Antonella Roccuzzo Naked Novels & Stories

and crossed his arms over his chest to display how muscular and well-toned he was despite wearing a white polo. "What? Why?" Before responding, Antonio examines her figure, chuckling and obviously observing her clothing choices. Annalia cannot help but scoff. "Are you just here to look at my outfits?" Annalia asks with a grimace. Antonio responds with amused eyes, "Hm? No, of course not. I didn't expect you to wear something like this." Seriously? Is it that shocking that she is wearing casual attire? Whatever. Annalia's question, "So?" caught Antonio's attention. He may have remembered something.

Taking a breath ,she granted the permission, " Bring him " Rocco excused and called him . As soon as Rocco stepped in ,the men followed from back . The men's hair is completely messy , He had wored a professional dress but not classy Though it's not good for an interview .Still ,his aura gave a descency . " Rocco ,you can leave " Shizuka ordered, with her hands tied back .The men , Turned to check the lady .But ,to his vision only he saw a classy and bossy lady exploring something through the window . Only her back came to his full view .

During the meeting recess, I went to the restroom to fix my makeup. The moment I locked the stall door, heavy footsteps sounded outside. Then the restroom entrance was locked from the inside. My hand instinctively moved toward my waist. “Eliana. Come out.” It was Lucca, and he was alone. I pushed open the stall door and looked at him coldly. “Don Rossi, do you make a habit of entering women’s restrooms?” He strode forward, forcing me back against the sink. His eyes were bloodshot, the scent of tobacco heavy on him.

I was going to have to take it really slowly, I thought to myself as I held Rocco’s gaze as I pushed the strap of the dress off my left shoulder. I slowly bared my boobs and I glanced at Rocco while biting on my bottom lip. Rocco's mouth was parted a little and I noticed him mouthing something that sounded like “fuck” I threw my head back after that, feeling extremely sexy and powerful in that moment. I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through the dark curls of my hair, knowing my boobs were lifted higher this way, and so I moved my hands in my hair, so did my boobs jiggle along to those motions.

“You need rest and—” “My decision is final. By the way, I feel much better now.” As the Donna, looking weak wouldn’t look good at all, but she couldn’t just sit here all day like some bag of potatoes. “Alright,” Rocco succumbed. Once Rocco left, Anna prepared for the celebration. She applied a generous amount of makeup on her face—not just to appear intimidating as always, but to hide her declining health. She wore a backless flowing gown and matched it with silver heels. Her hair was packed in a messy bun and styled with silver pins.

When I’m sure they’re out of view, I smooth down my shirt and force myself to breathe evenly before pulling the door open. Antonella stands there with one brow arched. Even in her casual coat and boots, she looks like a queen who came to collect taxes. Her eyes narrow when she takes me in. “You look… out of breath,” she says slowly. “Hi,” I manage, forcing a crooked smile. “What were you doing?” she demands. “Masturbating,” I deadpan. “You interrupted a pretty good session.” Her eyes roll heavenward. “You need a fucking girlfriend, Angelo. Masturbating is for weaklings.”

I asked. She shrugged. “Fine. Just tired. Had a… stressful night.” “Stressful night, indeed,” came Rocco’s voice from the staircase. We all turned as he descended, looking nothing like his usual suited self. He wore casual shorts and a sleeveless top, his dark hair messy, his face unreadable. I caught the way Guilia’s face turned a deeper red before she quickly looked away. There was tension. Thick, heavy tension. And even I, oblivious as I could be, knew something happened between them.

“…you’re three weeks pregnant…” Pregnant… The word exploded in my mind. My hand instinctively went to my still-flat stomach. There was… a life inside me. Rocco’s child. Just then, behind me, the large screen in the hospital lobby lit up with breaking news. [BREAKING: Moretti Don Rocco Moretti Appears at Ambushed Art Gala, Protects His Woman!] On the screen, Rocco was covered in gunpowder smoke. A gun in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around a trembling Vivienne. He stared into the camera, his eyes as fierce as a wolf’s, declaring to the entire underworld:

Elroi said while stammering; he was shocked at what happened all of a sudden. "Aaaaah!" Anna's sudden shrill cry fright and quickly used her hands to cover her large breast and lower delicate part. "Masteeeeeer! Why did you call us at the wrong time!" Anna is a boyish type woman but too conservative, so she instantly yelled out loud as her face flushed, when she noticed that everyone was staring at them. Bianca got up from her seat and immediately took off her blouse and ran towards Anna. Everyone was stunned again at what Bianca did at that moment. They seemed to see another Goddess when they saw Bianca's willowy and graceful body with only a bra on top.

Alessandro pressed his hand firmly against my lower back, guiding me down the steps toward an office that overlooked the carnage. I couldn't help but notice her the instant we walked in. A classic Italian beauty with long, shiny black hair and a killer face. She was dressed in a black silk dress that accentuated her curves and gold jewellery. The perfect picture of a female crime boss. She rose with the grace of a queen to greet Alessandro the moment we stepped in. The woman was beautiful. “Don.” “Giovanna.” Alessandro inclined his head, the barest of response but his hand didn't leave me.