Mi Prima Quiere Cojer Novels & Stories

‘"Una piccola principessa così bisognosa..’ [Such a needy little Princess.] He said tugging off her shorts and pushing her legs apart, ‘Fanculo Bella, sei così bagnata e pronta per il mio cazzo.’ [Fuck Beauty, you are so wet and ready for my cock.] He pressed the bulbous tip to her entrance and she arched up to meet his hard thrust, ‘Ricci, oh Dio, sì, sì, voglio che tu mi scopi.' [Ricci, oh God, yes, yes, I want you to fuck me.] She begged her body on fire for his touch, ‘Il tuo desiderio è il mio comando, principessa della mafia.’ [Your wish is my command Mafia Princess.]

“Take it off slowly.” She blinked, her throat beginning to itch with tears as she obeyed his command. She slowly slipped the coat off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as she had seen women do in movies. “Walk to the door and back.” Prim did as she was told, all the while consoling herself that this sacrifice would be worth it. She heard the man inhale sharply. “You have a stunning body.” Prim swallowed, should she take that as a compliment? “You realize I asked for a virgin?” The mafia boss asked.

“I thought I’d come check on you. Unless, of course, you were… occupied.” Emily’s cheeks flushed hot. She quickly turned back to the mirror. “I wasn’t.” “Mm.” Adriana’s gaze sharpened in the glass, catching the faint color in Emily’s face, the restless energy in her movements. “You don’t need to lie to me, Em. I can tell when a man has left his mark.” Emily gripped the brush tighter. “Nothing happened.” Adriana tilted her head, her tone soft but edged. “But you wanted it to. Didn’t you?”

Pagani shrieked as she overheard me from the side, lunging to grab the phone out of my hand. I reflexively dodged her attempt to grab it and swiftly hung up the phone. It was then that I felt the stinging impact of another hand striking my face. Ms. Pagani's face contorted with rage. "You committed a major offense, and you still have the nerve to keep it from your parents!"

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

Hattie POV "Nothing?!" Lydia screamed when I told her the prince didn't touch me last night. It wasn't a big deal, but she was making it one. The maids too had a look of disbelief on their faces. "Is that a problem?" "If the prince didn't touch you last night, that means he doesn't desire your body" I smiled nervously. "Maybe he was tired"

"You should wear the sparkly earrings. They make you look like a princess." After she left, I sat on the bed for a moment, collecting myself. Tonight was going to be challenging enough without navigating Emilia's complex feelings about Alex. I'd expected her to remain hostile, to continue rejecting him outright. This shift toward seeking his approval, however reluctantly, was unexpected and unsettling.

" Her delighted little laugh was like a knife twisting into his heart. It had been a joke? Vivian claimed she had been hit by a car that night, but it had all been nothing more than a cruel joke. Because of that ridiculous lie, he ended up trading away our unborn child. Just then, a rescuer ran over, breathless. "Mr. Fuller! We found Mrs. Fuller's phone!" Ethan snatched it. After trying several passwords, it was unlocked with his own birthday. In the phone's trash folder, the most recently deleted file was a video. In it, I was seated at my worktable, the wall behind me covered with sketches and inspiration notes. I looked into the camera, my eyes filled with the familiar affection he once t