Great Seducer 소설 & 이야기

Grandpa told us to go to the side of the stage because we will start later. "Are you ready now?" Samuel asked me. I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. "I'm born ready, Love." I said smiling so he smiled too. I saw grandpa go upstairs and speak. "Good evening to everyone here. Today is the day everyone has been waiting for. To meet my only granddaughter. The next one to be the Mafia Queen," he said making everyone cheer. "I will introduce you to my granddaughter. Arianna Velasco, the new Mafia Queen. Along with her husband Samuel Hemsworth is our new Mafia King.” added grandpa.

Now that Oliver had left, and I was in my office alone, I couldn’t help the trail of thoughts that filled my mind. If he hadn’t knocked, I would have very well been kissing Alexander Christos. And my, my, what a kiss it would have been. My Greek billionaire. Yikes! He wasn’t mine. But he had brushed those soft lips of his against mine, ever so lightly. In fact, as my fingers reached for my lips, I couldn’t help but feel as if his lips were still brushing against mine. His cologne….so…male. My nipples tightened, rubbing against the lace of my bra. The sensation shot arousal downwards, straight to my center. And I gasped at the sudden feel of heat as it popped between my thigh.

He gave me a small nod, and I headed towards one of the chairs, gently sitting down. I was scrolling through my phone when the elevator dinged again, and Fred walked in, adjusting his coal black suit. I didn't know how the Spencer brothers managed to keep fit. Their grey hair was the only thing that gave them away. “My apologies, darling.” He was already saying. “You're thirty minutes late.” I said, not smiling this time. “I know,” he said calmly. “I was held up in a meeting.” He sat down anyway, gesturing for the waiter to serve the wine. The wine was being poured into the glasses, and I quickly brought the cold liquid to my lips, taking a sip. The sweet liquid coated my tongue, and I felt

God. “Leave me alone!” His grip on my arm was so tight, it hurt. “No!” He refused, “Not until you listen to my explanation.” “Fuck you and your fucking explanation, you fucking piece of shit!” He ignored my outburst, going on to spew out whatever lie he must’ve conjured up in a bid to deceive me into overlooking the fact that I just caught him cheating on me with my sister. “Babe, what you saw, that thing with Summer- it’s not a big deal.”

Nermine said stopping me from moving, I frowned and raised an eyebrow at the woman who pat the bench beside her wanting me to sit down. “What you’ll do is simple” she said slowly, I sat down and raised an eyebrow at her, crossing my arms over my chest. Looking at the woman as if she’s grown a second head “my husband has a nephew, and his grandfather wants him to get married…” “Pardon?” “You’ll get him to love you, and you too will get married…” “You have clearly gone mad”

I hugged his neck because my body is not used to this, he bends my knee and crosses it on his hips and I finally feel something at my entrance, every time he moves, sh*t is like heaven. "Ahhh" I mumbled as he kissed me on the lips and there he slowly entered his big thing on my entrance so I was about to scream because it still hurt when he covered my mouth with his hand. "don't shout" he just moves slowly you know the one even after he entered he still seduces you, he bends and starts licking my nip. "ahh" I muttered softly because I just found out that it was so delicious, he was great at grinding even though we had just started.

She giggled. “I won’t,” he said while laying her softly on the couch and adjusting his weight on one side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath him. “You drive me crazy,” he declared before capturing her lips in the sexiest salsa dance she’s ever performed. It was as if their tongues and lips knew the dance of passion as they moved in harmony to music only lovers hear. The seduction made every nerve ending in her body come to life, wanting to get stroked. And Owen knew when and where to touch to make her moan as if in a song.

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

I say. “I changed it the night I sat across from you in that hotel bar,” he says. “You were not what Divine described. You were not careless, greedy, or calculating. You were a woman in a bad marriage who found something real and was trying to hold it together with both hands.” Another pause. “And the estate fraud was sitting right there. Fourteen million. The same mechanism Michael used to destroy my father’s investment applied to his own brother.” “So you flipped it,” I say.

My heart feels at ease and I just wish he will stand up and claim me but the God knows the best. An old weird man had stands from his seat and walked towards us with a dark grin formed on his forehead. One thing was sure about this man. Judging from my observation, he will be a filthy rich man who might be ruthless and shameless. He walked up to the stage, he walked on from the other girls down to me, his hands were grabbing, slapping and smooching their breast. I crossed my eyes at Cardi, instead of her to give a frow, she was smiling like a whore.