Casanova Stories Novels & Stories

Knowing who he was, he was a man filled with schemes. In the past few days, things have been going smoothly. Tristan was fully recovered now and he found every possible way to annoy the hell out of Nicholas and Alison. Alison and Nicholas had gotten closer by the day. They both knew it; the incident drew them closer, and they couldn't get enough of each other, which only annoyed Tristan being the third wheel.

Something I don't want to name. “Really?” His response, a low growl. “Please, what kind of man am I? Do jog my memory.” My gut twists. My pulse races. And yet, my mind is a cage of reason shouting against desire. Because I know the stories. Not every tale was about him being like a god among us. Most, were of his conquests… …when he was away from the darkness of war A man who could have any woman he wanted. A Casanova of the highest of the order.

A smug look formed on his face, “I don’t know if that’s true.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “I’ve been told my charm could melt the hearts of the coldest women.” “Well, I’m not like every woman you’ve ever met,” I sneered. This guy must be a real Casanova. I give myself a mental pat on the back for not tripping over my own feet, to sink my claws into this man. Then again, I’ve never done that before and I don’t instead start now.

The public only saw what he was okay with them seeing. Tonight's Aaron gave even less of a damn than The Casanova of Caines ever had. The Casanova of Caines had rules. No smart women. There were exceptions of course, but back then he didn't pick up women for long term relationships. He and Emily's messed up will they/won't they situation was stressful enough.

Vito set his glass down with a sharp clink and straightened. "Call Luca and the rest of the crew. We're hitting that shipyard tonight. I want this operation buried before sunrise." Marco nodded, already sending out orders. As the room buzzed with activity, Vito glanced over at the window once again. His face, a shadow of his very own ambition, gazed back at him in spectral form. "Carla," he whispered quietly, "do you want war? Fine. You won't be around for its end, however. Carla stood amidst the shadows of towering shipping containers, her eyes scanning the organized chaos of her men loading crates of weapons onto waiting trucks. The distant sound of waves crashing against the docks was a s

Heat dripped down my face but my body betrayed me as another wave of wetness coated my fingers. His voice was low and calm. “Miss Voss,” he said pushing off the table as he stepped close to me. “I see you’ve been enjoying my private collections.” He stopped right in front of me with his eyes deliberately lowered to where my fingers had been. “Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice becoming dangerously lower. “Reading my book while you fuck yourself in my library. Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” I couldn’t speak, my mouth was dry but my pussy throbbed even harder under the vibrator.

He wrote a list of things for her as well. Norman and Jacob were in Nathan's office early having coffee with Nathon. "We see it went well with your bride to be last night. Where did the two of you sneak off to last night?" Norman asked. "We came to my office here to show her my work," Nathan replied reading a new publication. "She fell for that," Jacob laughed. Nathan gave him a warning look. "Actually Cassie knows quite a bit about the Lady Vacscore broach from 1642. She even knew the map of where we were going next. I want to bring her along," Nathan told them both.

Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face as I stared at the numerous photos spread out on Mr Voss's million dollar table at his penthouse. Photos of Daniel fucking a woman in his car—the one I fucking bought for him. Photos of him kissing her. Photos of him taking her in all different positions in the car. Photos of his face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth open, his skin glistening with sweat and I couldn't help the tears that kept rolling down my cheeks no matter how many times I told them to stop.

When he grabbed my clitoris, I gasped from pleasure. The wetness made it drawy and sweeter. “Argggh. Zzzzzz” I moaned. He shifted me to the middle of the tables and laid me down. It was big and wide, strong enough to carry both of us. I didn't mind at all as long as he penetrated me. He was turning my head with his skills. As he lay me down, he climbed as well. Coming on top of me, he grabbed my lips into his mouth and began kissing me vigorously. I kissed him back with so much passion. He was skilled, too skilled.

This is your author CastielLj, and I’d like to introduce my stories before FFMH if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. If you are already a follower of mine, thank you so much! We’ve come a long way since Devin, eh ;) Here are my books on GN. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone]