Bela Dimitrescu X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bella flushed, both embarrassed and excited. Damien carried her effortlessly out of the kitchen, past the living room, and directly to her bedroom. The sex that followed was beyond anything Bella had ever experienced. Bella lay beneath Damien, his strong hands gripping her hips, positioning her just where he wanted. She felt the heat of his arousal pressing against her, and as he entered her, a sharp mixture of pleasure and pain swept through her body, stealing her breath. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted in a soft, trembling cry.

I whispered to the stale air behind me. No response. “Was Dimitris the young fae who was taught to read in this diary?” I didn’t wait for the dead air to say anything, “I would think if all of these diaries are meant to be family secrets then it'd be one of the first three boys.” “Keep reading.” The wind whispered. I rolled my eyes in response. “All I ever do is read these books. Dimitris is down there with his family acting like I don’t exist and his family is happy to believe I don’t exist either.”

She kissed Dimitri deeply once again, taking his large hands and guiding it towards her hanging breasts. Dimitri instinctively responded and immediately felt the softness of her breasts. The sensation of his palms on her tips made Amanda moan for a bit. Feeling the mood rising even inside her, she reached her hand towards his pants and loosened his belt. Amanda felt the warm and tender tip right as soon as her hand entered his pants. Dimitri is definitely big; Amanda is still reluctant to let something like that in.

That was feasible, right? She watched her buyer, Dimitrio De Luca, tentatively. She could never forget the name, it was registered in her head, it was the name of the malevolent Greek god that bought her. She used the term because he looked exactly like one. She had thought him to be as old and grumpy as a miserable bookkeeper, until she was brought to him, and her heart skipped a beat. Again.

he chuckled. "Vi-victims?" Hazel stuttered, but then she composed herself. Dimitri licked his lips and then he backed her up against the wall, "Yes victims," he breathed against her ear. Hazel closed her eyes and her knees went weak. "At least I assume that is what that HUSBAND of yours told you." Hazel let out a quiet moan and Dimitri's eyes lit up. He looked at the beautiful girl clinging tightly to the wall behind her. "Stop using your charms on me, Dimitri! I can feel it."

“Answer me, Cassie. Or I’ll start cutting pieces off you right now.” Behind her, the cauldron bubbles and spits, the colour of fresh bruises. And somewhere deep inside my ruined body, Hera whimpers, because we both know: The real monster was never Dimitri. It was always her. Demetria’s fingers linger on my chin a second longer, nails drawing tiny beads of blood, then she releases me with a soft, almost loving pat. “It’s fine,” she says, voice light again, as if we’re discussing the weather. “Before your brute gets here, I’ll be finished. He’ll find nothing but ashes and a very pretty memory.”

"If you knew who I am, you wouldn't have dared to do something crazy like this. I am a yakuza... I could even skin you alive if I wanted, let alone a girl like you!" While holding her swollen and hot cheek, tears started to well up in Brenda's eyes. The fear spread throughout her body as she saw and heard Demitri's words, one after another, like a storm ready to kill her. "If you want to stay alive, follow my words. Marry me, we will have a contract marriage, or else... I will kill you right now without anyone knowing your whereabouts." Demitri's two eyes looked fiercely savage, and his gaze was truly terrifying, making the hairs on Brenda's body stand on end. "Do you understand what I'm say

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

"You haven't got a look of horror on your face so I will take that as a good sign." She whipped her head around to look at him, her hair fanning out around her head. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes caught his. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his dark eyes had turned predatory. Dangerous. The look in his eyes caused a stirring between her legs. There was no question in her mind what exactly he was. Rothdam Dimitri - the Dom. The thought excited her more than she would have imagined.