Exploits Of A Young Don Juan Reviews Novels & Stories

The bathroom door creaked, Kiara heard footsteps walking towards the kitchen, and then her eyes fell across him. Her mouth dropped. He was freshly shaved, bathed, and had her white towel tied around his waist. He was 6ft tall, had green eyes, and had dirty blonde hair. He smirked. "You're awake?" "Who the hell are you?" Kiara asked, her hands flew to cover her naked body. "There's no need to be scared. I am Don Julio." He said. "I am not a criminal they claimed I am. I was framed for a murder that I never committed."

he said slowly, “I’d be careful. This person is not just playing anymore. He’s hunting now. And when he picks a target—he doesn’t miss.” Juan’s voice dropped lower, almost a growl. “Neither do I.” Dominic opened the door but didn’t walk through right away. He looked back one last time, his face cool again. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he said. “Love has a way of making strong men stupid.” Juan didn’t blink. “And pride and greed, taking what doesn't belong to you has a way of getting men like you killed.” Dominic let out a soft sound, half a laugh, half something else. “Still the same old Juan,” he said. “I almost missed you.”

"When I'm 28, you'll be 34..." He frowned at me even more. "When I'm 34 I'll make sure we have two kids." I laughed at his joke. The hell who said clowns are the funniest creatures? This guy beside me can make you laugh your ass off by just throwing a joke without even trying. The whole time of the flight we were joking - more like I was teasing him. He did nothing but insult me. "Sir, miss... We're here." Only then I was quiet. In the distance, you can see the fancy entrance of La Vaignia Hotel, where two security guards are standing guard, although they are formal and muscular.

I shout and hear his slight chuckle. “Good, I’ve been thinking of this all week,” his words end, and I feel the dress tear from my body. Oh god, I didn't have underwear on. I go to move, and he unfastens my arms from my waist, pulling them up, I feel them tie to the bed post. Am I really doing this? This is a guy who runs the mafia. He grabs my hips and pulls me up slightly so I'm kneeling in front of him. He's the Don. He kills people, and I am messed up for wanting to do this. I don't belong in this life, not even as a fun kidnapped scenario.

“I think you’re smart enough to know when the building’s on fire. And strong enough to walk out before it burns.” I had dismissed it then as arrogance. But now? I knew better. No wonder Wilbet had practically thrown himself at the opportunity to attend their dinner. That night, Wilbet had made a fool of himself—too much wine, too many boasts, and that ridiculous story about the charity gala we had attended. Earlier I’d been mortified, ashamed even. But now I saw it differently. He hadn’t been showing off. He’d been auditioning. Throwing glitter over a corpse.

He turned visibly pale, and cold sweat rolled down his temple. "You… You're Don Rossi Antonio of Sicily. That… That's not possible!" Blake shouted, his voice filled with disbelief and despair. "Helena is just a nobody. How could she be your daughter?" My father ignored him and turned to me, his tone gentle. "Principessa, how do you wish to deal with them?" I walked toward Victoria, slowly but surely. The pain made each step heavy, but the rage inside me kept me moving. I grabbed her carefully styled hair and forced her to lift her head.

Alessandro said quietly, eyes fixed ahead, “and they tell you they will unleash hell’s gate… just know it’s the end of the road. You’re never coming back alive. It kept my father’s workers on pins and needles. No one dared to steal from him. It’s a place of torture and death.” Silence pressed in around them. Dante felt something cold settle under his ribs. Not fear exactly — but the weight of understanding. This wasn’t bravado. It wasn’t exaggeration. It was infrastructure. ‘’Tell me about it. Tell me what you saw and what you did. Tell me everything.’’ Dante requested. A long pause, then he went on. “I was only sixteen. Not even an adult yet.” He shifted uneasily but continued. “It was a Su

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

"You are twenty-one years old. You deserve to live a little. You cannot spend your entire youth hiding in a locked house." "She says my father's past is dangerous," Vittoria murmured, watching the suburban houses yield to the city lights. "But she never tells me what he did. She just says he made bad choices." "Parents always hide things to protect us," Hannah said, turning a corner. "But tonight, we do not think about our parents. We think about fun. Are you ready girl?" "I think so," Vittoria said, swallowing hard. "I just want to feel normal for one night. I want to see what everyone else is doing."

The lieutenants stripped off their jackets and shirts while the Don sat in a big leather chair in the corner like he was about to watch a show. “On the bed,” he ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open. Show my men the cunt I just bought.” I climbed onto the bed, heart racing so fast I thought it might explode. I lay back on the cool silk and slowly pulled my knees up and apart until my shaved pussy was completely exposed to all of them. I was so wet it was embarrassing — shiny strings of arousal stretched between my lips. The Don nodded. “Good girl. Now beg.” I swallowed hard, face burning. “Please… fuck me.”