Antonella Roccuzzo Naked Novels & Stories

The neckline was low, scandalously near indecent, and the slit high enough to drive Rocco crazy. Rosalia's gasp hung in the air. "Madonna mia, Fiorella, Rocco will be dazzled." Aria, Rafael’s cousin’s the loudest of us all, whistled, tossing her brown curls. “Dazzled? He’s going to forget how to breathe. You’re not just going to walk down the red carpet; you’re going to cause cardiac arrests.” I turned, letting the fabric swish around my legs, and smirked. “That’s the plan.”

He asked in a whispering tone of a voice while staring at her. Ann smirked and scoffed,"Something I would have done a long time ago". She said as she slowly unloosen the rope and it parted open, revealing her chest. She swayed her hips and moved her body towards him, making sure she maintained eye contact with him as she deliberately slither the robe across her shoulder and allowed it to drop to the ground, revealing her fully naked figure. Her firm breast stood firmly oppositely fronting at him and it could only take him to lean his head closer to feel her smooth breast against his face. "Ann!!!". Marcus called in a warning tone but earned a half smile from her in return.

“You have two choices. You either wear the clothes that are in this dressing room, or I will take you to the club naked. The choice is yours, MY Bella. Do you understand?” I nodded. Antonio kissed me hard on the lips and then released me. “Such a smart little doll,” Antonio purred. “Fuck. It’s going to be fun playing with my doll.” Antonio turned and left the room, then Allegra came in. “Please strip down naked, Isabella,” Allegra stated. What? I had never been naked in front of anyone other than Zander. Oh, gosh, Zander, I wish I were with you instead of here. I started taking my clothes off. I stood there naked, covering myself.

Like they weren’t part of the same ecosystem. Not even Scales' growl, “You’re interrupting,” could stop her. She stopped only when she reached the center of the room, a spotlight flickering above like a stage cue. And then? She dropped a photo on the floor. Antonioni. Shirtless. Vulnerable. A scar sliced across his back like a signature no one was meant to see. “I know where all his wounds are,” She said. Her voice didn’t tremble. Didn’t rise. It had cut.

“Depends. Am I trespassing?” He shrugged. “Probably. But I won’t tell. Antonello Mastrandrea. You must be her.” I blinked. “Her?” “The one who dumped Rocco Marcossi like spoiled milk. Damn near half the town’s in love with you for that.” I raised an eyebrow. “And the other half?” “Jealous.” His grin was crooked. Dangerous, but not like Romero. Where Romero was composed rage and slow-burn intensity, Antonello was wildfire with a match in his teeth.

Turning back to give him, poking my fingers into his chest I scold him, “Babies are tiny Mr. Rocco, they’re unable to walk and care for themselves, I’m not that way.” “Yes you are, you aren’t able to walk right now neither can you care for yourself plus you’re short which means you’re tiny. Anything else you have to say?” He asks giving me a sly smirk. Oh Goddess this man! Anthony glares at us while Matteo isn’t even bothered by him glaring as he strokes my back in circles. “Both of you, you’re here to work not play with yourself, glue your eyes to those screens and find this axe man or whatever he is.” he talks back to us causing Matteo to growl at him and I just laugh and say “Sorry Uncle

He spun toward me, and his fury caught in his throat and died in an instant as his gaze slid down my bare body. The anger shifted as the scent in the room changed a bit, and I tried not to choke on my damned spit as Rocco’s attraction to me became very, very evident. And very, very large. Rocco ripped his gaze from my nether region, shaking his head a bit as his eyes locked with mine. “If one of my friends sees you naked again, I will fucking kill him.” I blinked. And blinked again. Rocco stepped back into the shower, turning away from me. I stared at his ass way too long as he started to scrub his hair and body, his movements jerky and frustrated.

The morning was still you she stroll down the stairs , walking down the garden she saw a chair my the left side of the garden she sat there her head collapsed at the upturned of the chair her hands surrendered sided by side She let out a soft sigh “I've been getting protected all my life, it's time to to protect myself”she mumbled Thirty minutes passed she's still on the same spot and posture Then here confidently comes our almighty Rocco , walking so dashily looking up breathtaking handsome ,his face ,he has a sharp cheekbones and strong jawlines,with a warm lightly tanned skin his dark hair is wally and wet ,his shoulders are broad and appear muscular, his lips are almondly round pink with