Marika Rossa Nude Novels & Stories

Switching views, I checked the bedroom, leaning in. Rosella lay sprawled across the bed, asleep, in a transparent nightdress that had ridden up just enough, exposing lace panties slung low, revealing the curve of her ass. She looked almost innocent like that. I watched her, biting the inside of my cheek as I tore my gaze away, fighting the urge to zoom in. I gave up resisting, and zoomed in on her ass, the lens dragging slow across the bare cheeks peeking from the lace. “Fuck…” the word slipped out before I could stop it.

'' He says, pointing at the two chairs in front of his desk. Elia gestures for me to sit down and I just do as told before he sits beside me, eyeing the man, ''You've been busy lately, Marc, I can see that.'' He replies, earning a chuckle from the man—I assume, Marc. Then, I take a better look at Marc and see that he has the darkest shade of brown eyes with a little bit of green near his pupils. He turns to look at me as he lit up his cigarette, ''Nuova ragazza?'' He asks, Elia, but both of his eyes are still on me.

Chapter 41 Rhys POV I couldn't help the grin on my face as I sat on my desk, I think trying to focus on the files but uncontrollably thinking about mara . Damn. Her luscious orbs kept distracting me from my work, The way her breast pushed against the thin fabric of mara singlet, nipples hard and begging for attention , was driving me wild ,I couldn't stop imagining how they would feel in my hands ,how her skin would taste and how her body would respond to my touch .

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

“So I don’t need your number.” Rosa looked at the trashcan with her mouth still hanging open. Behind her, Marco had taken a step forward, his face turning beet red, but his husband grabbed his hand and pulled him back, whispering something in his ear. Marco’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t walk over. Before Rosa could say anything, I turned and walked back toward the pool, where Nora was now waiting on the lounge chair, wrapped in my towel with her goggles pushed up on her head. She looked up at me as I approached. “What were you talking to her about?” she asked.

After spending time learning what made Marco evil, Rosa immediately opens her eyes and shriek. “Calm down, woman! Please! You will aggravate those creatures.” “What creatures?” Rosa says drowsily as she rubs her aching neck. Then she finally remembers how she had passed out after being given a place to shower and clean clothes to wear. She looks down at her body and see that she was wearing a mini black, lace dress with thin straps that fit from her breast to her waist and flare right above her knees. Pretty. She sat up and stared back at a young boy. In his teens but younger and has very handsome features. Dirty blonde hair and deep green eyes, if she had been a few more years younger, it w

"Delicious, my juices in his mouth. Now I’m going to make him fill me with cum, let it drip down my legs like a filthy slut." "Take everything off, now. I want to see that athletic body naked, ready to serve me," she commanded, stripping quickly. Her blouse flew to the floor, followed by her bra, freeing her full breasts that swayed loose, pink nipples hardened. The skirt and panties—she was already without them—were discarded, leaving her naked except for the high heels that made her feel even more powerful. Lucas obeyed, ripping off his shirt to reveal his defined chest, muscles tensed with arousal, then his pants and underwear, exposing his erect cock throbbing in the air. He was a sight:

I'm the only one who has the right to touch her; anybody else dies. Her feet step forward, and she sits at the edge of the bed, causing her crop top to rise slightly. She quickly pulls it down. But I already see it— a long scar just below her left breast. The image of Marco beating her, forcing himself on her, slips into my head. The glass in my hand cracks a little, but Roxana is completely unaware. “Are you listening at all?” “ Nope. You f*cking talk so much I think my ears are going to bleed soon.”

My hands went into a fist from the manner he was answering the question. "What woman? Just name her." "It's Marisa Boss, they were both found together in a very compromising manner, naked." My hands curled into fists. "Alright, we're on our way." I turned to Eva. "Come with me.”

She gasped, her lips finding my neck, her teeth lightly biting my skin. Marcus knelt beside us, his hands moving over my body. He untied my bikini quickly, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was all heat and demand. Renata’s hands slid down my body, pulling off the cloth, showing my shaved vulva, my lips swollen with need.