Novel & Cerita Empire Of Lust Rina Kent

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

This incest rumour is a myth born out of the fact that Anton de Gaston did not want to officially marry his daughters on planets and colonies of the galactic alliance to aristocrats or their vassals who could dilute his legacy or acquire power as well. On the contrary, he allowed several of them to forge illegitimate unions, but quasi-officials and their lovers could even be court officials, like A Gilberto who lived for two years with Berta and with whom he had two children, even Anton de Gaston ins, who also did marry” in his galactic empire of Tacrisus, with only his daughter.

STEFAN I sat deep in the leather armchair of my penthouse suite, scotch in hand, shirt half unbuttoned, the city lights bleeding into the room. The air smelled of wealth, lust, and bad decisions. Then the door open and Vicky strolled in Wearing lingerie that barely qualified as clothing. Black lace hugged her curves like sin itself, her heels clicked on the marble floor. “Your penthouse now, huh?” she said, tossing her purse on the bed with a smirk. “Guess I’ve been demoted, no more mansion sex for the side chick. Perks of dating a married man.”

He radiated a dark, completely suffocating power that instantly commanded the attention of every single person in the room. But he wasn't alone. Clinging tightly to his left arm was Victoria Kensington. Hazel’s blood turned entirely to ice. Her fingers went completely numb around the stem of her crystal glass. Victoria was a towering, statuesque telecom heiress. She was a regular fixture in the financial tabloids, born completely into old money and corporate royalty. She was wearing a stunning, skin-tight silver gown that shimmered under the chandeliers. Her sleek blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and a massive, blinding diamond necklace rested against her chest.

“I want that for you. Not just duty, Isabella. Love. Don’t settle for less.” I nod. The memory of Dante’s gaze and the prenup flashes again. My jaw tightens. Love is dangerous. It ruins people. And that's why.... I am here, walking into something different. A cheerful voice interrupts the quiet tension. “You ready, Bella?” Gianna peeks around the doorway, holding my train and grinning. Her energy is bright, a small, grounding force in the room. “You look… wow. Absolutely terrifying in that dress.” I manage a weak smile. “Thanks, Gianna. Just what I needed.”

She finally chuckles. "You've got nerves munchie." she took a gulp of her wine and rake her eyes down my body, trying to hide the anger. "Gary has fucked you real hard that's the reason why huh." I roll my eyes and scoff. "Yeah, atleast I'm not begging for sex like your lame pussy does." I interpolate. I won't let her go so easily without giving her a piece of my mind. She nods. "Nah, you can have your prince in shining armor all to yourself. I don't need him." She sits on a stool beside me and face the hall.

Except for her cold face and unusually jet-black hair, she was quite beautiful, a beauty as wild and special as her eyes. Noticing that the postman kept staring at her with unseemly eyes, Anthea grabbed the stack of letters she had just gathered in her hand and smacked him in the chest, making Ben jump and fall to the ground. Again. He was about to scream about this foreign girl's rude behavior, when a soft voice came from his ear, making his throat dry.: “Your lapis lazuli eyes are beautiful, but… closed forever is more beautiful”

He must have regretted not giving in to the idea of patching up the conflict between his family and Laude at the time an insider from the other camp told him that the rising rebel leader was bound to rule the whole of Androva. Before he could ask to whom among the Jungle Greens around should he speak, a lady figure came into the picture on cue. She’s dressed to kill and carrying what obviously looked like a samurai sword. Baltazar knew who she was. “What’s this about? This is trespassing!” he exclaimed. “How do you call devirginizing a minor, “tresspussing”?” the woman readily asked, emotionless. “I did not rape you. You know that. That was consensual.”

Gasps, gapes, swear words—in that order came from them. Since I'd blown up my cover, I could openly search around for Rina. Soon, an evil scowl sat on my face. The gesture, not caused by her dimpled smile nor the way her eyes squinted as a result. I didn't frown because her curls were damn too…nice looking. But I did because she was in the midst of some fucking wretched dudes whose dicks were senseless. Anything with a pussy tickled them. One of them was particularly close to her. I could see the look in his eyes. The lust burning in him. And the fucking bitch that called herself Rina led him on. She let him feel that cheap bracelet around her wrist.