Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Flames of Sicily: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

💦Claimed in the Villa💦Matteo stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still throbbing as the footsteps got louder outside. I froze under him, heart hammering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs."Move," I whispered urgently, pushing at his chest. "Get off me before he walks in."He pulled out slowly, both of us wincing at the loss. My body felt empty and aching. He yanked his pants up fast while I scrambled to pull my skirt down and close my blouse. Buttons were missing. We looked wrecked.A key turned in the lock. The front door swung open."Matteo? You home?" a voice called out. Younger, similar accent but lighter.Matteo stepped in front of me, blocking Luca's view. "Yeah, I'm here. Didn't expect you tonight, Luca."Luca walked into the living room and stopped short. His eyes flicked from Matteo's messy hair to my flushed face and the scattered clothes on the floor. He smirked. "Oh. Company. Sorry, brother. I brought some wine from the cellar in Palermo. T

💦Bent Over the Conference Table💦The conference room door clicked shut behind me. I was still holding the files when Alessandro’s voice cut through the silence."Lock it."I turned the lock, heart already racing. "Mr. Moretti, the team just left. You wanted to review the export numbers for the new Nero d’Avola line?"He stood at the head of the long table, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. His dark eyes locked on me like I was prey. "Drop the files, Sofia."I placed them on the table. My hands were shaking. "Is something wrong with the report?"Alessandro crossed the room in three strides and spun me around. He pressed me forward until my breasts hit the cool wooden surface. "You’ve been teasing me all week. Short skirts. Bending over my desk. Laughing at my jokes like you want more."I gasped as he hiked my tight black skirt up over my ass. "I wasn’t teasing. I was just doing my job.""Bullshit." His big hand slid between my thighs, fingers pressing against my already da

💦Sealed with Sweat and Sin💦Alessandro pushed me back against the conference table, his hand already sliding up my thigh. “One more time,” he said, voice rough. “Right now.”I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “We should leave before security comes.”“Fuck security.” He kissed me hard, tongue pushing into my mouth as he spread my legs. “I need to be inside you again.”His cock was hard and ready. He rubbed the head along my wet pussy, teasing me. “Still dripping from earlier. You like knowing they have video of us?”“It scares me,” I admitted, but I rocked my hips, trying to get him inside. “And it turns me on. God, I’m messed up.”Alessandro thrust in deep, making me moan loud. “That’s my girl, take every inch.”He fucked me right there on the table again, fast and desperate. The table shook under us. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on.“Tell me you don’t regret this,” he said between thrusts. “Tell me you want more than just tonight.”“I want more,

💦Thunder and Thrusts💦Nico stood by the window, flashlight beam cutting through the darkness outside. I stayed on the rug, still naked, heart pounding from more than just the orgasm.“We’re not getting out of here anytime soon,” he said again, turning back to me.I pulled the soft throw blanket over my lap. “How bad is it?”“Tree down across the road. And the hillside slid. Mud everywhere. No one’s coming up here until this storm blows over. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe longer.” He set the flashlight down and walked back to the fire. The flames lit up his bare chest and the hard lines of his body. His cock was still half-hard from before.I swallowed. “So we’re really stuck.”“Yeah.” He dropped down beside me on the rug and pulled me into his lap. “You scared?”“A little.” I straddled him, feeling his warmth against my core. “But not of you.”His hands settled on my hips. “Good. Because I’m not sorry we’re trapped here together, Isabella.”I rocked slowly against him, fe

💦Hands On The Mat💦The studio door clicked shut, leaving only the soft sound of waves crashing on the Cefalù beach below."Lock it, Lucia," he said, voice low and calm.I turned the lock, pulse already racing. "Signor Rossi, you wanted a private session after hours?"Marco Rossi stood in the center of the sunlit studio, barefoot on the wooden floor, wearing loose black shorts and a fitted tank that showed off his powerful arms and chest. Tall, olive-skinned, with sharp cheekbones and intense hazel eyes that always seemed to see too much. At 35, he owned half the luxury villas along this coast and moved like a man who controlled everything around him.He watched me unroll my mat. "Call me Marco. And yes, I need you to push me today, hard."I swallowed, adjusting my tight yoga leggings and cropped top. At 27, I’d built a small but loyal clientele teaching vinyasa flow here in Sicily but Marco had been taking my classes for three weeks, always watching me a littl