Italian Playboy Novels & Stories

But what they didn’t know was that he was a playboy, who had almost tasted every girl and every boy in the neighborhood. He believed in one night stands only. Totally fuck and leave with no strings attached. He never turned back after leaving the rooms. Yet the girls would keep drooling and begging him for another night of pleasure. And now, he was bored because he had tasted all flowers in the garden and no one attracted him anymore. "Uhmm Daniel". They all were in thoughts when Daniel heard a rather hesitant mentioning if his name from Wyatt. "Hmmmm"? "Have you heard about umm Jack Charles, he is doing a PHD in Business Management". Wyatt was spinning the bottle lightly between his finger

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

A new club at italy" he replied "Are you seriously joking right now!?, you're going to see a girl at italy like what the fuck is wrong with you?… harry don't forget that we are still dating and you should limit all this shits you do with girls" i signed as i rubbed my forehead "i am going to italy with you" i said "Why?" "I want to speak with Clark," I said as he giggled. "Heard you were asking him back and he fucking turned you down like nothing" harry said as he gave his stupid annoying laugh.

came a rich voice from the other side of the door. The servant opened the door, and I wanted to gasp. This man had no shame, he was balls deep in Tiffany’s pussy and was pounding into her. “Cara mia, swallow my cock whole with that tight pussy of yours.” He groaned as her tits bounced underneath him. Then directed at us he said, “I’ll be with you three in a minute.” All we could do was stand there as this Italian man claimed her pussy right in front of us. I could smell that he was a hybrid, too. The only one of us that stood any kind of chance against him was Zepher.

Who is he? Amato Edward the most handsome boy in college popularly known as playboy. His father is Amato, one of the most richest judges in Italy. He has been trying to hit on aurora one or two times, but the young girl had refused. "His good looking means nothing to me. So arrogant" Bianca hissed. Aurora phone ranged, and she smiled immediately she saw the caller. "Hey babe" His soft voice spoke through the phone, and aurora smiled.

His hair was perfectly groomed, not too long but not too short, his face perfect with that stiff chin; how could I forget that he was one of the sexiest men in Italy, one of the most sought after in Italian society. Although his business was illegal, he also had a legal one. For those very reasons, he went to business parties. The women saw him as attractive, handsome, mature, rich, and powerful. And who would have thought that I would be the lucky one to be his wife, lucky, would say those women who are looking at him right now wanting to undress him and have sex with him, but for me, he was just an unfaithful and lustful man who couldn't keep his penis in his pants.

Then I understood why those men called me Princess the entire time. What they actually meant was Mafia Princess? The heir to take over my father's business. Fvcking hell! That was what Uncle Danny talked about over the voice call. More news made me realize Papá was the modern version of Pablo Escobar, the famous drug dealer. He was known over Italy under the code name 'The Pill Lord' and was the most dangerous mafia man to ever exist there. Many unbelievable things I read about him. They say he was a killer, a rapist, a devil incarnate in the form of a human but I've never known him to be such things.

Dario spoke loudly, gaining the attention of the other four men present in the room. "I had no idea that you had this sort of fantasies, Romeo. We invited you a lot of times, but you always declined us."Marcello said this as he started to make drinks for me. Marcello is a charming but ruthless businessman known for his cutthroat tactics. For a second I didn’t understand what Marcello was saying but then I remembered this circle is all about sex, money, and power.

In one word he is a beauty. Ricardo was every girl's dream guy. His irresistible looks and filthy wealth made him a demi-God both in the country and beyond but unfortunately the all-mighty CEO is a playboy. Ricardo doesn't believe in love since his wretched relationship with his Ex lover ended. He believed love is just a weakness and he doesn't want to look weak before anyone and because of that he f**ks just the way he wants and has little or no patience for anything under the skirt.

That bastard was on our black list already, he just didn't know it yet. And the fact that he wanted this Americano girl so badly, he'd strike a deal with her pathetic family. What a shame. “We are not finished yet, Zayla.” I mumbled, letting my Italian accent slip. Her brows knitted, then her eyes widened with the realization, that I was Italian. The Italian men were dreaded. People said it was the old money that made us ruthless — powerful crime lords with blood-stained legacies. And the scary part? They weren’t wrong.