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He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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That peacock will have nothing to brag about tonight. I think I'm free. I'm free. * The Amalfi Coast has to be the most beautiful place in Italy. I have been to Rome, Milan, Venice and even Sicily but I think I love Amalfi the most. I slept through the drive and having just woken up I'm relieved to be free. Courtney must have stopped supervising Chris at some point and she fell asleep. He's outside leaning against an old metal railing serving as a barricade from the sea.

Asher said as he pulled into an Italian restaurant. It was late in the afternoon and both Asher and Joan were taking a walk around the central park reservoir nearby the metropolitan museum. They were taking in the sight of the setting sun. Asher and Joan spent a large part of the day before coming to the park for luxury sightseeing. At least that's what Asher called it. He had taken Joan to the upper east side of Madison avenue where they browsed the product of New York's most luxurious stores. They visited various luxury stores mostly jewelry and fashion stores, they even bought some of the high-end products on show. They were mostly jewelry and Asher had taken the pain of paying the commis

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

We had embarked on this journey together, ready to immerse ourselves in the charms of Italy and unravel its mysteries. Hand in hand, we walked through the hotel's grand entrance, greeted by the warm hospitality that Italy is renowned for. The journey was just beginning, and I couldn't wait to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the winding streets, bustling piazzas, and ancient landmarks of this captivating country. Italy, with its timeless beauty and alluring allure, had embraced us, inviting us to surrender ourselves to its enchantment. And with hearts full of anticipation, we ventured forth, eager to explore the wonders that awaited us in this land of romance and endless possibilit

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

"Looking all lovey-dovey." "Don't you two have studying to do?" "It's summer." Giulia waved off the suggestion. "And this is much more interesting. Uncle Matteo, the Ghost, all soft and romantic." "We didn't think it was possible," Marco chimed in. "Thought you were made of ice." "I'm going to be made of anger if you don't—" "Matteo." The voice cut through my annoyance like a blade. I turned to find Mrs. Clementine Romano, Vincenzo's mother.

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