Novel & Cerita Don't Moan My Name

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

I covered my lips with my hands… fuck, this is so embarrassing, and I had no more drinks, I can’t avoid the dare. “Go on.” He urged, he seemed so ready for it, and I glared at him. “And make sure to use my name while you do it.” “The game didn’t specify, it just told me to moan.” I argued. “I want you to moan my name out loud.” There was no room for compromise in his voice. As stubborn as always, I cleared my throat as I prepared to moan. “Ahh…” I moaned softly. “Louder.” He urged, his voice a little bit raspy.

My jaw clenched as another moan echoed off the walls. And then I heard it. Clearer than anything else. My name. “Damien…” The sound of it on a moan, dripping with need, made every cell in my body snap awake. I staggered back a step, breath caught somewhere in my chest. Who the fuck was in there—and why the hell were they moaning my name?

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

The name seared into his soul, the name he hasn't been able to use in far too long. A tearful laugh bursts out of Samantha, "God, I've missed that." She sniffs, "No one else has been allowed to call me that these last four years. In any other voice, that name sounds punctuated and harsh, only you made it sound like music. And...and I've missed hearing it."

“I’m inviting you to the launch of my company’s new fashion line.” Jayden didn’t even look at the card. “Still not interested.” Donald leaned closer, just enough to whisper but loud enough to hurt. “It’s called MONALISA.” Everything in the room went quiet. Jayden’s lips parted slightly, like he needed air. “What… what did you just say?”

" This is not happening. " ©#KCMmuoe

“Moe, thank you.” I curved my lips. “Don’t call me Moe. That’s so dumb. I don’t know why my mother called me with that.” In the end, I even turned into a whisper. Areiza giggled. “I think this name is not bad.” “Hey! Do you think that you are inferior to me in everything and want to supress me in a name?” I raised my eyebrows. She wrinkled her nose, “Moe, you provoked me again. Be careful that I will do bad things again.”

I couldn't help but moan his name and he stiffened before letting out a moan himself. He started pushing his length into me slowly till he was halfway dipped into me. "What's your name?" He asked in a low sensous voice. I was puzzled then found it ridiculous that he would ask my name but the moment I tried to answer, a realization stung me. In my head my name was the most familiar thing to me but surprisingly I could not pull the letters nor the pronounciation in my head.