Fingiendo Amor Novels & Stories

He squirmed and wriggled beneath me, occasionally whispering, “Dios mio.” “Are you all right, sweetheart?” I asked. “More than all right,” he said. I sucked on my index finger for a moment, then inserted it into his ass. He gulped, but his sphincter opened to welcome me, and I pushed forward, trying to reach his prostate. I knew that if I could get it stimulated I’d have him panting for more. I worked his ass with first one, then two fingers, opening him up, until he was squirming with desire. “Please, mi amor,” he said. “Fuck me now.”

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

If I were truly his girlfriend, would it be right to say such things while I was sitting here? It was clear that she was deliberately crossing the line. Without missing a beat, Armando smiled—the kind one would use when trying to work someone over. He was pretending to be charming but it was all bullshit. “She’s my fiancée,” he said smoothly, his voice calm and deliberate. “So, I think you already know what that means.”

“Amore, I-I love you! I love you!” “I don't know which of your two selves loves me! Eldifonso Suarez is not that person because he showed me far from what I know love is! And not Eli Madrigal because he cheated on me! Now, you just showed me what kind of man you are, Eldifonso!” “T-There's no Eldifonso Suarez, Amore! Please, listen,” he begged me.

Seduce the son, befriend the daughter, lie to everyone, and act like it's all okay. Lie, smile, pretend, again and again, until I can’t tell what’s real anymore. All for him. But now it was just too much. Too fucking much. Every night when Elario fucks me, I close my eyes and pretend he's Stefano, hoping I never accidentally call out his name someday. That would be a complete disaster. And Stefano... he doesn’t even look at me anymore, not really, not like he used to. His eyes now follow her.

"Act like understanding me is something you're entitled to." His jaw tightened. "I'm not acting like anything." "You sent me a message designed to get inside my head and now you're standing here acting like that's honesty. It's not honesty. It's strategy." "Everything is strategy with you," he said, and the flatness in his voice had acquired an edge now, something genuine and sharp. "Someone does something that isn't purely calculated and you immediately find the angle in it because you can't imagine anyone doing anything that isn't about winning something."