Italian Mistress Novels & Stories

Mia said firmly. "Mia can you calm down? I know you are mad at me just take your anger on me and let the restaurant be. Why are you so pist? I know that you can afford twenty dresses of this dress on you and that money is not a big deal to you so why are you causing a scene? Or maybe you can't get over the fact that although you are Jansen's Legal wife, he fell for me. You keep calling me a mistress. You are crazed that although I am the mistress and you're the legal wife, Jansen likes me and did not care about you who is his legal wife." Juliet said in a fit of rage.

The experience was intense and frightening, but she was where she wanted to be, her body and soul surrendered to the control of her Mistress. Finally, Eve reached the 25th double-slap. She kept her servant over her lap and spent several minutes caressing the American’s swollen bottom and admiring her red skin. She grabbed her servant’s wrists and rolled her on her back, but then ordered her to get on her stomach. Eve settled next to her, covering her warm “bum” with kisses. She ordered Trish to get on her elbows and knees and position herself so she was spread and lewdly exposed. As her Mistress stimulated her bottom-hole and teased her clitoris, Trish groaned with delight. She experienced t

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

"When you said you wanted to chat with her a lot, I just thought it wouldn't hurt to take her to lunch with us, Mr. Alberto." "Doesn't it bother you, Miss Lee?" Mr. Alberto asked. 'In case you know, I was even having an important discussion with my chef but your annoying partner forced me to come here.' Of course, those words didn't come out of her mouth. Instead, she said, "of course not, Senor Alberto." She turned to the side and looking at him. "I'm having a lot of free time," she said with anger hiding behind her pretty face. The charm of the amber eyes is still unshakable. Those eyes were so alluring and hypnotized anyone who gazed at their beauty.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

The Ndrangheta family was known for their intimidating stares, and Mistress Venita was a master of the craft. "Listen here, you slave, if I call you, you'd better answer immediately!" Mistress Venita screamed, her anger boiling over as she poured her wine onto my face. The liquid stung my eyes, and I winced in pain as I tried to rub them clean. "Ahhh, shit!" I cursed, the pain excruciating.

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

She walked away, deliberately swaying her hips before his face. When she was out of earshot, Fache said, "She likes you." Edmund seemed amused. "Really?" "Yes." The French man seemed convinced. "If you like her too, you both can meet up later. She's one of my girls, helps with serving my guests food and drinks around here, and she's very nice." Edmund wetted his lips without saying a word. Fache adjusted on the bed and narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you married?"

These two were really treating me like a maid. “Here, it's warm water Mrs Hales.” I said as I handed Nicole the glass. Nicole's eyes widened in horror as she took the glass from me. "Ouch!" she gasped, clutching her hand and recoiling. "Alexa, you've burned me!" she accused, her voice filled with pain and anguish. The interviewers looked at each other, unsure of how to react. And then a rush of accusations flew through the air. "She is indeed a mistress?" shouted someone from the audience. "Trying to harm the wife as soon as she finds out she is pregnant, what a heartless woman."

My voice cracked. “Ex-Donna of the Romano Mafia empire… I admit defeat to you, Nikita Salvatore. I admit that I am beneath you… and I am unworthy to even wipe your shoes.” “Louder!” I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. I forced the words out louder, my voice shaking but clear. “I, Alina Moretti, ex-Donna of the Romano Mafia empire… I admit defeat to you, Nikita Salvatore. I admit that I am beneath you… and I am unworthy to even wipe your shoes.”