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What ? " No ji !!! Only Mohit...when you add Ji, I feel, I am way too old. It hurts a lot. You are going to marry me. You can't call me Ji. Mohit, love, darling, Jaan anything you want to call me is ok but not with a Ji." I said and she smiled but I saw a faint colour coming on her cheeks. " Hmmm. I will try it. First, you try this. " " I am very hungry let's have food. What have you made? "

“You do not understand what you are talking about –“ Bianci snaps, glancing over at us and then up at Alessi and Natalia. I get the distinct impression that he is out of his element – that this has never happened before. His good, sweet Italian wife – who always knows her duties and keeps his perfect home for him – interfering in his business? I can’t help the little smirk that finds my lips now. Because it is nice to see Bianci unsettled, even if just for a moment. “I understand everything,” Nonna hisses, glaring into his face. “You go too far, old man. You are greedy – that girl has given you too much – millions of lira – the skin off her back – her own mother handed to you on the day she

He placed a kiss on my shoulder at the end of his speech. Drunk Isabella is Bold Isabella. She’s not shy and has no filter at all…. My chest was moving up & down in rapid movements from my fast breathing and I was beyond aroused. He wrapped his arms around me, plastering his front to my back, one hand grabbed my heavy chest while the other one went inside my panties. My head fell back and I looked at the mirror with my eyes half-opened, admiring the pair we made.

One accidental brush of her skin against mine, and I was obsessed, craving not just her body but the exquisite challenge of breaking her spirit, owning her screams like a symphony composed for my ears alone. I glanced at my phone for the tenth time—nothing. Had I pushed too far with my proposition? It was straightforward, brutally honest: one million dollars wired immediately to erase her mother's crippling debts, unlimited access to the best medical care money could buy—private jets to specialists, experimental treatments, whatever it took. In exchange? Her complete surrender. Thirty days of her as my personal feast—rough, unrelenting, my cock buried in her tight heat whenever the hunger st

His mother used to say that Romani men are born with frowns carved into their faces. Luca proved her wrong. He smiled once. Years ago. Before the fire. Before the woman. Anne. Nico has heard the stories. The maid who crawled into Luca's bed. The whore who stole from him. The ghost who died in a fire that no one saw and no one could explain. He has never believed them. Not because he is loyal. Because he knows his cousin. Luca doesn't fall for whores. He doesn't fall for anyone. Except her. He saw it in Luca's eyes, before everything burned. The way he looked at her — like she was the only thing in the world that wasn't pretending.

This Chapter Contains Mature Content And Is Not For Readers Lower Than 18. The entire previous day had passed in a haze of silk sheets, whispered confessions, and Luca’s insatiable hunger. Sofia had been deliciously sore, her body tender from being claimed so thoroughly. Luca had refused to let her leave the bed except for baths and meals he fed her himself. He’d taken her slowly in the afternoon, then again at night — gentler this time, but no less possessive.

I have nothing to offer you, I haven't been a bother on your part. I have stayed away from New York, so why?" Amara pressed, demanding to know the truth and the answer for her captivity. Wanting to know what she did to deserve being treated the way she was being treated. Her anger and annoyance made her fail to notice the beauty of the mansion or the house keeper standing at the side. Damien calmly sat down, without saying so much as a word. He watched as she yapped on about being treated badly and how it made her feel. If she considered whatever he was doing now, as being treated badly then as he was in for a lot of surprises.

Jake's door was ajar—just a crack, but enough moonlight spilled out to illuminate the scene. He was sprawled on his bed, joggers shoved down to his knees, one massive fist pumping his cock. Fuck. It was even bigger than I'd fantasised: nine inches easy, thick as my wrist, veins bulging along the shaft like ropes. The head was swollen purple, leaking precum in shiny beads that he smeared down with his thumb. His other hand clutched his phone, screen glowing with my latest I*******m pic—the one in that tiny bikini at Brighton, arse arched perfectly, tits spilling out the sides. "Delilah... fuck, sis, look at that tight little arse," he muttered, voice hoarse. His hips bucked, balls drawing tig

"No, frantello. It's that you make it your duty to 'want' everything I own. My life. My position. My wife. Always reaching. Always craving. Like a void, you take, and take, and nothing fills you. Nothing is ever enough. Not unless it is Zefiro's." Brown eyes flare with contempt. Red washes along a strong jaw. "You think you're better than me? You're Nonna's perfect golden boy and I'm a fucking nuisance, isn't it?" He smiles, and I recognise it. Disgusting pettiness. "Maybe I am, but your wife chose this nuisance over you. She begged to be touched. Fucked." Silence.