Casanova Sentences Novels & Stories

Ansaldo. I scrambled backwards, quickly making my way to my feet. My heart pounded uncontrollably. I met his gaze; anger ran through me. ‘I wasn’t the same helpless girl when we first met you, dick.’ That's what I wanted to say, but provoking him now wouldn’t be the smartest move. Keeping quiet might be my best choice. Ansaldo stepped closer, burying his hands in his pockets. “I have to say, you’ve got spirit since the last time we met. Casio must be proud.” He said calmly. “But you’re still the stupid, weak little girl as back then.”

This caused the man to become overly aroused. Caspian let out a grunt, as he whispered in her ear, -Don't say I didn't try to be nice, when it was you who provoked me, woman, you will regret what you just did. Laughing, Sara replied, "You still like me, and you can't deny it, your body is on fire. At that moment Caspian, rammed her hard, causing Sara, to swallow her words, and she could not continue speaking, in a correct way. This made Caspian smile as he whispered to her. -Sara, no matter what you say now, I know very well that you are, doing this to make me focus, on your center, but honestly I am dying, to taste your other side, I want to penetrate that wrinkled hole, don't be so mean an

My tone dropped into something even hell couldn’t touch. “Una morte veloce è il paradiso per i peccatori... Ma una morte lenta è il primo inferno.” (A quick death is heaven for sinners... but a slow death is the first hell.) Cassian’s knees nearly buckled. I stepped even closer, lowering my voice like a dagger sliding between ribs. “I will cut off your limbs… one after the other. Pluck out your eyes. Rip your tongue. Break every tooth in your mouth.

I said while looking everywhere but him. "I was always shameless when it came to you. Sadly, you never notice." I felt his words had double meanings. I looked back at him and tried to understand, but I wasn’t getting what he was trying to say. "Girls were and are my weakness. People don’t call me Casanova for nothing, you know?" He raised his eyebrows proudly, and I fumed again, thinking what kind of person he is. Moreover, he is using me in the name of Bella and my dear ones.

He thought about the question for a second then probably decided that there was no harm in answering her. "Anything and everything that would make him money. Drugs, guns, women, exotic animals...take your pick." "I see..." She'd guessed as much. By this time, they were pulling up to the office building. Casiuss snapped his seatbelt off and turned to face Faith. "You know," he started, "Whenever you're around, I end up talking far more than I do in a week." Faith gulped. Casiuss was a very intense man and having the full force of his attention on her like this would make any red-blooded woman squirm. She was no exception.

A small, amused smile curved my lips as if I were admiring a piece of art rather than staring at my own undoing. Casain’s scoff was sharp enough to cut. “I should have known. All the signs were there.” His voice climbed, ragged, bitter. “No wonder Steeling barged into my house and laid his hands on me, because of you. You dirty slut. Shameless prostitute. Scum!” Each insult spat like venom. I let my smile widen just a little, then drifted to the couch and lowered myself onto it with deliberate calm, crossing one leg over the other. “So?”

“Your father wants access to my hotel chain for his... side businesses. Does he think if he sends his pretty son, I might be more inclined to agree?” Pretty. There’s that word again, but in Casano’s mouth, it doesn’t sound like the dismissive way Roberto said it. It sounds like a weapon he’s decided to use against me. “Is it working?” The words slip out before I can stop them. For a moment, Casano looks surprised. Then he laughs—a low, rich sound that does unreasonable things to my insides. “You’re bolder than I expected, Marcelo Sanchez.” “I get that a lot.” I try for casual, but my voice betrays me with a slight waver.

God, it drives me crazy, completely crazy. I felt my panties wet with a single sentence from the disqualified idiot. - Dream about it, Casanova. Because you never really will. - Your panties? - No... What's under it. "I didn't think you thought that when you let me touch you." I felt everything in you ready to receive me. - I just wanted to show you that... That... - Do you want me as much as I want you? - I love you very much, Heitor Casanova... Very much. Like my boss at North B. Now tell me once and for all if you think the intern-looking guy didn't steal my idea.

Emiliano knew exactly what she was feeling and greatly understood his wife "I feel like doing something bad right now"she murmured in a soft seductive voice that Emiliano knew too well only his wife used when something naughty was going through her innocent mind "You know sweetheart, sometimes I wonder who...the Casanova is between us"the man said innocently with a smirk that has sia's face morphing I to something deadly as she fisted her hand and prepared to hit him on the chest bad Emiliano caught it midair and chuckled