Novel & Cerita Dream Of Gluttony

Exhaustion and champagne pulled me under quickly. In the dream, the door creaked open. Luca stepped in, moonlight outlining his tall frame. He said nothing as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs. His eyes never left mine. He pushed his pants down, his already hard cock springing free. I watched, mesmerized, as he stroked himself. He climbed onto the bed, pulling the sheets away. “Spread your legs for me, angel,” dream-Luca growled.

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

His eyes were dark with need. “Are you planning on fucking me right now?” I asked, half teasing, half hoping he’d say no so he could at least eat first. “I’m not hungry for food,” he said, already pulling off his shirt. “I’ve been sex-starving for three days.” He climbed on top of me and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth, eager but sloppy. I kissed him back, trying to lose myself in it. His hands tugged my tank top up. My breasts spilled out, nipples already hard. He groaned and latched onto one, sucking hard like he was trying to devour me.

The lackey hissed. “What do you mean by that?” I had not expected her to say such disrespectful words. “The literal meaning” The lackey replied. She then turned towards Vivian and continued, “She might even be planning to seduce Liam Roy after hearing he would be attending. A lot of girls have their eyes on him, even a lowly cook.” I was left speechless at her words, I didn't even know who the person they were talking about was. It was nerve-racking. “I see. I'll make sure no one eats the food made by a slut” Vivian stated, giving me one last look before turning to leave with her lackey.

I asked, knowing that Paige was taking note of every word in the conversation. "Thinker is the only person that we are aware of that could have penetrated my firewalls, and he is talented enough that he could evade detection for well over a year. The image that was dropped must have happened by him leaving out of my room quickly; probably because I was logging on and was about to catch him in the act." "And what was the image of?" "It was a picture of every senator of the Republic in a mass grave. It was a fragment of a thought, an idea, or even a hope. In essence, Mr. Vrix, Ed has intentions on decimating the Republic of North America."

He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops? "The crops are all frozen to nothing in the rotten fields. We've worked all year for nothing and now we're going to have to starve!" With that, he turned and stormed off. Wiping my tears, I stood up and hurried to follow him. I knew it was my fault. He was very tolerant of me by not looking down on me. I prayed inwardly that the town doctor would cure me. Otherwise, I feared that if the doctor failed, Tom might do what the old women whispered about—the kind of cure that involved a needle and no m

Caspian asked me while we swayed to the new melody playing. "Olivia Stephenson," I replied, and he smiled at me warmly. "What a beautiful name. Your beauty is exquisite." He said, and I thanked him. "Are you dating Beta Paul?" he asked me, and I shook my head. He beamed at me, and it made me nervous. I did not like his countenance. He was a handsome man. Grey eyes, dark hair, pronounced jawline, thick eyebrows, sharp piercing eyes, commanding lips and neatly shaven beard. He was a very handsome man, but I knew he wasn't a nice person. He did nothing for his people. He let the poor starve. The margin between the rich and the poor in Geneva was wide, and I doubted he cared about it. I could se

Then Natalia said "What are you doing? Extend your hand." Alpha Oscar stood in front of me with outstretched hands. He was trying to shake hands with me during the introduction. I accepted his greetings and shook hands with him. Monica was looking at me as if she would eat me and throw my hand out. After that I moved away from those people and came into solitude. Then I smelled the pastry. My favorite flavor black currant, was also there. I could not stop myself. Natalia had a responsibility. His father had sent her here to represent him. She had to meet many guests and develop relations. Her understanding of diplomatic relations is much better than mine. Alpha Edward has groomed her very we

I nodded, moaning again around his cock, his grip on my hair became tighter and he came. Just like I was ordered, I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?”

Zoe I didn’t sleep at all last night. With work and school, I feel like I’ve been stretched thin. I did have a few weird dreams of a gorgeous man with leather wings. One of them was so real. I dreamt that I was a slave girl in a Roman home. The master of the house decided to take a trip to a gladiator fight, and the lady of the house took us along to serve them while they watched the bloody battles. I was serving the master wine when I saw him. He was one of the most good-looking men I’ve ever seen. He had golden hair and amber eyes. I remember watching him walk out to the gladiator ring. He never saw me, but I saw him. I watched him skillfully fight his opponent without caring for his own l