Hetalia Spain X Romano Novels & Stories

I bent my face down to avoid him. 'This way, please,' Carlos called out. I sighed with relief after they all left, I eyed her. 'What?' She asked innocently. 'You were giving him a look,' 'Whaaaaat, you know I'm a sucker for guys like him,' she said sheepishly as she made her way to the kitchen. 'His name is Dominic Renaldo, most powerful young man in Spain.' I said lowly.

“What’s this? Luca Moretti, big bad wolf of the Spanish Mafia cares about someone? Are you perhaps, sprouting an emotional disturbance for your little pet? I was so certain she didn't mean anything to you…” He sighs, feigning disappointment. He goaded me and I fell for it. I fell for it even though I knew the sort of man he was. I let him see right through me. I'd let my mask crack, that was enough to see through for the likes of Romano. “But this… this is a pleasant surprise. Now I really want her. But don't worry, I'll make you watch every fucking details of how I fuck her, then I'll let my boys have their way with her.”

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

"I have a lot of women swooning over me who would die for me!" I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Oh, I see, you are just another Deangelo, aren’t you?" Romano scoffed. "I'm nothing like that narcissistic prick who thinks he is better than everyone just because he's the son of the Spanish king who doesn’t want him. You, señorita, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I would be a fool if I let you go." He seized my hand, peppering it with wet, messy kisses. I felt a strange tingling sensation and quickly pulled my hand away.

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

She sounded so down and maybe I would be having some background checks on Domenico to see if he’ll be capable of having any bad intentions towards me. I exhaled and just then, I turned to see the door opened and Rome entered. It was a very emotional moment for me. Her eyes were glued to mine. I felt the teardrop clouding my eyes and I gave a wry smile. My hands were now fixed in my pocket as I turned to Rome. “Come on, let’s head out.” ********* Spain-Madrid.

“Fuck... you're so tight, Lana.” Once he was fully buried inside her, Alana placed both hands on his chest for balance and began to ride him. Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, soft moans spilling from her lips with every movement. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, drawing Roman's hungry gaze. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, gripping her tightly as she rode him. Suddenly, Alana asked breathlessly, “Tell me about your trip... how was Rome?” Roman's eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts. “Shitty,” he muttered. “I never want to go back there.”

He was completely, fully aroused. "I spent the entire day trying to wash your taste out of my mouth," Kael hissed, his voice raw and shaking with anger as he hovered over me. "I stood next to Lady Selene, the most beautiful she-wolf in the kingdom, the woman who will secure my throne... and all my beast could think about was the pathetic male runt locked in my bedroom." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his glowing eyes. "I hate what you do to me, Elian," he whispered brutally.

Imogen interrupted, shocked by her mention of Spain, "Perché la Spagna? ( Why Spain? )" Madam Marino said as a thought crossed her mind and tried to emotionally blackmail these three insolent kids, "Huh ... ho una nuova istruzione di lavoro per il ragazzino monello della mafia spagnola. Ed essere una domestica non è quello che ..... ( Huh.. I got a new work instruction for the brat kid of the Spanish Mafia. And being a maid isn't that what.....)"

“It seems that I've fallen for you Romano, maybe I already did long ago… You're the one who took my heart away from Sergio. And now you're mine.” Romano grinned at that before he kissed Irish on the lips. This is what makes Romano happy, being with Ireland. She knows exactly how to make him feel good. And she does it beautifully every single night. Romano woke up feeling someone was stroking his hair. He slowly opened his eyes and saw an amused Irish. “Good morning sleepyhead.” She giggled. “How did you sleep?” Romano smiled at her before answering her question. “Like I've died, but better.” He answered.