Mi Dulce Pecado Novels & Stories

“I said thank you elegantly.” “You curtsied,” Bianna said. “Because I have culture.” I walked over to the island and picked up one of the cups from the cooler still sitting open. The label was neat, ivory white, the lettering embossed. Portland Artisan Gelato. Pistachio Sicilian. Dark Chocolate Sea Salt. Vanilla Bean. Strawberry Mascarpone. Dulce de leche. I stopped at the last flavor. Dulce de leche. Bianna’s eyes followed mine. “That one hasn’t been opened. He said maybe the adults would like it.”

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

Kayla asked while pointing in a certain direction. In that direction was a young man. Surrounding him was the smell of piss and sweat. The boy's face was pale and a look of horror and hopelessness was imprinted onto it. He looked traumatized and the boy was none other than Jace. "Hey, you!" Lucas called out harshly. The boy flinched before looking back at Lu7cas, his whole body trembling. Seeing his reaction, Lucas broke out into a large grin but to Jace, that was the devil's grin.

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(Oh, my Goddess, I could cum in my pants! Meredith pushes Hakeem slightly so that he is sitting on the bed. She kisses him deeply, reaching to the floor to pick up a bottle of caramel syrup. Apparently, the one fault that nuestra princesa has is that she doesn’t like chocolate. I mean, who doesn’t like chocolate? But with the way that she is wiggling her ass at me from her position in front of Hakeem, I have to forgive her. I completely understand why Hakeem is an ass man with that pequeño pedazo de perfección (little piece of perfection) in front of me. I begin to rub myself through my pants, wanting to prolong the pleasure.

At that moment, I prayed silently that Uncle Pedro loved me just as deeply as I loved him. When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, my body aching for more. He stood over me, stroking his thick, hard cock slowly, his dark eyes devouring every inch of my naked body. The raw hunger in his gaze made my skin burn with need. “You’re so beautiful, Michelle,” he murmured, his voice rough and low. “Do you even know what you do to me at all?” I smiled at him—shy, yet bold—and lay back fully on the table. My hands slid up to cup my full breasts, squeezing them gently for him, rolling my nipples between my fingers. “You’re the beautiful one, Uncle Pedro,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desi

The building looked kind of old, but the cans of paint and brushes placed outside the building told me that renovation work was still in progress and most probably, the only work left was outside the building. Casa Dolce Casa was written in bold on top of the building and I didn’t need Daniel to tell me that it meant Home Sweet Home. I’d started to do some research after I met Daniel and learned a few Italian words, which is how I knew what the sign meant and that Zucchero meant sugar and Fanculo meant fuck. Daniel had a habit of saying that a lot when we’re having sex.

Let's go and dance, Cassie soon spluttered after gulping the wine down and with the help of wine on Rinna's head she accepted and all walked to the floor. Yes.....yes...with Baila Comigo the song of Selena Gomez playing Rinna danced just like a trailed model .. dancing like crazy whichwhich soon earned her the attention from the men and with in an instant she suddenly felt two large hands on her waist trying to grind against her from behind. Sorry I can't do this..., Rinna immediately snapped the moment her body got alarmed but the bastard wasn't listening...his callous fingers were instead gripping her thighs in the damaged trouser.

Dante smiled at Mj and offered her his arm. She lightly slid under his elbow and clasped his forearm with both hands “lead the way prince charming” Mj chirped as he led her out of the dining area and through another maze of hallways “Prince charming?” Dante said quizzically and almost defensively “first I’m a chupacapra Now im prince fucking charming?” he said in a sarcastic tone that made Mj laugh a little

Dulce had already gotten used to it in a matter of just two months, she was doing well, she had moved away from Eloy and was spending time with her friends and with Alfredo, her boyfriend, although she did not feel that things were more or less with Alfredo and she could not to get out of her head what Eloy told her, and she got a little jealous that some girls followed both Alfredo and Eloy, some girls consumed magic powders and wanted Dulce to have her first time with those magic powders, which are drugs, She didn't accept and Dana got angry because of that rejection so she devised a plan, for Eloy to seduce Dulce, and Dana to seduce Alfredo, both with the same goal until they succeed. Thr