Italian Mistress Novels & Stories

I said. “Oh dear….well my fate is almost similar to yours though.” She said. “How??? I don't understand you??” “I was a slave to my previous master until I decided to run away from him one day and met this unfortunate fate yet again.” “Slave??” I asked in confusion. “Well slave is the refined way of putting it…. I was his plaything.” “What???” I asked in shock. “Why are you surprised?? It's a common thing here in Italy.” She asked as she chuckled softly.

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

"Go for it! Doesn't it feel good to throw water onto that bitch's face? The other time, my husband brought his mistress home and I straddled her right away before slapping her again and again. It felt so fucking good!" "It's just unfortunate that the water wasn't hot. She doesn't care about her reputation anyway, so might as well just scald her." "I'm so proud of you, Madam. There's no need to waste any effort trying to talk sense into an immoral wench like her!" "Don't any of you notice that the mistress looks like a beauty guru? It wasn't clear from a far distance, but now that the camera's gotten closer, she looks so much like her!" "It's Lana!"

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

Phoebe tossed back her head as she challenged that contention. “I don’t belong to you and I don’t need to be kept by you or anyone else for that matter. The hours I work, I haven't even got room for a man in my life. I should be furious with you for asking me to be your mistress. But you are Italian so I suppose it’s a cultural thing.” A dark rise of blood now marked Lorenzo's spectacular cheekbones. “I think you want me to chase you…”

he said. “That’s the point,” I muttered. Lights dimmed. A single spotlight hit the stage. And there she was. They dressed her in glittering black lace. Bare legs. Long lashes. Diamond pasties. She walked like a lamb into a slaughterhouse. The room hushed. Every masked head turned. Whistles. Dirty Italian murmurs. “Santa puttana, guarda quelle tette…” “I’d pay a million just to taste her thighs…” One Italian senator murmured, “Che petto…la voglio per me.” What tits… I want her for myself.

"Martin, thank you for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard! I know my abilities aren't quite there yet, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and start from the bottom, slowly improving myself!" But who could have known that her idea of "rolling up her sleeves" literally meant getting into bed with Martin. Soon enough, rumors were flying all over the hospital about their affair. "Martin, thank you so much for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard. I know I'm still lacking in skill, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and work hard. I'll take it slow and build myself up the right way." Turns out, when she said "work hard," she meant working hard in bed with Mar

"Stupido ragazzo." ["Stupid boy."] She whispered to herself still in italian and slapped her forehead in annoyance. "Let me think about that...no! Go away and just leave me alone. I've said it to you in our own language and now you make me say it in english too. Do not try to ruin this for me ok?" "Don't be rude in front of the lovely Gabriella. Gabriella this is my sister Amara Martini." So was Vincent just another brother that she liked better or what? __________________________

Go and go poke around somewhere else, because the hottie here has a mistress and that's me. I noticed Alessandro's eyes moving from her to me. The woman also looked at me mockingly and smiled, gesturing and showing off her body, and said: - And do you really think he's going to leave all this here for a boring little girl like you? - and leaning down to whisper in Alessandro's ear she said: - I'm a hottie and I can take you to paradise, hottie. Don't kill me with desire, come with me, I can do anything you want.

Leonardo Ferrante stormed into my house like a man possessed. The moment he saw Vittoria Greco lying on the floor with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, his expression immediately turned murderous. "Have you lost your mind, Camilla Marino?" I stood where I was, looking up at him. "You barged into my house, pointing and yelling at me for the sake of a cheap mistress who isn't fit to be seen in public. Leonardo, aren't you the one who's lost your mind?"