Mi Dulce Pecado Novels & Stories

"Bianca. These are the favor gifts for the wedding. Carina got them from that old shop in Palermo. They're custom-made. I tried one earlier, and it was excellent." As he spoke, he unwrapped a piece of nougat and held it to my lips. Without thinking, I took a bite. The next second, the taste hit my tongue and my expression changed. I immediately spat it out. Giovanni paused, startled. "You don't like it?" I lifted my gaze to meet his. "It contains almonds." "What's wrong with almonds?" He frowned slightly, looking genuinely confused. I simply stared at him in silence. I am severely allergic to almonds. I had eaten them by mistake once and ended up with a high fever, unconscious for two days.

I knew I was going a bit crazy. Why did I need to ask him such details? I should detach myself from him if I wanted to accept this gift from Angeli or my siblings. Yes, I think this is a gift. Sleeping with this man is a present I wouldn’t return. He smiled again. My heart went crazy as he smiled like that. I knew it was wrong, but how could I control my own feelings? “I'm Tristan Luchavez. I thought you knew me, or is this part of the show? If it is, then it's working. I didn't know you were this beautiful. I always decline such invites, and now I kind of regret it.”

The area that soaked my precum had a darker shade of pink. “I love how your body knows who it belongs to.” He teased, cocky as fuck. “Take me, papacito.” My raspy tone betrayed the true Spanish accent. He chuckled, collapsing on me as he prepped up on his elbows to see me. “As you wish, mio cioccolato bianco.” Slowly, he peeled off the fabric like he was unwrapping a present, gently, taking out time to admire my body. I felt cold breeze kiss my wet skin, causing it to open up, the slimy juice thinning out. He didn't entirely take off the panties, just had it pinned to my thighs with his small finger. The spot it touched was wet.

Delilah instead resumed her nagging. "I want to punch him. He's a bad guy who likes to torture other people. He's like a monster!" Delilah cursed as she persisted in searching for the decorative print Lordes needed. James took the Strawberry bowl, dipped it in the melted chocolate, and ate it. He leaned his elbow to watch Delilah's beautiful legs standing on tiptoe while eating Strawberries.

"You told me you like to eat it when you're going through it." "Midnight Mirage?" I asked, glancing at the bag, feeling a grin pull at my lips. "Yes," he replied simply, not missing a beat. I raised an eyebrow, already feeling my mood lighten. "Rich, dark chocolate ice cream with hints of smoky espresso and crunchy, toasted pecans?" "It is what you said you liked, right?" he replied, not looking at me, but I could tell he was waiting for me to acknowledge it. Damn you, Dante Russo, for being so freaking perfect. OH. MY. DAYS.

Dominic greeted her with a nod. "DEALS!!" Chalondra kissed the man again, a sign that they agreed. Yes, Dominic is her sugar daddy from now on. ***

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

The little bell above La Vida Dulce jingled as Minnie stepped inside, wrapped in the familiar scent of cinnamon, espresso, and sugar-drenched fruit. Selena played low from an old boombox on the counter, and a girl in butterfly clips and acrylics waved from behind it. “¡Minnie! ¿Tu usual?” “You know it,” Minnie said, pulling her hoodie tighter around her and smiling despite her nerves. The barista handed over a steaming cup—abuelita chocolate latte with extra cinnamon—and passed her a small brown paper bag. “Biónico with mango, papaya, strawberries, and extra crema. I added granola. You look like you got big meeting energy.”

There was no way Michael knew he was into lingerie, that he got as much enjoyment out of the candy wrapper as he did the candy itself… Speaking of, he already had a nickname for Michael, not that he’d used it aloud yet. “Dolcito.” “Little Candy.” With the bright colors Michael was so fond of, it fit. At least, Eddie thought so. And when his Dolcito wasn’t around, he found himself craving a little taste.

I go in a little harder than I should which earns me a low grunt, but he slumps further back into his chair, taking the bait. "I don't know, Principessa..." He trails off as I move my fingers deeper into the hair on the back of his head, massaging and now starting to scrap my nails across the skin until I feel light goosebumps rise. "Cazzo." He breaths, "Thank you for this Tesoro." He hums and my heart skips a beat at his term of endearment. (Fuck || Sweetheart) I continue to massage and work his tense skin until his breathing starts evening out and I can feel him drifting off.