Novel & Cerita Hetalia Spain X Romano

The kitchen light hit his skin, highlighting the ink along his ribs. Mors tua, vita mea. Fitting. Because somehow, every time he got close, my life felt a little shorter. My fingers slid up, threading into his hair, pulling it gently back. His eyes locked on mine. Blue. Dark. Lazy. But beneath that practiced calm, I saw it. A spark. Heat. Barely leashed. “You’re such an asshole, Romano,” I whispered like a wicked little prayer. “A handsome one. The kind that should be displayed in a mafia museum so little girls can learn exactly how to ruin themselves with one look.”

God I love the way he gives me princess treatment They walked side by side towards the entrance of the restaurant, A few people looked our way before mumbling to each other. Angelo tightens his grip around her before walking faster away from the people. "Mr. and Mrs. Romano, welcome to our restaurant, please follow me to your table," A Tall man said with a smile on his lips Aria blushed softly at the name he called but Angelo didn't make any signs to correct him As they walked side by side, Angelo stared blankly at everyone or threw them glares when they looked their way, He looked like an Alpha.

I whispered. His hand moved from my neck down to my waist, firm and certain. He pulled me against him slowly deliberately like he was testing the line between control and surrender. My heart pounded against my ribs. I could feel his heartbeat too strong and fast. For a man who claimed control over everything his body betrayed him. "You are playing with fire " he murmured. "I am not afraid of fire " I replied. His lips finally brushed mine. It was not gentle, not soft. It was slow and filled with everything neither of us had said. The fear, the anger, the relief that I was safe, the need to feel something after standing so close to danger.

My face is burning hot, lit to a mortified fire as Sebastian and Alejandro start loudly stumbling over their own words. When I see Paul, I swear to God... "Gentlemen, settle down!" Romo says to them. "There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed or defensive about. Embrace your sexuality; you two are a beautiful couple and I want to see your relationship flourish!" "Oigan a este," Alejandro laughs into his hands. "Listen," Sebastian says to Romo. "Alejandro and I are not gay!" Romo puckers his lips, "Hm. Are you sure?"

Lucien swung his head to glare at the older man but Schwartz stepped in smoothly: 'That's Delano’s wife,' he said blandly. Mateo Ramos, the Spaniard arms dealer who was also with them, sucked the air through his teeth in a vulgar manner and gave a low whistle. He was a large swarthy man with a protruding stomach and a reputation for hurting the women he took to bed. Now his eyes were gleaming with lust as they drank in the sight of the nubile young woman in the shorts and the T-shirt that stretched tightly across her breasts, coming down the stairs slowly, her long black hair falling in a heavy sheath behind her. 'So he hides the sweetest cheery and keeps her to himself, eh?' He growled in a

he replied as I laughed. "Your majesty," one of the alpha's called his attention. "Did you hear us?" They asked. "Honestly no," Roman said. "But this is what you should do, you will write the summary of it and I will go through it," he explained. "Yes your majesty," they stated. "Ok, you may go," he instructed. "Now we are alone," he said with excitement. "You are something else," she mumbled. "Just tell me what you want me to be and I will be so for you," he says, kissing me..

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Like he could see straight through the disguise to the terrified girl underneath, like he had been waiting his entire life for this exact moment. "Giselle." Julio's voice snapped me back. "This is Don Alessandro Romano. Your fiancé." Alessandro stepped forward. He was close enough now that I could smell him, Sandalwood and something darker, yet manly, Something that made my hindbrain scream danger.

Within seconds, he was crawling, and dragging himself forward until he could wrap his arms around my left leg like a child clinging to its mother, nuzzling his cheek against my calf. “Perdonami, mia signora (forgive me, my lady),” he gasped between kisses pressed to my skin. “Forgive me, but I cannot lie to you. Don Romano is blind, blind to such beauty.” I smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with a dangerous slowness. “He’s not blind, Deci. I saw the way he looked at me that first night. His eyes devoured me. He wanted me so badly he could barely speak. He just won’t admit it.”

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.