Hetalia Ivan Novelas e Histórias

Caroline smiled politely, catching my eye with an expression that clearly read, Oh, the flirting is aggressive. Ivan continued, leaning slightly closer. “I am Ivan. Vladimir’s right hand. I oversee the logistics and strategy. Perhaps, while you are here, you would allow me to provide you with a tour of the non-threatening parts of the estate? I am excellent company when I am not consolidating power.” Caroline listened patiently, her expression warm but amused.

He rubbed his crotch area and I could see the bulge through his tracksuit pants. I reached out for it and began to massage it through the fabric as he came closer and closer to me. Javier jacked up my legs and held them up together with one hand, elevating me easily with his alpha strength and then he plunged deep into me, downwards. I gasped and would have let out a loud moan but Ivan reacted quickly and covered my mouth with his palm. “Shuuuu!” he said and placed his right index finger to his lips. I nodded as another tear streaked down my cheeks.

Davian drawled, eyes filled with sarcasm as he eyed Ivan as though he was nothing more than the Peck of dust under his shoe. “I don't have the time to go around talking about you. You show people how much of a fool you are the minute you open that mouth of yours. It would do you a lot of good to have the thing sewn damn shut” “You bastard” Ivan shouted, startling me. I thought he was going to storm over to Davian and punch him but he turned stormy eyes to me. “You think because you got yourself a designer bitch, you are better than me?” He hissed.

Not long after Adonis left Ivan ended the sex after the girl cummed two more time and he haven't cummed though, how can he when she is not the angel that he just saw, he pulled out his long dick out of her making her to squirm and shiver feeling empty but satisfied and tired, she hasn't been fucked this good for a long time, not even by her boyfriend. Ivan wore his plain pants and button up long sleeve shirt, his expensive pant look good and his leg muscles was showing fitted, not to straining not to concealed, his his upper shirt button left unbuttoned showing his collarbone and some dripping sweats, his upper muscles flexible as he moves, his muscles are not bulgy but really muscled. He pu

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not like them.” Then he leaned closer, voice darker. “But stand up, or I’ll call ten more to finish what they started.” Lisa’s whole body tensed. She slowly got to her feet, eyes downcast, trembling. She didn’t dare meet his gaze — the rumors about Ivan were legendary. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Cruel. She expected anything… except what came next. Ivan shrugged off his black coat and draped it gently over her shoulders. Then, without a word, he took her by the hand — gently, but firmly.

Dean was about to grab my arm but before he could, Ivan stopped him. "Not you Dean," This only seemed to further anger Dean. "What's with you, Ivan? Aren't you showing a little too much interest in this slut" Dean said, more like... growled. His voice was drenched with hate. "Are you questioning me, Dean," Ivan calmly asked, but there was an undertone that I didn't miss. Dean's face grimaced into a scowl, but he held his tongue. He backed away from me and the other man came forward. Whose name I still had to know.

Then I slowly walked back into my room. Ivan’s leaning against the headboard and had turned the TV on. “Be a love and get me a cup of tea.” “That has to be the most British sentence I’ve ever heard,” I replied, whipping the covers away from him. “And the answer is a big fat no.” I jumped into the bed next to him. The controller hit the ground with a thunk and Ivan’s hands grabbed my waist. He tugged me down the bed until I was flat on my back and leaned over me.

" Ivan asked. Ivan was the second tallest at six foot. Much like William his face and body didn't seem to match. He had a look of a grizzled older man on a fit younger body. His bald head and blue eyes also seemed to contrast with one another, with the former making him seem older, and the latter much younger. His outfit was identical to Yamato's. His arms had parallel tattoos, a black spiral leading up the forearm. "Maybe after this war is over." Peter responded, looking over at Ming.

CHAPTER 18: Mirabella's POV ‘Diavolo.’ That's what Ivan kept calling Giovanni. I knew there was a lot about Giovanni that I didn't know. But for him to be called the Devil, what atrocious things had he done? I don't think I was ready to think about that. Ivan’s men took their places, some lounging, others standing guard, but all eyes were on us—me, Giovanni, Carlos. Ivan himself took a seat on the couch facing Giovanni and I directly. His eyes never left Giovanni, cold and calculating.

, He said and laughed. “Do not call me that! I would skin you alive and feed you to my dogs”, I warned him. Ivan and I have been friends since birth, it all started with my dad and his dad being friends since highschool. “Hehe, oh come on, you love when I call you that!”, He teased. I gave him the dagger eyes and he knows when to stop. Ivan is half Russian and half white, he can be very playful and fun but he can get serious when he wants to.