Novel & Cerita Boss Romance

My breath caught in my throat and my heart started to race so fast it hurt. Rolex. He stood across the street, his eyes locked on me, dark and burning with an intensity that made my knees weak. If looks could kill, I’d already be halfway buried. I quickly turned back to Bruno, tearing my gaze away from Rolex’s glare. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do,” I whispered urgently. “What?” Bruno asked, clearly confused. Before I could think twice, I rose on my toes and kissed him. It was reckless. Insane. Something I’d regret for the rest of my life… but if that kiss could make Rolex believe I belonged to someone else, maybe he’d finally back off.

he answered. "Andretti, I understand that you are trying to protect me, but I'm not afraid of your world, if we get married I want to know about you and be with you completely and fully. I want to face whatever comes with being your partner, Mafia man or not, I'm willing to take the risk, I really want to explore my feelings for you... and you have feelings for me too and now we are getting married, life put us in this direction, let's just go where this leads us. I see the good in you, the kind and gentle soul behind the hard surface, and I am choosing to be the one you trust, I choose you and everything that comes with you, that is my rule that we really try.... contract marriage or not to

he asked me "Why did you just tell him what he wanted so you wouldn't get hurt?" "Because I'm in love with Xavier Arivonese the mafia boss." I answered closing my eyes as our lips brushed I felt him smile. "I love you too Royalty." he said pulled me into his arms. The others began to cheer and laugh. He smelt like white roses and chocolate and mint body wash! You've got yourself an upgrade Rei! You're now in love with the boss of a mafia and he told you he loved you. I wanted him more. I wanted Xavier more! He held me for a little longer and I buried my head in his chest. We didn't do any cliché kissing, we just held each other. After a while he pulled away a little.

The contrast of her smooth, cool palms against his burning heat made him instantly twitch. Slowly, deliberately, she began to stroke him. Giovanni threw his head back against the leather headrest, a dark, ragged curse tearing from his throat. "Cazzo..." he groaned in Italian. Her fingers were incredibly soft, moving in an erotic, rhythmic friction that had him completely at her mercy. Watching this dangerous, unyielding Don groan and tremble under the touch of her hands gave Rosa a sudden, intoxicating rush of adrenaline. She had power over him—complete, absolute power—and right now, the ruthless billionaire mafia boss was completely helpless at her feet. He was rock hard, his veins throbbin

Try something. I pressed my palms against my heated face. What was I doing? This wasn’t just complicated—it was wrong. He was married. My boss. And yet… every time he touched me, every time he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted… I forgot all of that. I forgot who I was, who he was. All I could think about was the way he made me feel. Desired. Seen. Ruined. My phone buzzed. I reached for it on the nightstand and saw a message from him.

Just satisfied. “No,” he said softly. “I’ll call you mama.” Her breath stopped. He reached out, his hand moving toward her neck. She flinched, but there was nowhere to go. His fingers hovered just above her skin. And then he touched her. The reaction was instant. Lucien hissed, jerking his hand back. Smoke rose from his fingertips. His skin blistered red, as though he had touched fire instead of a woman, then faded just as quickly. He stared at his hand. Then at her.

I nodded and then we began. Firstly, excessive touching. I made sure to always hold his hand and give him little kisses while looking to see the reaction of Vincent. Luciano made sure to give the same energy back, his hands as well as his eyes were all on me. To make it more evident about how much we loved each other I boasted about how incredibly happy him and I were, a match meant to be. It was all going perfectly. Bella seemed to be taking especially awful. She couldn't stop looking at me with evil intent building up in her eyes. She was upset. She was angry. She wanted him. But he's mine now. Mine. Not hers. And fuck was I happy about that. She had missed out on the better brother, and s

A part of him felt sorry for hurting her but the arrogant side of him still felt like he was right. “You want to make me happy?” A smile tugged on her lips, and her heart thumped fast in her chest. Donovan Rolland wants to make her happy. It sounded like the greatest good news in her ears. Her cheeks burned with red and her heart pounded in her ribcage. “And scream, I wanna make you scream.” Without hesitation, he turned her so that both her hands were against the work desk and her butt to his crotch. Jasmine smiled and pressed herself against him while arching her back.

He has to be strong for her. — Chase stretched out his two hands after he completed the assigned task that his boss made him do. He then took his phone to check if there was a message from his boyfriend, but there was none. Chase is gay, but it's not obvious because he has a handsome body. He is tall, handsome, and has fair white skin. The curve of his face is so perfect, from his thick eyebrows to his brown dazzling eyes, to his high-bridged nose, down to his heart-shaped kissable lips, enough for the girls to fall for him. Unfortunately, he is not into girls.

he said again, voice breaking. I cupped his face. "Always." Our bodies moved together, the world outside fading into nothing. The fire crackled, the bed creaked, and our hearts raced in sync. For months, we’d fought to survive. Now, here in this cabin, we finally lived. Together. Forever. He was betrothed, My Billionaire Boss But right now, he's Mine.