Bucciarati Licks Giorno Novels & Stories

"Look around! The press is eating it up. The liquor is flowing. I am officially the king of the Meatpacking District." "Check the tabloids, Antonetti, they’re calling you a public nuisance," Graham mutters dryly, though there’s a subtle twitch of his lips that signals amusement. "Sì, but a *successful* public nuisance," Luca corrects in his slight Italian accent, winking at the girl on his lap. She purrs and presses her chest even closer to him. He grabs onto her ass and they begin French-kissing. He looks over at us when they finally break apart and frowns.

I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. As we perused the menu, Alessandro, our server, arrived with a warm smile. "Buona sera! Welcome to Bella Vita. I'll be taking care of you tonight. May I start by bringing you some antipasti?" Romario nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, please. We'll have the Bruschetta and Insalata Caprese." Alessandro nodded and disappeared, returning with a tray bearing two steaming dishes. The aroma of fresh tomatoes and basil wafted up, making my stomach growl with anticipation.

Letta asked, making Marco once again just shake his head while gazing at his spouse. "So, you want something sweet and melting in your mouth?" Marco asked. "Sure, that will definitely make my mood even better," Letta said. And the next moment, without a word, after Letta finished speaking, Marco suddenly grabbed Letta's nape and pressed their lips together. Letta didn't even have time to push Marco's shoulder before his tongue slipped between her lips. Letta felt the warmth of their tongues intertwining. She didn't even care about the cars passing by, possibly noticing the two of them. When Marco released their lip lock, Letta just blinked her eyes, her face turning red. Marco was seen wipin

] He wanted to kiss her so badly at that moment, the moonlight lit up the room and her full pink lips were so inviting she sensed his intentions and backed away, ‘Dante, dimmi cosa intendi con i nostri genitori?’ [Dante, tell me what you mean about our parents?]

She bit her bottom lip as his cock twitched and began to grow again, ‘Sei insaziabile.’ [You are insatiable.]’

Nothing in life worth having came easy. The best things in life were worth fighting for. Even if it meant going to war with… The Camorra. 14 LUCA The next day, I had a hangover from hell. I couldn’t be bothered to do anything, I just wanted to stay in bed all day. Fizz made his way into my bedroom, opening the curtains, causing bright light to radiate in the room. I grabbed hold of my pillow, covering my eyes agitatedly. “Fuck off, Fizz!” I yelled.

He smirked, "Good girl gattina." I closed my eyes nearing seeing the stars, "Eyes on me Baby," He thrust his fingers deeper. "Dio Mio Nico, M****a." "Let go gattina." He pinched my nipples, "Si si si NICO!" That got me to let go and wet all of his fingers. He removed them and I already miss the contact. He licked his fingers, "My favorite delicacy." I blushed and looked at him with lustful eyes. I kissed him again.

So, at nearly midnight, an eerie echo of the first time I found myself at Piacere for the auction that changed the trajectory of my life, I totter up to the front door, ignoring the line of people stretching away. “Hi.” Gianna flutters her eyelashes coquettishly at the bouncer. “You know Mr. Cattaneo guaranteed you access, right, Ms. Cattaneo?” the bouncer asks tiredly as he unclips the velvet rope. “This is so much more fun!” She blows a kiss at the unamused man and drags me in. The music pounds into my skull, into the soles of my feet, and I remember a few snippets of my first night drunk. Just a few, though.

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

Alessandro De Luca sat in an armchair near the fireplace, a newspaper folded neatly on the table beside him. Alfonso occupied the sofa opposite him, a cup of espresso resting in his hand. Bianca lounged comfortably beside her father. The first thing I noticed wasn't the silence. It was the way Bianca's smile disappeared the moment she saw me. Vittoria, completely unfazed, smiled brightly. "I know exactly what you're all thinking." Alessandro raised an eyebrow. "Do you?" "I forgot my second phone." Alfonso chuckled. "I wondered how long it would take before you noticed."