Degrassi Johnny Dimarco Novels & Stories

I followed the direction he was watching and saw my parents with the Mikhas walking our way. "Just relax; let me do all the talking," Johnny whispered in my ear, and I nodded. "Alessia, just look how nice you cleaned up," my dear sister said with a fake smile. I just stared at her, not wanting to talk. "Mr. Gravano, we met again. Thank you for bringing her. Sergei will take her from here," my stepfather said, walking forward to reach for my arm, but Johnny quickly held onto my waist. "I'm sorry, Mr. Berlusconi, but Alessia won't go anywhere with another man. You see, she's my fiancée," Johnny said in a cold voice, not taking his eyes off Sergei.

REINA I froze. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. That my dirty, perverted mind had warped his words and made them filthier than they were. But no. His voice, rough and low, cut through the heat in the room again. “Crawl the fuck to me and take this big cock in your mouth like a good girl.” My breath hitched. There he stood. Domenico Gravano. Towering. Commanding. And in his hand was the thick, veiny cock I’d only ever seen in my fantasies, now real and stiff and dripping right in front of me.

My hands were all over his chest, clutching and scratching. “Fuck, I can’t go slow anymore. You feel too good.” He said as he increased his speed and thrust into me like he was going to rip me in half. “Oh God!” I yelled. “God has nothing to do with this, ragazzina. I’m your god now.” He thrust even deeper and harder than before. No words were able to come out of my mouth. I was stuck in the position of my mouth being wide open, forming an ‘O’. I made the mistake of closing my eyes and Nikolas grabbed my chin roughly.

Forbidden. “Fuck…” Johnny breathed, looking down at her. “Look at you. My stepmom on her knees for me.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket and started recording, the red light blinking like a warning. “Say it for the camera. Tell them who you are tonight.” Grace’s lips trembled. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m ASlimySlut. But tonight… I’m Grace. Johnny’s stepmom.” “Good girl,” he groaned. “Now open that pretty mouth.”

He directed those who were there and fielded a few phone calls. Domenico showed up late in the afternoon, with what looked like a case of sports drink under one arm and a duffel bag in the other. Marco took the case from him, and he passed by, not even looking at me as he headed to the crowd of men who were playing a game of poker. From what I could tell the one named Joey was winning handily, so much that the others were claiming that he was cheating. They were right.

" Get your fans out to konstantin's lair, act as though you are marvelling at his beautiful house, that would stall him for some minutes so Delphine and iris could get their job done " " Marco, won't konstantin fired on me or my beloved fans? You said this man is so vicious " " He won't,not in public. Yes he's vicious but you are an Italian citizen and was only going about your promotion so he would sees no reason to pull out a gun and a secret for you my darling, konstantin Dmitri has a kind spot for beautifully woman like you " " Oh " Giovanna breathe out shakily after a long time and then replied " sure my underboss, I will get the job done. You can turn on the TV, the promotion is live "

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett