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But she understood that this wasn’t his first time doing it. At thirty years of age, Lorenzo De Angelis was a totally unrepentant womanizer. She also knew that for sure. Men with money and power knew how to get willing women. Lorenzo was a real chick magnet, and he knew it, rough edges, arrogance, and all. And this unexpected free trip to Italy in a private jet, five-star luxury all the way. It might be a dream if it wasn’t for De Angelis breathing down her neck. But even with him around it ought to be more fun than polishing endless floors.

‘Feisty, I like that’ He grabbed her neck and pinned her to the wall squeezing tightly until she was gasping for air and going limp against him, pulling her forward so his friend could get behind her and hold her arms he calmly unzipped his pants and dragged out his cock ‘Time for a little fun’ They pushed her dress up to her waist tearing off her flimsy lace panties and bending her forward pressing greedily against her sex just as Nikita and two of the bouncers strode towards them, ‘Let the girl go’ He ordered quietly and the man holding her turned to look at him, ‘Do you know who I am?’ He sneered, ‘The Italian Don's eldest son Francesco now as I said let the girl go’ Nikita kept his voi

But he still manages to act like that in front of me. "Wouldn't you hate it if another man touched me? What if I tell you that someone has already marked me as his own woman? I hate that you are touching women..." Men like him are only after three things in a woman: her body, the pleasure they can feel while playing with a woman, and finally nothing but pleasure. That's why I loathed playboys. I hate them to the extreme of madness! They are the worst!

Taking a deep breath, I walked out of my room again and grinned when Cole choked on the chip he had been gnawing on. “Sweet sweet Mother of good things,” He spluttered. “Well, well,” Frederick muttered, rising to his feet. “Looks like we’ve found the one.” “You had that all along and chose the darned yellow dress first?” Cole said, shaking his head. “Always full of surprises aren’t you?” I chuckled at his question and flipped my hair. Here I come, Mr. Moretti. **** It was quite funny how the world adored men like Luciano. Funny because men like him tend to portray themselves as angels in public but underneath their pretty faces, they were devils. Dark cruel devils.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

The hotels where he stayed in each city were famous for having him as a man looking for parties, parties, intimate encounters with fans, in addition to famous people with a certain confidence in finding women who agreed to have a date a day, in addition to being dedicate themselves to having meetings with Sugar Babies and conventional prostitutes, among these properties and hotels, in which they traded some rents with a wealthy businessman and owner of a pizzeria chain in the city. As much as he was excited and committed to being in a steady relationship with a longtime girlfriend and model, he had a dark web of pleasure and lies that he used to conquer other women. Going by like this, havin

He raised an eyebrow, “What are you doing here?” Vittorio’s gaze instantly turned glacial. He recognized Dante Falzone. He was Gilbert Cross's closest friend, the only son of the Falzone. In addition to that, Dante was notorious as a playboy. He was wild, arrogant, and unrestrained. “What the hell are you doing?” Vittorio raised his voice. “Answer me.” Dante let out a low chuckle, casually draping his arm over my shoulder. “Can’t you see it? We’re kissing.”

"He's a very charming man. A billionaire, I think. I don't know for sure but his shipping company is super successful... as is he." So, he's trouble. I guessed as much but now I have confirmation. Whatever he has stirring in my loins I need to shut that shit down. I can't throw caution to the wind with a known playboy, a charmer who will offer me the world and give me nothing. I have to be smarter than that. Even if the gorgeous Italian sunshine is making me feel a little wild. "Don't you worry, no one will charm me. You know what I'm like. I don't think I even noticed this guy anyway, so..."

Thirty-One Florence was astonished to hear those words uttered by Chaos. The term “playboy” was completely unexpected, and she could not believe that she had heard it from his lips. He was a man with an amazing background, work ethic and really respectable background, but she had absolutely no idea that this man, standing right in front of her as he was leaning his butt against his expensive and massive desk. He bravely told her and confessed to her that he was a freaking playboy.

I am well trained not to cower or succumb to fear and I will bow for no Alph- well dominant alpha to be exact but whatever. I followed his hand motion to sit on a smaller black leathered chair that feels too soft compared to the visuals of the chair but that is the least of my problems right now. I can’t help but imagine how the fuck he gets to be so composed at his age. If I am not wrong, this should be Damiel voldov, the well-known business tycoon that went from being a mafia heir to the most eligible business owner in Italy with the help of his younger brothers, mostly known as the world eligible bachelors and deadliest men to have ever existed, and in other countries. Because the name ou