I felt Henrique’s grip loosen on me. I continued to stare at Guilherme, who now seemed to be understanding my point of view.“Impossible…” he said, freeing himself from Ruslan’s arms.“You’re a fool who didn’t realize Pietra’s visit to your hotel was staged!” I
Hope de LucaHow did things go wrong so quickly...Everything was wonderful, just minutes away from feeling that filling, which was clearly going to be immense, to completely satisfy me. But I needed to tell him that I was still a virgin that Guilherme had never touched me beyond the few kisses and caresses we had exchanged.Seeing Mahjub leave the room and leaving me naked alone terrified me. He was furious, and I could see in his eyes the desire to do something. He misunderstood everything, and this could end in tragedy. I got out of bed as fast as I could and saw the door opening slowly.“What happened here? Better yet, what was Mahjub doing in your room in just his briefs because I saw him in just his briefs,” Zara said with a laugh.I got out of bed wrapped in a sheet, worried about what that angry Arab might do. Zara looked at me, startled, and remained silent for the first time in her life. I walked to my suitcase and grabbed the first bikini I saw in front of me, without carin
Mahjub Al-MakkiI grab the collar of her shirt, and with a violent tug, tear the fabric, leaving her bra, which was matching that ridiculous loincloth, exposed. This only excites me further; I feel like my dick is almost bursting out of the swim trunks I'm wearing, but now I'm not going to hide it."Take it off!" I command.The sparkle in her eyes catches my attention, and I know she approves of how I spoke."Say it again..." Hope requests in a whisper."Take it off now!" My voice comes out with an even heavier command.I see her smile and close her legs, probably to ease the discomfort, little does she know I will still torture her for a few hours until she's so exhausted she sleeps like a log.I observe her breasts swollen with arousal and her nipple hardened with desire; I grasp both, squeezing her rosy nipples, massaging them as if they were the beads of my masbaha. The moan she lets out is like a wonderful melody that doesn't compare to any I've ever heard before.Our breaths are
Mahjub Al-MakkiYour question makes me inhale deeply and tilt my head against the wall without taking my eyes off Hope; her light hair was tied to the side, making her look beautiful. I wish I could tell her that's what I want most."We can't, you're engaged, and I'm sure you don't want to end it with him in the midst of an argument," I say gently.I see her look become a little sadder, and I pull her into my arms, still leaning against the wall, wrapping one arm around her waist, and smile, realizing how small my little swan really is. Hope is petite, only reaching up to my chest, compared to Laís, who reaches my chin, and Zara, who is almost my height. I have a wonderful feeling, as if my protective instinct is emerging, seeing my woman there in my arms."You look beautiful when you seem frustrated, you know?" I say before kissing her lips tenderly."What have you prepared for me?" Hope asks me."You'll need to come in and find out," I say, narrowing our distance even more. "Don't w
Mahjub Al-MakkiBut it was time to talk to the woman I was blessed with and let slip through my fingers."I don't care that you're no longer a virgin, that you gave yourself to Guilherme or any other idiot, I just want to beg for your forgiveness and the chance to make you happy. I know I can do that, Hope, I can make you happy, let me show you..."I say, taking advantage of her vulnerability, after all, she had sat on my lap as soon as I picked her up at the airport. And, if it weren't for the fact that we needed to talk, I would have made love to her right there, among the various roses in the car.I inhaled her sweet perfume that was emanating from her soft skin, feeling increasingly excited. Something I hadn't felt for another woman in a long time.I see her sad eyes change and a warm flame ignite, making it clear that she desires me in the same way. She wants me and not just to fool around with this small woman who is now beneath my body, sliding her hands over my shoulders."Tak
Hope de LucaI see Mahjub in front of me with his hand extended in a silent invitation. Seeing him without his typical attire makes me let out a new, loud gasp, which becomes embarrassing. I roll my eyes and see him smiling at my reaction.Like a foolishly infatuated person, I gave him my hand and let him lead me out of the car. Without saying a word, Mahjub guides me along the pier to the enormous yacht.“Did you reserve a transatlantic liner?” I ask, surprised at the sight of the huge yacht.“Stop exaggerating, it only has four decks and the command bridge on top.” I look at Mahjub in astonishment.“If this doesn’t impress you, I can’t imagine what would…”Before I can finish, I feel his large, firm hand squeezing my waist. I let a smile form, perhaps enjoying this possessive side of him that I didn’t know existed and had no idea he had.“There are some things that would impress me quite a lot…” the prince whispers in my ear.“There’s breakfast waiting for us on board. I know you ha
Hope de LucaI take advantage of our proximity and breathe in the musky perfume he's wearing, which makes me even warmer with the uncomfortable sensation in my belly, as well as my nipples that are already stiff. I know nothing can happen inside this car, except talk and really figure out what we still want from each other. "Tell me you're feeling this, Hope?" He asks me, closing his eyes. "Say it's not another dream..." I'm confused by what he says. "I don't believe it's a dream, or I'm sure we wouldn't be like this!" I respond to his last question.I held his face and waited for him to look at me; I wanted to see his eyes while I tried to explain what he asked me. I wait patiently while Mahjub seems to have an internal struggle; I think he's as full of questions as I've always been, but it seems worse in him. As soon as he opens his eyes, I smile. "A whirlwind of things, even though I only want to hear one thing..." I bite my lower lip. I see his eyes opening a little wider, pe
Hope de LucaI'm taken aback by the exaggerated amount of red and white roses, arranged in a way that the initial of my name is displayed there. The scene is beautiful, I can't deny it.But why is he doing this? I'm getting confused with every move Mahjub makes. I don't want to believe that both Ruslan and all of Mahjub's brothers are right in saying that he's in love with me.Because if I find out that he's just trying to redeem himself for what happened in our past, my fragile, barely reconstructed heart will shatter again.My breath quickens as I look at the prince's perfect face, and I start feeling an uncomfortable moisture between my legs, just from hearing his deep voice in a perfect baritone tone, like any prince from a Disney movie.Mahjub gazes into my face, waiting for my response. I can't avert my gaze, trying to find a way to escape him, but looking at all those roses, it's up to me alone to choose to have this moment or not.I need to decide whether I'm going with the pr
Mahjub Al-MakkiThe days were dragging on, day after day. I was getting nervous, knowing that Hope was coming. Even though I was nervous, I was happy to know that we would soon be together.On one hand, I was happy to have a chance to make things right with my ballerina. But on the other hand, I felt terrible seeing that Pietra wasn't excited about the possibility of at least being able to talk to that idiot nerd.I was still extremely irritated imagining that Guilherme had touched Hope, with my thoughts spinning around future possibilities, like how I would deal with that idiot at potential family gatherings.I headed toward the car that Samir had rented for us to use while we were here. Hope's flight arrives tomorrow, and I want to be able to surprise her with something that leaves her speechless and makes her accept my request, even if it's just so we can talk for a few moments."Good morning, prince!" Samir said as he opened the door."Good morning, Samir. Please, let's go to the
Mattia de Luca“Fabrizia already said that I remember Giulia's party,” I say, irritated.My secretary might as well be a wife, with her insistence on hovering over me about my daughter. If she weren't so competent, I would have fired her already.I continue to review all the documents that need my attention. My company specializes in the production and distribution of fuels.I own the corporation across the entire Pacific West Coast, making me one of the biggest CEOs in the fuel industry.My life isn't just about Oil Corporation. Six years ago, my wife Antonella passed away after a battle with cancer, leaving me and Giulia on our own. I try to do my best, but looking at my daughter reminds me of how alone I am.I ended up distancing myself when I sent her to a boarding school in Washington. She comes home for the holidays, and we try to connect.Having a daughter who is almost twenty sometimes feels more challenging than it should. But my love for her is unconditional. I give her the
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