Novel & Cerita Mamma Mia Fanfiction

she responds. My mind instantly went to Brooklyn. Her underneath me with my cock moving in and out of her... Damm, I have not even kissed her and my mind is on how she will feel around my cock. "Well, that is interesting. I wonder why she has never been seen?" My mother contemplates. "Maybe she is actually an ugly bitch or maybe she is too shy to be in the light of the mafia," Mia speculates. "I hope she is an ugly bitch because then all the men will look at me."

Fear, cold and sharp, sank its claws into my heart. Images of Alessia flashed through my mind. The fire in her eyes when she was angry, the smirk on her lips when she was mocking me, the stubborn set of her jaw when she was hurt... "No... impossible..." I stumbled backward, my voice trembling uncontrollably. "She can't be... She wouldn't..." Laura, still kneeling on the floor, heard the news. For a split second, I saw a flicker of triumph in her eyes before she slapped on a look of horror. "Oh god... my sister... how could she..."

a woman dressed in a maid’s uniform scolded her harshly. "Okay, Mother." As her mother dragged her away, Mia turned back—more than once—to see if the boy would look at her. But he never did. Not then. Not now. Not ever. He only ever saw Alessia Rossini. Fate had moved her from a maid’s daughter to Angelo Morano’s wife—all because of a single drunken night. A night where Angelo, in his drunken haze, had called her by another woman’s name. She had endured it.

"Fuck, Cass—dripping for Sir. Tell me the best fantasy from today while I drive us to the overlook. And Mia's chat? Spill—she supportive?" I gasped as he thrust two fingers deep, curling rhythmically. "The dock one—collar/leash, bound to railing naked, flogged then fucked hard, water below, risk of being seen. Mia's worried but cool—said she'll kick your ass if you hurt me." He laughed low, pace quickening at a red light. "Feisty friend—tell her thanks. Now come for me, baby. Call me Dante when you shatter." The command, mixed with the tender "baby," shattered me—I came hard around his fingers, walls pulsing, moaning "Dante... oh God, Dante!" as spots danced in my vision. He licked them clea

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

“Because I'm your future Luna and I want them for myself.” Mia felt Prata, her inner she-wolf, emerge forcefully in her mind. “Oh, really! I'm going to rip that girl's head off!” she growled. Mia took a deep breath, slowly turned to Diana and replied with sarcasm in her voice: “Look, future Luna, I'm extremely allergic to sesame and nuts. Is the reason you want my snacks because you're allergic too?” Diana narrowed her eyes, annoyed. “No. I told you. I want it because I want it.”

“I’m yours daddy. Please let me cum.” Marcus leaned over her curvy body, muscular chest against her back, still edging her ruthlessly, he kissed her neck roughly. “Mia could walk in any minute and see her best friend tied up, getting her pussy played with by her own father. What do you think she will do?” Elena moaned louder, trembling on the brink once more, tears of frustration and lust in her eyes. What would happen if Mia returned sooner than expected?

But Mia was in a daze, she was thinking how much misunderstanding Shopia created between them. She thought he lives with Alma in a villa, now thinking back she wants to kill herself rather being murdered by that bitch. Her mother was 100% right about her fool brain, she always claimed her IQ was lower than a 2 years child. Now she understood her mother was never wrong. But at that moment Mia decided to stay silent because she didn't want to mention anything related shopia, otherwise her man would get aggressive again. Miles cooked all her favourite, she likes fishes, and deer meat was her favourite.

Mia is yet to open her mouth and speak after Reed brought her back to the cottage. She is so disturbed that she is shaken to the core. When she was sitting alone in that dark basement with those dead bodies as her only companions, her mind often used to wander towards how she spent her life. She had only one regret in her life, that is her decision to agree to her father's request to marry Alesso. Luca Vitiello is the best father she could ever ask for. He is the best husband and he took care of his family as best as he could. He hoped that his daughter will be as happy as he is with her life partner if she marries a man who loves her.

"It's settled then. Now go get me that drink." "What am I, your slave?" Instead of answering him, Mia licked at her lips, her tongue rolling out the ridges and corners of her mouth. Teasingly she fluttered her eyelashes at him and nodded her head. That minx! Damon groaned. "Okay, what do you want?" "You, naked in the bed" She shot back. Mia's evil. Giggling, she added. "For now I'll settle on a pina colada." ***