Novel & Cerita Arno Victor Dorian

“I’m the girl who knows exactly what he is. And what he’s not.” He stopped just in front of me. “He’s mine,” Vittorio said, calm and lethal. “No matter what name he uses, how many dogs he walks, or lives he tries to borrow. Ultimately, Dorian Lorenzetti was born to inherit something far greater than that sad little fantasy.” I wanted to spit back a dozen things. That he didn’t own Alan. That blood didn’t mean anything if the man behind it was poison. That Alan had built something real and good and worthy—and that it wasn’t his fault he’d been born into rot.

Beside herself, Sigfri pressed her thighs against his sides and dug her nails into Dorian’s shoulders, refusing to let go, prepared to ride him until exhaustion consumed them both. But then, Astaroth—fully inhabiting the muscle and fiber of Dorian Thorne—decided the game was over. With a burst of inhuman strength, he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto the rug. In an act of absolute and inexplicable dominance, Dorian spilled across her face—a mark of possession and contempt that left Sigfri frozen, her eyes wide beneath the traces of his climax. Dorian leaned over her, his husky voice making her shudder.

But that anchor was missing, and unease gnawed at me. He tilted his head slightly, still studying me, then glanced around the room once more. "He’s with someone else," Dorian said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. My chest tightened, and the words hit me like a cold gust of wind. "What do you mean? With someone else?" I asked, my voice steady but laced with an edge. Dorian sighed, his eyes softening as though he were reluctant to reveal more. "He's with Arianna. The slave girl." His words were blunt, and the bitterness in his tone was unmistakable.

Before Antler could argue or call him wrong, Dorian rose from his seat. “Hi, Boss.” She greeted Dorian, who flicked his wrist to dismiss her, “Hmm.” Stunned, Antler was watching Ariana standing gracefully, giving him a smile and the heaviness of their last confrontation made him swallow hard. ‘My…. Redemption?’

“Now if you don’t mind, get the fuck out off my sight, I have better place to be.” Violet’s expression was twisted in fury as I walked away from her. I pushed the restroom door open and stepped back into the glow of the banquet. I scanned the room and spotted Dorian standing among a small circle of men, each of them impeccably dressed. He looked like he was born for this world—stoic, polished, powerful. There wasn’t a trace of emotion on his face.

Something was amiss, and I couldn't rest until I knew what it was. From my vantage point, I spotted Dorian and Gustavo making their way through the crowd. Dorian, clad in a majestic robe that exude power and authority, commanded attention wherever he went. His strong, chiseled features were accentuated by the dim light, making him appear irresistibly alluring. I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through me as my eyes lingered on him for a moment. As I turned to share my thoughts with Ben, his words echoed my sentiments. "Damn! He's so sexy," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and playful envy. We both shared a lighthearted moment, appreciating the captivat

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

His eyes caught a jersey that had the a black hawk logo on it with a title “Black hills high” Lucas entered the tent to reach for the Jersey, “We’re not supposed to be touching stuff Lucas, we don’t want to get our fingerprints on anything that could compromise us enough” Roman warned as he started getting on the lookout before anyone finds them there Lucas came back out with the Jersey, “The Victim was a student of this school and her name is Sophie” he turned the back of the Jersey to Roman “Sophie 9” Roman read the wording slowly, “It looks like a sport wear” he added

Ronan said, his voice cold, merciless. Dorian’s lips curled into a twisted grin. “You think this is over? You think you’ve won?” He laughed, the sound low and menacing. “You have no idea what you’ve started. You’ve made enemies of the wrong people.” Ronan’s expression never wavered. “You should have stayed hidden, Dorian. Now you’ll pay for underestimating me.” With a single, swift motion, Ronan pulled the trigger. The world seemed to stand still as Dorian’s body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."