Donatello 2012 Novels & Stories

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

There was something magnetic about his focus, the same controlled intensity he brought to everything, whether cracking a security system or driving into me until I screamed. He glanced up. "The bronze is a small Donatello dancer, fifteen inches high, it is kept in the owner's private study. Motion sensors cover the floor, infrared beams protect the pedestal and one guard patrols every twenty-two minutes. We enter through the roof terrace, drop to the second-floor balcony, disable the window sensor, in and out in under eight minutes." I nodded, toweling my hair dry. "And the buyer?" "Already arranged in Geneva. Payment on delivery tomorrow night." He leaned back, stretching, shirt pulling tig

Freya sneered. With a smirk on her lips, her hands thundered together twice. And from the dark corner of the hall emerged three tall figures in black suits. The last of them pulled something behind. Something that came to light with passing seconds. And in a short second, a figure of what was being pulled was in the open. I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth as my eyes widened. “Alpha…Leonardo,” my lips trembled. Shaking my head, this didn’t feel right. What have they done to him? Why did he look lifeless? And how did Vogar get a hold of the beast?

He spoke back the call. "Boss, she has arrived in Rome, and her project has all started," Viper reported earlier than James ended the decision. He observed a silver bracelet on the ground—in reality, it had fallen from the maid's wrist. He picked it up, and a daJA glint fashioned in his eyes. "game on," he said with a sadistic smiJA on his lips. Penelope escorted Rose to her room. It turned into already late, and Penelope knew Rose needed her beauty sleep. She would want all her electricity to deal with that twisted brat.

“Y-you want me to…?” “Take it,” Donatello’s voice dripped in contempt, scaring me slightly. “And pull the trigger on Salvatore.”

"The man in the charcoal suit with the silver mask. That's Hector." I cut my eyes toward the pillar. The man was massive, standing over six feet with a military build, a heavy leather belt visible beneath his unbuttoned jacket. Attached to the right side of the belt was a sleek, silver electronic card reader. The master key. "I am going to the VIP tables to initiate the bidding war," Adrian said, his eyes locking onto mine, holding me in place. "The moment the crowd shifts toward the stage, you move. Do not look back."

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore the helmet, transforming his handsome face to an ugly mask. He snapped his fingers, and a black soldier gave him a scabbard. He pulled the glittering sword out of its scabbard. The gaze of the men around fell on the sword as it absorbed the sun’s reflected light, dazzling

I turned around and made a big mistake by looking up at him, I repeat big mistake. I swear Adriano had to be on the list of Greek gods, his chest and biceps were well to sculpted don't even get me started on his eight pack, he had an eight pack for Pete's sake and his skin was perfectly tanned even though he was a tad bit dark because of the Latin genes he inherited from his mum. My eyes went lower finding his tattooed torso and V that was visible since his sweatpants hang dangerously low around his waist. Damn I could only imagine my legs wrapped around his torso while his strong arms gripped my ass. Fuck

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma