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Vince’s cynical smile showed how much he was enjoying teasing Nico. [1]What the fuck is this?

“ I am not a kid . “ said Antonio annoyed as he got up from the ground . Damian approached him and leaned his head near his neck . “ I know you aren’t . I checked every inch of your body . If you were a kid , I wouldn’t have laid my hands on you . I have certain preferences which only a healthy , cute , handsome male adult with a fair skin and hairless body can fulfil for me . You are the perfect fit , my sweet Antonio . “ whispered Damian in a devilish tone . Antonio’s face became red from the embarrassment . Angelo turned his head and noticed Antonio’s face . “ Mommy , your face is red like a tomato . “ said Angelo . “ I….I…..I……..It’s really a warm today isn’t it ? “ said Antonio smiling

She let the drawing book drop from her hands to the ground, as Nicole quickly picked it up to see what they contained. As soon as she looked at the drawings, she froze. In the drawing book she could see a depiction of herself and Charles having all kinds of sex. They looked extra real but they were not. Charles was an excellent tattoo artist and he could draw the most intricate artworks. This could have been called beautiful but it was taboo. He had a wild fantasy to be with Nicole, her girlfriend best friend and colleague in a sexual way. "Oh my God!", Nicole said, in shock and disbelief. "So all this time it was Nicole you wanted to be with and not me?", Angela asked, deeply hurt as she sa

“There you are pretty boy, I decided to give you and the bitch a chance to talk,’ she paused and glanced towards Angela. “Damn why did she dress like she was going for some night clubbing, she looked terrible even after being styled by Montero's personal stylist” Antonio shifted his glance from Angela to her face as his eyes went darker. “What do you want?” He took out a cigar and clamped the stick in-between his teeth. He definitely looked pissed, she noticed. “What do I want? Hmm, are you sure you want to know what I…” She paused abruptly after getting stabbed by his dark eyes, she cleared her throat and continued. “The fans have been waiting for hours, what is the problem sir? And that lo

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.

I yank my mask off and gawk at the screen. It's him. Angelo. Finally, his name flashes across my notifications panel, his first message today accompanied by his usual greeting. [ Hi baby. Sorry for the late reply. Work problems since yesterday. ] Before I can start typing my response, he sends another message. [ You look so fucking hot and cute in these pics. ] [ You still like me with red hair? ] My heartbeat quickens before I can even send my reply. The funny feeling in my belly only grows as I rack my brain for something else to say.

Nico’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. “Cara mia, just looking at you undoes me,” he murmured. “And if I win...” “Then?” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Nico leaned closer and brushed his thumb against my lip. “Then I am going to fuck you over the snooker table,” he whispered. “But first, I am going to watch you touch yourself…I want you to be dirty and a bad, bad girl.” My mouth hung open, everything south of my belly clenching.

He is a fine specimen, one I wouldn’t mind having a one-night stand with. I release another breath, staring at him makes me imagine how good it would feel if he fucked me with his hot tongue before he gave me that huge... oh wait it wouldn't ever fit. I close my legs tighter as I feel myself get wet. Maximo lifts his head and those cat-like eyes stare at me with a certain intensity. His nostrils flare before he looks at his brother. I follow his gaze and Santino has a similar look only with him, his face is contorted in what I think is anger. When his sapphire cat-like eyes meet mine, I fidget uncomfortably.

When I looked at Ang, it seemed like he had figured out why I lied. Well, nice meeting you too, Nicole; my name is Angelo Rodriguez, but you can call me Ang," Ang said, followed by a broad smile. For some reason, I heard a gasp from Nicole, and I stopped myself from smiling because it looked like she immediately liked Ang. "No way!" I heard Nicole exclaim, so I immediately faced her and saw the surprise on her face. I was thinking that she might really have taken a liking to Ang, which is a possibility considering how good looking and likeable he is. "What do you mean, no way, Nicole?" I asked, confused.