Itto X Thoma Novels & Stories

Or was it Mr Thomas? “Who is it?” Alessandro asked, and I shrugged. “I don't know but I will answer it.” “Am I on to Catherine Williams?” A male spoke from the other end of the line. “Yes, you are,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. “Who are you?” “Thank goodness, I almost thought I had lost your contact. It's Franco Thomas, Dalton Thomas's son.” He supplied, and the scudding of my heart worsened as heavy tension crept in.

Anything Grace or I need, Thomas has managed to get it. Thomas’s job as a butcher doesn’t pay much. But we don’t need much other than each other. Please be okay, Thomas, I need you. You can’t leave me here without you! “Tobias and I are Dragon shifters,” My eyes widen to the size of mars! Thomas told me all about Dragon shifters and how they are not good people. Thomas was born to a wolf mother and a dragon father. Thomas was classed as a mistake and thrown away as though he meant nothing to no one.

It seemed Xiomar was already busy. Emilio opened the door to the room where Thomas was currently being kept. Thomas Sanders, our deckhand. 35, married with two daughters. Surely, he understood the importance of not selling humans with two daughters? Thomas groaned loudly again as Xiomar punched the back of his head, not hard enough to crack it. I knew the force of my brother's punch, having been on the receiving end time and time again during his manic episodes. He was being tame. X grinned. “Late to the party boys.”

Thomas gasped, not realizing he was speaking out loud. "I don't blame her," panted Ingrid as she stared in amazement at the guy's fantastic shaft. Thomas 's initial shock and disgust was slowly being replaced by a strange excitement as he continued watching his enormous fuck-tool sawing rhythmically in and out of his sister's wet, clinging slit.

Thomas says. I am terrified. I know I need to comply to get out of this. When this is over, I am done with all of these wolves. “You may touch me, Thomas,” I say to him. “Good girl,” he says. Thomas runs his hand down my stomach until he reaches my mound. He smacks me hard. “How does that feel,” he asks. “Good, it feels good,” I say. “Tobias told Alpha you liked it a little rough,” Thomas says.

Moved to New York for college. “Yes, sir. And ” “And?” Alex’s tone sharpened. He was annoyed by Thomas’s hesitation. “He’s your biggest fan, sir,” Thomas rushed out. “He dreams of building a company like Soundwave one day. No wonder he begged me to put in a word. He wants to be your part time driver just to be closer to his role model.” “Romeo told you all this himself?” “Not exactly, sir. I got it from other sources. His college friends, a few people who knew him back in Italy.”

---- Willow Watching Anders drool and fall over himself in front of Thomas has been the highlight of the week. I can completely understand his reaction, Thomas is incredibly good looking, all wavy blonde hair, toned and tanned – and he rides a motorbike. Plus, he is a solid guy, loyal, reliable and with a great sense of humour – the whole package. It’s just a pity his ex-fiancé wasn’t as loyal, he’s been single since that breakup – very, very single.

Standing before them was Victor Volkov, the Big Bad of the international syndicate, accompanied by Thomas White, who stood beside him pointing a gun directly at Mavric. "Forgive me, Liora," Thomas said coldly. "Our alliance only went as far as the border. Volkov offered a better deal. He gave me all the Thorne assets in Switzerland in exchange for handing you both over." Thomas looked at Mavric with hatred. "I loved your mother, Liora. But I love myself more. And Mavric... you are the price I had to pay for my true freedom." Mavric pulled Liora behind his back, staring at Thomas and Volkov with the eyes of a dragon ready to burn everything to ash.

Unfortunately he was right. Thomas fell into step beside me as we walked toward the gardens. Unlike Romano, Thomas was easy. Easy to talk to. Easy to understand. Everything about him felt relaxed. Normal. Which was ironic considering he came from one of the wealthiest families in Italy. “What are you thinking about?” he asked. “Nothing.” “That answer is always a lie.” I sighed. “Romano says the same thing.” Something flickered across his expression before disappearing. “Does he?” I nodded. Thomas looked amused.

Meanwhile, Shanum and Abizar had already returned home. The restaurant where they sit is now an Italian restaurant with a lot of pasta and other menus. "What do you want to order?" asked Haidar while looking at the menu book. "I just want fettuccini carbonara and orange juice," replied Meta briefly. Haidar nodded. "One Fetuchini carbonara, one spaghetti cheese, one orange juice, and one coke," he said to the waiter who was standing next to him. "Fine. Wait for it," said the waiter who then left.