Conrad Leto Novels & Stories

"We filled you up. You're carrying the both of us now." He slowly withdrew, the sensation of his departure making me feel cold and hollow. Leo followed, a thick, white ribbon of their combined essence trickling from my ass and pussy onto the counter. I lay there, limp and ruined, my skin flushed and branded by their touch. Conrad looked down at me, a dark, satisfied smirk on his face. He reached out and traced a line through the cum on my thigh, then licked his finger. "I think we'll have a very productive summer, don't you, Leo?"

I also don't want to use Ej to show Leto's suffering. I know, I can torture Leto like no other human being. And I'm not done torturing him yet. His reaction when he saw Ej is a satisfaction for me. He thought I was chasing him. His dick is fuckin five inches. For petes sake! You shouldn't cry over a cheating man whose dick size is only five inches. I am not saying that dick does matter. But if Leto has found someone as beautiful, sexy, rich and delicious as me. Confirm that it's his ratbu and he will just knock on me.

Adrian said quickly, “you won’t regret this.” The call ended a second later, the limousine continued gliding through the city while the driver focused on the road ahead completely unaware of the quiet conspiracy unfolding behind the glass partition separating him from the passengers. Terry leaned forward slightly. “You trust him?” he asked. Conrad chuckled softly, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a slow sip. “I don’t,” he said simply, “but so far he’s profitable.” He rested the glass against his knee and looked out the window again. “Besides,” Conrad added casually, “we anticipated it.”

Conrad had stared wide-eyed at me, then he shrugged it off, "Who is it this time?" "Lindsay's lover, his name is Elias Nieminen; he is also Levi's friend." I briefly explained, "The last time I gave you a job, you handed it over to Lazarus, and he screwed it up." "Trust me, brother, this time will be different. I am worried why all of a sudden this is not you. Engel, you haven't pulled this sort of stuff for a long time," Conrad said with a small pleasing smile appearing on his face, "I was worried that woman took away my brother's ruthlessness, but I guess she will be the one to bring out the devil in you,"

Did she truly not have anyone she could rely on in her life? After that, Marco looked back at his phone screen. He switched to the files stored in the phone. There were ordinary pictures of Letta that he had taken, and Marco's hand paused when the phone displayed a photo of Letta and a man he had previously met. Of course, it was her ex-boyfriend whom Marco remembered as Abian. And it wasn't just one photo, it turned out that Letta had stored more photos of her ex-boyfriend than of herself.

He replied, "The wait is meaningful exactly because of the fleeting nature of the view. No one will cherish something that comes by easily or appreciate the beauty of it." She was surprised by his words, which seemed to allude to something else. Anyway, she wasn't in the mood for philosophical discussions. She rubbed her arm and grumbled, "It's freaking cold. I'm leaving." With that, she went back to land. Conrad had appeared on the beach without them knowing. He was secretly taking a lot of photos with his phone. He planned to show the photos to Lewis after the latter sobered up. It would serve as a peace offering in case he got into trouble for bearing witness to Lewis' drunkenness last ni

Conrad was frozen like a statue. He couldn't believe his eyes and thought he was hallucinating, but the man in front of him didn't disappear. "Hello, I'm Oliver Kolson." Oliver whipped out his business card and handed it to Conrad. Hearing his words, Conrad gasped. 'He was indeed Oliver Kolson, a renowned assistant from Cresco Enterprise!' At that moment, Conrad was on cloud nine. He hurriedly accepted Oliver's business card as though he was afraid he would take it back.

Conrad asks, and Meg shrugs nervously, her heartbeat increasing quickly. "We never had the opportunity to be introduced. My name is Conrad; I'm a future Beta and the current Head Tracker for High Alpha Amaretti. We just went and caught Atlas, so he's going to be back in the cells. I can't imagine how upsetting this situation is for you, but I am going to be here for you the entire time you're in this room, I promise," Conrad says evenly. She's not trying to fill the silence; she's genuinely interested in calming Meg down.

“If it’s all so innocent, you won’t mind if I scent you, then? To see if you’ve been with a man while you were gone.” That’s a Ludacris request and I shouldn’t consent to it. Yet… “Suit yourself,” I find myself saying. “I have nothing to hide.” Conrad hums again and steps closer. For a moment, he simply looms over me, making me crane my neck to look up at him. He’s the tallest and strongest of the brothers, a pure athlete who would likely live in the gym if he good. Maybe that strength should intimidate me. Instead, my mouth starts to water.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.