Antonella Roccuzzo Naked Novels & Stories

“What… What are you planning to do with me?” “Nothing much,” she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “I'll just show the world how much of a slut you are. Let's see if Azrael will keep chasing you even after you've been used like a cheap whore.” “No! No! No!” I cried out, thrashing, struggling. Annika’s laughter wrapped dread around my heart as she opened the door once again, and my fear rose to full-blown horror when I realized Rosita didn't come alone. As the door opened, six Alphas stepped in, all wearing masks and one had a camera with him.

Rose whimpers, barely above a whisper, but we all hear every word as clear as crystal. On my screen, I see Antonellia, using his hands to hurt my woman, MINE. He is touching her, hurting her, and the fucker is getting off on it, grinning at the screen like the evil cunt he is. We know he wants to take us down for the disruptions we have caused him and his criminal organisation. But this, this is ten steps too far.

As she gets closer, I recognize Anna in a silk robe and with her long blonde hair falling down her shoulders. "What are you doing?" I reply as I notice how she undoes the knot of her robe, then detaches it from her body, standing naked before my eyes. She doesn't respond instantly, and what she does is walk over to where I am, leaving us both face to face. "I want to check how committed you are to doing things right this time," she explains, perplexing me. "I want you to forget about any other woman you've been with before and fuck me, Alessandro."

Emma then stopped a taxi. Bologna city was 40 minutes away from Doza and to reach the venue in total it will take one hour. ~~~~~~~ Athena was wearing a peach, glimmering and shimmering long gown with a slit on either side of her leg. She left her hair open and was only wearing a diamond necklace and errands. "You look beautiful Ms.Athena." All the businessmen complimented her and tried to flatter her just to gain profit in their business. Athena hooked her arm around Damien's arm and greeted everyone with a polite smile.

He cringes at his word "Don't do this to her I beg you" The look on Rocco's face said it all as he grabbed Alita's hair and brought her face to his Zipper area. With his free hand, he brought out his big dick and began to jerk shameless, soon it was hard enough. He shook Alita roughly and pulled her hair harder, a faint cry escaped her lips as she open her eyes to meet terror. "NO!!" She cried as she struggled to move away from the dick that was touching her face. A piercing scream escaped her lips as Rocco held her hair and pulled her to her feet, exposing more of her naked body to the camera.

Luca waves for me to get closer, and I do so, but reluctantly. “Lift your shirt,” Alessandro orders, and I look at him, horrified. He isn’t going to have me undress again, worse, in front of both of them. “Renee, no one wants to see you naked. Just lift your shirt,” he says. My eyes flick to Luca, who sits there impassively. Hesitantly, I lift my T-shirt, exposing my midriff. Luca steps forward with some tape and a few bundles of cash. I freeze for a moment when his cold fingers come into contact with my skin as he starts taping the money tightly around my belly. The tape pulls at my skin, making it a little too hard to breathe.

She dropped her gaze and went back to her conversation. That was weird. “Food won’t be long”. Alanna slid back into the booth just as the door opened. Rocco! “What’s that-..”. Alanna’s head snapped up as she stared at the door. “Rogue”. She glared inhaling deeply. Wait what? Rocco was a werewolf? “Nice pjs beautiful”. He winked before taking a seat at the window. “You know him?”. Alanna hissed. “He’s a new student”. I shrugged. “I bumped into him at the library”.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

“But don’t touch yourself. That pussy belongs to us now.” She stepped under the spray. Water stung her sore spots. She scrubbed fast. Trying to erase them. But every time she moved, she felt the ache inside. The stretch. The fullness they left behind. When she stepped out, towel wrapped tight, Matteo was waiting with the dress. Black. Short. Low cut. Mesh panels over her nipples and between her legs. Basically nothing. “Put it on,” he said. She hesitated. Luca stepped close. Voice low. “Or we fuck you right here. Again. And film it. Your choice.”

“I normally don’t tell people what I am because I don’t want to be treated differently.” “Most Alphas can’t hide who they are, but you can?” I ask incredulously. Alpha Matteo once told me that Alphas cannot hide their scent or rank since they’re natural leaders. To be able to do that… just how powerful is Nero? He chuckles and sheepishly shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. There’s a hint of sadness in his voice when he says, “You’re looking at me differently.” “No! No, it’s not—” I trail off. “I’m just surprised an Alpha like you would be interested in a… Rogue like me.”