About Him Uncensored Novels & Stories

she tried to recall what name had Izzy told her but could'nt. "You don't remember..." Robert gestured again and the torture stared again. "Aaaa....agh....please stop..." she screamed, "Please...I will tell you" Robert looked at his man and he stopped the torture. "It was ...it was...someone named...Panther...!" she blurted out. Robert's gaze darkened...! Is she talking about Black Panther...?? How could they know him? Was that all a plan? Him staying here was a deep secret, his identity was always been a dark secret. No one other than his trusted members knew his whereabouts, then how could a little girl knew about him?

And she knew I was still a virgin not until I got pregnant. "What are you talking about?" I innocently asked. "It's Engr. Primotivo Alarcon, the man in the video, together with you. He has a sexy back, Avi! But then they censored his ass. Why is that! It’s so unfair!" She commented jokingly and that's when I noticed that she was watching my sex video right now. So I quickly snatched the cellphone she was holding. And I started crying again... "Stop watching it, Hope! You can even see my boobs... It's so embarrassing! I feel ashamed of it." I blurted out to her.

" He stared at me for a long moment, and I could see the internal battle playing out behind his eyes. Finally, he sighed and it was a deep sound that made me want to laugh. "One hour," he said. "And if anyone mentions this to Enzo, I'm firing them." Twenty minutes later, Giovanni De Santis, the ruthless mafia boss and feared businessman was lying on a spa table with a clay mask on his face, looking absolutely miserable. I was lying on the table next to him, also clay-masked, trying very hard not to laugh. "This feels ridiculous," he muttered, his lips barely moving beneath the hardening clay. "Why does it burn?"

I succeeded. The door was unlocked, which pissed me off like he wanted me to go in, like he was baiting me. I stepped inside. It was dark, wood-paneled, masculine in the way of cigars and bloodlines. A massive desk stood in the center. On it were files, labeled, neat, perfect until I got my hands on them. I flipped open a folder. My name. Not just mine, my father’s. Documents, transactions, photos, one of me at a coffee shop last year. What the actual hell?

He was taken at the fig wall with the monocular still in his hand. After that, Salvatore discovered what it felt like to become structure instead of architect. He lasted longer than Lucio and Nicanor under interrogation, which surprised no one. Men like him were not sustained by tone alone. They possessed larger appetites, cleaner delusions, and a grander belief in what history owed them. Salvatore did not break through shouting, bargaining, or sentimental confessions about misunderstood systems. He broke when Ezra refused him the intimacy of private conversation. Salvatore wanted to be fascinating. He wanted someone to sit opposite him and ask why. He wanted his cruelty examined until exami

I assured him. We were on our way to an auction. All the CEOs of leading companies in Asia were invited — including him. His company led the hotel industry not just in Asia but worldwide, so I couldn’t believe I didn’t know who he was, or why my friends didn’t either. Turns out he rarely appeared in the media. He seldom attended major events, which is why only a few people knew what he looked like. “I love you,” he said, kissing me. “I love you too,” I replied.

I had to stand up before he did something stupid like urinating in my room. “You've got the wrong room, sir,” I walked closer to him, lifting my hands to guide him. The man raised his head and looked at me. I was stunned when he looked at me and paused but there was something I liked about his face. No, I didn't fall in love with him! I already told myself that I was giving no one any chance in my heart. I had just admired his beard. I loved how he shaped it around his jaws. This drunk man looked older than me, perhaps ten years old but I was stupidly attracted to him.

"Kyahhhh!! Aaron, my sweetheart! I adore you!" As Aarone introduced himself, the girls screamed. Their actions are heinous. Anyway, I don't blame them; it's also very exciting. The man in the leather jacket next to Xander then introduced himself. The former also resembles Dingdong Dante's. The fitted shirt under his leather jacket reveals his muscular body. He winked as he approached the center. "Kyahhh! He winked at me!" exclaimed one, patting the shoulder of the person next to her.

He was standing on the edge of the upper deck like some kind of hyper-muscular Greek statue came to life, sun catching the angles of his body, highlighting every taut muscle in a way that could make angels weep and mortals reconsider their life choices. And he was wearing… nothing but a pair of black briefs. The kind that looked like they had been designed by a designer whose sole purpose in life was to make every man look impossibly… perfect. My brain froze. I blinked. Then blinked again. “Wait… is this… real life?” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. Roman’s skin was bronzed, glistening slightly from some kind of pre-dive sheen or sweat or whatever the hell billionaires use to ma

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.