Bianca Prince Sextape Novels & Stories

I stared at the screen for what felt like hours, even though it’d barely been seconds. It was dad. And not just Dad. It was dad and Bianca. Not touching her—but there, in the room, shirt off, belt undone. Having full blown sex. Bianca had a camera set up. The girl had filmed it. Filmed the whole thing. The angle was perfect. You could see dad the bed, Bianca’s smug little smirk as she reached for the button of her blouse like this was some kind of game. The look on dad’s face—one of pure pleasure—was permanently imprinted on my brain.

The headlines the next day made me giggle so hard that I felt I would float in the sky. BIANCA MORRETTI SEX TAPE? CROCODILE TEARS? IT TURNS OUT THAT OUR STAR ACTRESS IS JUST A COLD BLOODED LIAR. A GOLD DIGGER, BIANCA MORRETTI! I kept scrolling and smiling from ear to ear at the splash of Bianca's crying face from the video she had made with her parents.

she says before winking and walking toward the front door. My chest tightens as I accept the truth of her words. This was nothing new, Bianca had always been prettier and more social. “I don’t know why your failed mates even bothered, since everyone knows I’m going to end up with Prince Kaine. Maybe they were just looking for an excuse not to end up with you,” she laughs and saunters out the door, swinging her hips, on her way to meet up with her friends. Prince Kaine is the oldest and fiercest of the Alpha King’s sons, and Bianca has had her sights set on him for as long as I can remember but as far as I know she’s never been to the palace.

Proserpina was too far gone to protest, She whimpered as he began to rub her sensitive nub, forcefully spreading her legs as he began to suck and bite her nape. ‘Come on, my little wh*re,” he grunted as her hand moved to his shaft, already exposed and stiff. “ On your hands and knees. I want to impregnate you, bi*ch.” * Hours later, Bianca and her Masters were asleep in a tangled mess of limbs, their naked, damp bodies draped over each other. But Bianca had a blissful smile on her beautiful face as she slowly awoke, taking in the opulent surroundings of the Swedish villa.

Aurelio hisses. "Well, that's what you like to believe, and who are we to burst your bubble?" Luca chimes in, shoving files found in the room behind the bookcases. Scattered throughout a distinct file marked with Bianca's name are numerous photos, each one telling a story of its own. This file stands apart from the others, a sanctuary for information meticulously collected and organised. Clearly, he has delved deep into researching methods to exert influence over her. While the other files contain insights into the specific triggers that were used to control their subjects, Bianca's profile reveals a perplexing absence of such indicators. Her uniqueness presents a challenge, suggesting that

*Keep talking while I ruin you. Stephanie didn’t leave. The door creaked open. She stepped inside. For a split second, time froze. Stephanie’s eyes widened in pure shock as she took in the scene: Bianca bent over the table, skirt bunched around her waist, panties pulled to the side, getting fucked deep and rough. Bianca’s breasts had spilled out of her top, nipples hard, her moans turning into desperate little whimpers as she tried to play it off.

I walked over and looked down at him. "Which hand did you use to bang on my window?" He trembled. The smell of urine hit the air. I stepped back in disgust. Turning to the leading man, I said, "Return this gift from Ms. Bellini. With interest." "Yes, Principessa." I slid into the back seat of one of the sports cars. Behind me, screams tore through the night.

Relief floods her features, but the weight of her reality remains, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made for survival in a world where the power plays of the elite overshadow her artistry. She quietly got out of her hiding place and locked the door of her room. Then she lays on her bed grateful that the prince was gone. She had closed her eyes and all of a sudden someone had pinned her to the bed. “You think I’m gone,” he said silkily. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” She heard him breathe heavily in her ear. She tried to scream underneath him but he put her hand to her mouth. His strength overpowered her and the more she struggled, the more he tightened his grip. “T

It must be! When she was about to jump up and face him, he strolled past her, towards the other end of the table. The suit as pale as bones hadn’t made the person appear softer. It just made him colder, and out of place despite the environment with the similar shade. The words caught in Danica’s throat as he, none other than the vampire prince, sat down opposite her. He was a beautiful bastard, and she now despised it. How could everything be an accident?

Pov: Bianca (Triggering content in this chapter. Mentions of sexual abuse, pedophilia and molestation.) She was wearing a silk chanel jumpsuit that clung effortlessly to her body looking fantastic from eating the best food, an amazing workout routine and having the best surgeon money could buy at your disposal.