Hetalia Spain X Romano Novels & Stories

“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.

“What are you teaching my wife?” A male voice booms out even as the door opens, another tall man coming into the room, obviously a Romano by the dark hair, the broad shoulders, the confident stride. He glances around the room but moves immediately to Giana, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his mouth hungrily to hers.

Then Romano turned toward her, offering a small, apologetic smile as he extended a hand. "I’m Romano, Katrina’s cousin. Not by blood—her mom married my uncle, but we grew up close. She was always the bossy one." Romano was the typical Italian guy with the accent, the hair cut, frizzy hair falling over his forehead, thick brows and a beautifully cut face. He had soft eyes she wasn't sure what colour they were under the light, contrasting against Katrina’s mischievious ones. His smile tugged wider, but didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You must be Ella. The infamous wife." Ella shook his hand gently, offering a small nod. "That’s me. The... infamy."

We can. Rome smiled at her, not saying a word for a while. It was as if he was calming himself down. It took him a full six seconds of just smiling and flashing his dimples at her before he lovingly said. "Romano III is here." "You got to be kidding me..." "Your body felt different." Rome's hand glided down from her breast to her tummy. Then, still smiling, his eyes softened, as if he had confirmed something just by feeling her. "He's here."

Chapter 221 ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile. As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.

I can see gratitude in their eyes. "Relax... you all are safe now... you don't need to worry about anything." I said and Romano came to me. "He is Arcangelo Romano... my... husband... he is the one who made sure you all are back here safely" I said and they all bowed down to him as well. Romano looked at me and then I realised that all of his man are watching all this and others have joined as well.

] Ricardo knew from the tone of his number two’s voice he was not going to like what Romero had to say, ‘Cos'è?’ [What is it?] He said eyeing him warily and he was not surprised when Romero would not meet his eyes, ‘Sputalo, amico.’ [Spit it out man.] He demanded, standing with his hands in his pockets, ‘È Alcina.’ [It’s Alcina.] Ricardo’s heart sank, ‘Continua.’ [Go on.] Romero sighed heavily and then said quickly,

I really need to find Belvedere already. "Well then," Romano folds his hand and step forward, this mischievous, never-to-be-trusted smile on his face, "I want to talk to my mate and tell her Weylin isn't my girlfriend or anything but just one stubborn bitch on the call girls list which I already burnt. I want to apologize for what you just saw now and tell you it'll never happen again. And about your date with Rex, I don't mind you going out with the fake guy but the thoughts of you going out while your panties is in my hold. I didn't mean to say that publicly but you can't go butts-naked and Rex, I don't think going out with my girl regards to loyalty or respect from you." Although he looks

"Romeo!" Marco snapped at the blonde man in front of him. The man he had known for decades and was a friend. Marco and Romeo had an internship together when both of them graduated from college, Romeo was more fortunate than him ... because, at the internship, he met his mate and was immediately 'mated.' Since then, Romeo has been an Alpha in his father's pack.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"