Casanova Stories Novels & Stories

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

THE END . Other stories in the Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Secret To Seduction (prequel), The Sweet Taste of Sin (Dante's story), The Mystery of You (Rafe's story), and The Thrill of Temptation (Orlando's story). Find more of Ember Casey's work at EmberCasey.com

Thalia came again - smaller this time, but it left her shaking and oversensitive. Cassian didn’t stop. He pulled out, helped her stand on shaky legs, and walked her to the window. The glass was cool against her breasts and stomach as he pressed her against it. The city stretched out below them - cars, people, buildings. Anyone with a good pair of binoculars could have seen them if they looked up. He pushed back inside her from behind and fucked her hard against the glass.

she eyed me. "Yes ooo.She is and I need a man like that"Cassie said. "Don't mind some people trying to break a good relationship"Bianca said giving me glares.I got really angry and stomped out of their presence to the elevator. "She had better hold tight to her man tight before someone else try to steal him"Bianca shouted aloud for me to hear.I huffed and got into the elevator pressing the buttons on it and it closed.It finally opened at the top floor and I stepped out.

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

“Good girl. Now get on the bed. On your back. Legs spread wide. I want to see that dripping pussy.” I crawl onto the big four-poster bed and lie down, spreading my thighs obediently. The sheer babydoll is ruined — bunched around my waist, cum-stained, and torn in places. Mr. Cane stands at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned, powerful chest. His cock is already hardening again. “Touch yourself,” he growls. “Show me how you play with what’s mine. But remember – your orgasms belong to me. You do not come until I say so.”

Scarlett said with a hint of remorse and sincerity. "I am over him," I retorted. "Besides, you have only been with like two guys your whole life. This is your chance to go out there and get some strange cock in order to forget that jerk ass." We all began to laugh at her choice of words. Our conversation turned lighthearted for a moment before becoming more naughty and sexually driven. It was true that I had only been with two guys in my life and that included my ex, but I didn’t see anything wrong with that. Saraphina went on to say that she had many partners, though not as many as Scarlett, and she even confessed to having a threesome before. I was stunned by her revelation; Saraphina didn

Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Sadile was dimly aware of her clothes being removed, of the cool air against her skin, but her focus was solely on the pleasure coursing through her veins. Jenna's lips found hers again, a deep, passionate kiss that left Sadile breathless. "Are you ready, darling?" she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised.

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the Asylum. The lights are low tonight, and the air tastes like sin and anticipation. I have a special confession for you this evening. A woman who thought she was only buying a pretty antique... until the mirror started watching her back. Her name is Elena. And once you hear how it began, you’ll understand why some doors should never be opened. --- **Story 1: The Mirror Man** **Chapter 1**