Netflix Breathless Novels & Stories

“You’re no fun, Dom. God forbid anyone in this house gets laid but you.” “È il mio dannato regno,” he hissed. (It’s my fucking kingdom.) Brielle licked Nutella from her finger in the kitchen. Alessia flipped an egg. Matteo stood near the couch still hard from Catarina’s grinding, trying to play it cool. Then. The television clicked. No one touched the remote. The screen flashed. Blue. White. Then the face of a woman in a blazer, holding papers in her hand like they could protect her from the gravity of what she was about to say.

Warm, bitter and strong. Exactly what I needed. I reached for the remote and turned on the television, more out of habit than intention. The volume was low at first, I just needed it as noise meant to fill the silence. Then the newcasters voice cut through. “BREAKING NEWS FROM LAST NIGHT.” My grip tightened on the cup as I turned on the volume a little more. “We received an anonymous video showing Charlotte Maxwell in a physical altercation with a household maid. It was taken at the Maxwell Mansuk.

Donovan walked towards me and whispered in my ear, “You want to marry me? I will make sure you never enjoy every single second of your remaining life spent with me.” I smiled at him with confidence. “Looking forward to this epic movie, My Husband.”