روايات وقصص ضمن Down And Dirty Mari Carr

The night air pierces my skin like needles, the clothes I'm wearing barely doing any work to shield me. Mira, my best friend from childhood. We have been glued together since kindergarten, and every trouble we get into, she is always the mastermind behind it all. Just like tonight, she sneaked in through my window to drag me out to a club, but now she is currently passed out on the floor drunk, and I'm suffering the consequences of getting our asses home.

He looked younger than I expected. I dropped my bag on the bench and started lacing up, watching the two of them from across the court. Matteo's jaw was tight, his eyes flicking toward Marcus every few seconds. "Rowan." Matteo's voice cut across the gym the second he spotted me. "Line up." I jogged over, ignoring Marcus entirely. "This is Marcus," Matteo said flatly, not meeting my eyes. "He'll be assisting you with practices going forward." Marcus extended a hand. "Good to finally meet the captain."

“Nothing overt. But her attendance was logged. More interesting is Ethan, the owner.” Marvin paused. “Go on.” “Severe cocaine habit. Regular use. Escalating. He’s involved with the barmaid, Remy. And his lawyer.” Marvin lifted an eyebrow. “His lawyer?” “Yes. Vincent Brock. Top tier. Married. Three children.” “Hmm.” Marvin leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Interesting.” Dirty Angels was more rotten than it appeared. “And Marisol?” Marvin pressed. “Protected. Closely. Lorenzo Rossi is rarely more than a few steps away.”

“But I returned as I had left some papers here, not that it would be any of your business. That aside, Alpha Carter, you appeared to have come all the way to my home for a reason, so what is it we can do for you?” My eyes rested once more upon Mari, whose gaze was firmly fixed upon the floor. She looked terrified and something did not sit right with me. The house had a strong scent of alcohol. Stale alcohol. Was that simply the house? Him? Or was it her? I was sure when I had been alongside her previously there had been no hint of that scent. If anything, she had a faint floral aroma to her… ‘Oh, so we are paying attention to a she-wolf’s scent now too?’ Draven teased. ‘And you say you do no

Throwback: Three Years Ago Carlos found Maria on the terrace, surrounded by empty wine glasses and a crumpled pack of cigarettes. She looked a mess, her hair unbrushed, her eyes puffy and bloodshot but the fire in them hadn't been extinguished. If anything, it was burning with a new, volatile fuel. "Are you here to mock me, Carlos?" Maria asked before he even reached the table. She didn't look up, her fingers trembling as she lit a fresh cigarette. "Because if you are, save your breath."

Darren came to sit beside me while I was trying hard to process every single thing that was happening with his leg pressed against mine and his dark eyes watching the two as they kissed too. My breathing grew heavier. “Fuck, look at them,” he muttered in a low voice. “That is so hot.” Marcus let out a deep chuckle from the other side of the room. “I have to say, somebody spiked this shit because there is no way in hell this is normal champagne.” He had a point. I tried to speak in response even though my voice came out rough. “You think so?” Darren turned to me and his right hand landed right on my thigh. “It does not matter,” he said to me with a nod. “It feels good, right?”

"Your wife is cumming on my cock." "Let me hear it," Alex says from across the room, Valentina bouncing on his lap. "I want to hear you cum on him." I cum screaming. Marco's cock buried deep, his thumb on my clit, my husband watching from five feet away while another woman rides him. The orgasm is violent – squirting, gushing around Marco's cock, soaking the couch beneath me. Valentina cums at the same time – I hear her moan spike, hear her cry out in Italian, hear Alex groan beneath her.

Marco flipped it open and shouted dramatically, "Late-stage pancreatic cancer? Diagnosed yesterday!" Vito's face changed instantly. He looked me over, frowning, his expression somewhere between confused and distant. "So this is what happened after you disappeared for three years? You married some dying man just to spite me? Cecilia, you're pathetic." "That's not mine. It's my assistant's—" "Save it." Vito looked at my linen dress with disgust, his eyes full of condescending arrogance. "Wearing cheap market clothes. Compared to that closet full of custom silk you used to have, your taste has really gone downhill."

Not until he was strong enough to protect her from everything. Lost in thought, Carlo crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, the frustration of his inner turmoil gnawing at him. He reached for another cigarette but found the box empty. Muttering a curse under his breath, he called Maria, the maid, to bring him a new pack. Maria arrived quickly with a fresh pack of cigarettes and, in her hands, the morning newspaper. “Sir, today’s paper just came in. Would you like to have a look?” Carlo, uninterested, waved her off. “No, just leave the cigarettes. You can go.”

•°•°•°•° Mia was downstairs by the dining, she had Liam beside her as she fed him, she hears footsteps and turns to see Carl ..he was dressed for work He got to the table and sat down looking at Mia Intently, Mia looks at him and mouths a what..Carl smirks in return He didn't eat anything but stood up and began walking to the door, he got out and was about entering his car when a gunshot was heard, a flower pot behind him broke