Dio X Pucci Novels & Stories

“Lonely? With that pretty pink pussy dripping all over Liam’s bed? Come on, sweetheart. Be honest.” Luca reached down and picked up the still-wet dildo I’d tried to hide under the pillow. He held it up, examining the thick veins and the creamy residue coating it. “This thing is nowhere near big enough for a girl who moans like that,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You need real cock, don’t you? The kind that stretches you open and makes you scream.”

Seriously, my mouth turns drier than the deserts of Sahara—the man's stomach is a work of art with sexy abs, larger-than-life pecs with protruding nipples, and further down, there are v-lines and ridges and valleys of hard-packaged muscles. "As you may have guessed, I still want you to pleasure me," Dior crashes down next to me, meeting my eyes with a cocky smile. One arm goes behind his head, making his muscles pop. He winks at me yet again. "Do whatever you want with me, Patricia. I'm all yours."

He was balancing a pizza box on one arm and a bag of popcorn under the other. His jacket was half-open, and his shirt hugged his muscular chest in a way that made my pulse spike. His hair was a little messy. He had a small, knowing smirk on his face. My heart did one slow, hard kick against my ribs. I knew I was staring. I couldn't stop. Jax's smirk deepened. He looked me over, his eyes staying on my face. "You know, honey," he rasped, his voice a low, husky rumble. "I'm all yours to look at. But maybe let me in first."

I just smiled and waited for the youngest Amatucci brother to give me his medical opinion. Another Amatucci brother stepped into my line of sight. Not the medic I was hoping for, but I certainly wasn't going to send him away. Domenico stepped over my body. His dark pants looked black in the lighting, but I knew he favored navy. He hitched up his pants as he knelt next to me, grabbed my hand. "When I said you needed some color, I was thinking of a tan. Not purple, black, and blue." His butterscotch eyes were the lightest pair in the Amatucci family. They practically glowed from his olive-skinned face.

I pull up my jeans, panting and rubbing my thighs, yearning for the orgasm he didn't give me. My phone pings, and when I tap on the notification, it is a time and date-stamped image of Pius tied to a pole with bruises all over his body. Jesus Christ! Cicero Russo is a fuckin monster. The world needs to know that their golden boy is a f*cking murderer. I know why he sent me the picture. He wants me to beg, and then he'll give me his conditions. I've played his game long enough to understand his handwriting when I see one.

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A

To the tiny administrative line most people would skip right over. Initiating authority: Blackwood Foundation — Administrative Division. Authorized by: V. Blackwood-Hemisphere. Victoria’s full name. Right there in public. On a notice, every single person walking this corridor would see today. She hadn’t hidden behind some anonymous account. She’d signed it herself. Put her name out there for everyone to read. My stomach did a slow flip. My phone buzzed. Gideon: That unknown number from this morning? It’s registered to a High Witch Council admin line. Someone at the Council sent it.

a voice asked and I turned to see Lucario walk in dressed in a tuxedo with one of Xavier's girls called Sasha "You got out without a scratch?" Damanico asked "It pays to have links." he kissed Sasha and she giggled "I have the most amazing girlfriend ever." "Wait until Xavier finds out you've been secretly dating one of his girls." Damanico smirked "Well we're going to be on the same team anyway cousin." "Welcome to the Gionovese Joint Luca." "My pleasure." Damanico's POV "So Xavier has the music box?" I asked Rocco as I paced in his office "Why the hell didn't he just hand it over?"

I knew that Dante would be taking care of the rest. He unwrapped his arm from around me, and standing beside Nicolas, he smiled and took his hand, I wrapped his arm around my shoulder making him chuckle. Aurora smiled at her mate as he extended his arms for her, hugging her tightly, and putting his hand on her stomach, he smiled, letting me know that he probably felt the baby kick. “Enjoy your night, Giovanni” Dante said calmly “I believe that we have organized it well enough for you to be satisfied alongside the other partners, shareholders, and ‘friends’. Don’t worry, we won’t have a sniper pointed at you, by the way”

The door bell rang, Luca looked irritated by all these, he just wanted an orgasm and for his dick to be in her wet canal. “ It must be the pizza delivery.” Damon said with a smile, we both thought alike so I said with a sly voice, “ I hope it's not a female.” I said, my tongue swiping against my lower lips, Luca rolled his eyes as he said under his voice, “ Slut.” He pulled his dick out of her juicy pussy as he rubbed his palm over it then smeared it on my face. “ Be a bitch and open the door.” I nodded with a smile, that was exactly what I wanted to do.