Italian Mistress Novels & Stories

They kept their heads bowed respectfully, but I felt their curious eyes on me, heavy with judgment. Alessandro stopped in the center of the marble floor. His voice rang out clearly through the vast space, cold and impersonal. “This is Adriana,” he announced flatly. “She will be staying here as my mistress. Treat her accordingly. Nothing more.” A few heads lifted slightly. I felt the weight of their stares. The mix of curiosity, pity, and clear disapproval burned across my face. Heat flooded my cheeks. He had not even used my last name. Just “my mistress,” as if I were a new toy he had brought home for his entertainment. The humiliation sank deep into my bones, settling there like poison.

] Maria felt a shiver of lust go through her, they had dabbled a little with BDSM, and she enjoyed being spanked by him, but she sensed this was going to take it a lot further and she found she wanted it, panting with need she whimpered, ‘Per favore, per favore lasciami venire, Maestro, per favore ho bisogno di venire, ti prego Maestro.’ [Please, please let me come, Master, please I need to come, I beg you Master.] She begged him desperately and he looked into her eyes gleaming with his power over her, ‘Brava ragazza, come mi hai fatto piacere, ti permetterò di venire.’ [Good girl, as you have pleased me I will allow you to come.]

She tried touching me but I backed away. She scoffed and got off the table, adjusting her dress. “Call me when you get back to your senses.” She stormed off after that. I ran my palm across my face. Valeria I entered my room and shut my door behind me as I stood there, my heart beating so hard I thought it would explode. I was still earlier about the way Massimo spoke to me and now this? He jerked me into this mafia family and now a mistress? So she is Penny? Really? Even if I'm not his wife, can't he show me some respect? Why would he bring his mistress here and fuck her under my nose?

“My bad, how can I not know that you are being accompanied by a beautiful woman, Gustav.” “Her name is Italia.” Gustav introduced her to Monica.. “And Italia, this is Monica—” “—a friend.” Monica leaned down, and fretted Italia just like what women in alta-society do it. Only that, she has another purpose, and whisper. “—but I can say that it is more than the friendship you think, young lady.” This lady! Italia’s blood was boiling with anger. It was ironic how she can still sit there and calmly pretended as if everything was okay, when it is not already.

Every time he recalled the bits and pieces he had spent with Jane, he would feel as if there was a bloody cut on his heart. “The spaghetti with olives, capers and lemon is their lady boss’ private dish. It’s very expensive, so very few people would have that. However, did you know?” asked the owner mysteriously. Garrett was immediately interested. “Do you know what gossip is? Tell us and let us take it as a pass time.” “I heard that the woman is nothing good.” The owner said. Alex was speechless. “That lady boss used to be a call girl. In the end, the landlord’s wife came looking for her, and it seemed like that woman even argued with somebody. A mistress to one of the gang leaders in the no

If Daniel was the cancer, Avalain was the parasite—the one who had fed on the rot, whispered in the ears of the powerful, and tried to plant her own flag in the ruins of my family. Sophie stepped forward, opening a leather folder that contained the death warrants of Avalain’s social existence. “Avalain ‘Maya’ Rossi,” Sophie began, her voice devoid of emotion. “Or should I say, Maria Santos? We’ve spent the last forty-eight hours tracing the pedigree of your ‘Italian lineage.’ It turns out your accent is as manufactured as your pregnancy. You entered this country on a work visa that expired three years ago—a visa sponsored by a shell company owned by Daniel Blackwood. A company that, as of si

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

He startled her with a cold voice, "Uncover them and watch me." She gulped and did as he ordered, feeling shameful when she wasn't the one going naked. The Mistress was clad in nothing but lace panties and a handless brassiere right before her eyes. "What is the point of being a Mistress if you are treated like this? "I wonder how he will treat me as a slave—I can not handle the humiliation of being observed by someone or people," she said, clenching her fist. With a tug, he turned the Mistress so that her palms were facing the wall. After grabbing her underwear and firmly adjusting it to the side, he gave Elena a scathing glare that made her shudder.

he stated, causing her to lift her gaze and look at him. "But this isn't a real marriage. You married me because of your... your lust," she said, rendering him silent. "I don't care why the hell I married you. I only care about our marriage. Yes, you are my mistress in the bedroom, in this penthouse, but to the world, you are my wife, and I will show you to the world," he said, and her heart clenched painfully, realizing that she meant nothing more than a mistress—a stress reliever.

She mustered up the courage to open it up, seeing her text. From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight. Her jaw dropped on the floor as soon as she scrolled down the contents. There was a woman in front of her, and he’s tucking her hair behind her ear. It was a little blurry, but Sam can recognize who that woman was. Tilting her head to one side, she couldn’t help but to feel enraged. It’s similar to a volcano awoken for a thousand times over. The lava will came out as the final piece of information showed up in front of her eyes.