Italian Short Stories Novels & Stories

Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia A****N KINDLE luna indomable spanish version Individual stories (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Luna Indomable - Fearless Luna Bilingual Author Proudly Latina Lara Soultaker

Power tastes better when it’s earned. And Luca Moretti had been starving all day. He sat behind his office desk, long fingers wrapped around a crystal glass of still water, though what he wanted was something stronger. Something to burn. Instead, he burned slowly with control. Because across the floor, just barely in view, Jamie Ellis sat at his desk, pretending like nothing happened. Like Luca hadn’t backed him into a wall. Like Luca hadn’t whispered promises that would make most men drop to their knees.

And so help me God, even if we went from night till morning, I don't think I'd get enough of how crazily good he was in bed. He knows how to fuck a woman. I was snapped back by Layla's smack on my back. "What are you cooking for us today, by the way?" she asked, peeking into the pot of sauce I was making. "Pita bread and meat sauce." "Hmm... it smells nice. Let me go freshen up, then." I slapped her ass as she walked away. "Lazy ass." She stopped by the door and glared at me. "Why do I need to stress myself with cooking when I have you and my Dad to do the work?"

How could it not be. I got a new job with higher pay in Italy and I've been taking weekly Italian lessons with Adrianna. I’ve started to improve and I can even hold a conversation in Italian now. The job I got is still as a graphic designer because I really love the job but now I just work in Italy, I wanted to work at Luciano's company but we agreed that dating the boss wasn't exactly the most Ideal situation for us. It’s gonna become far too complicated and I know I know when aren’t we complicated?

PUSSY PAYMENT: I BOUGHT SILENCE WITH MY CUM Chapter 1 Roman POV I hung around the circulation desk longer than I should have, watching the last few students pack up their stuff and head out the doors. My backpack was slung over one shoulder, and I pretended to be scrolling through a book on my phone to buy some time. Miss Felicia was right there behind the desk, standing tall with her usual straight posture, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed something into the computer.

KATYA. The restroom tiles were cold against my back as I leaned against the wall, phone clutched tight in my hand. My thumb hovered over the photo I’d saved—his photo. Cerci Lucanto. The mafia lord they claimed was a killer, a criminal, a monster but staring at his face, I couldn’t believe any of it. His eyes were too calm. He wasn’t like the others rotting behind those prison walls. No—he was above them.

He knows I was daydreaming, he might not know that the context of my fantasy is of the sexy blonde he fucked in public but he knows. “I missed all the details…sir" I say with my head up and back straight. Pleased, he nods his head at me and turns to his right hand man. “She's lucky she's smart, if not…” he says with a belittling sneer thrown my way. Fucking asshole. But again, my body is such a betrayed, instead of being pissed off at him, my wet cunt tighten to his voice. His deliciously smooth voice and his Italian accent has a way of making my hole wetter than all my sex toys and erotic magazines combined.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

she asked, spun once. “Beautiful,” I said, took her arm, and led her to the car. The driver took us to the old Italian place on the hill with views of the city lights twinkling below. We sat in the private room with candles on the table and soft music playing while the waiter brought wine and appetizers first. We talked about old times while we ate with her remembering the summer we spent in Sicily at her father’s house and me laughing at the story of us sneaking wine as teens. “Remember when you fell in the pool trying to impress me?” she said laughing.

“You’re my boss… this is so wrong… but I’m so fucking wet for you.” Lucian stood up suddenly, spun me around, and lifted one of my legs around his waist. He freed his thick, hard cock and slammed into me against the glass. “Ahh... yes!” I cried out as he buried every inch deep inside my pussy. He fucked me hard against the window, pounding deep while the entire city stretched out beneath us. My breasts were smashed against the cold glass, nipples hardened from the chill and the overwhelming pleasure. “Look at the city, Elena,” he growled, choking me lightly as he drove into me. “All those people down there, and here you are... my executive assistant, getting fucked against my penthouse windo