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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.

My cock stirred just watching her on the screen, her fingers tapping furiously at the keyboard, oblivious to the predator closing in. The message from security confirmed it: she was pulling an all-nighter on the quarterly projections I'd demanded by morning. Dedication? Or desperation? Either way, it was an opportunity I couldn't ignore. The hunger surged back, sharper than before, insistent. Isabella had been a appetizer; Elena could be the main course. I tossed the empty glass aside, grabbed my keys, and headed out. The night air was crisp as I slid into my Aston Martin Vanquish, the engine purring to life like a beast awakening. I floored it through the empty streets, the city lights blur

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.

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.

Eve was right there with him, her nails digging into his back, her body arching to take him as deep as possible. "Come for me," Dimitri commanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you...." "DIMITRI!" The voice came from the hallway, loud and insistent and completely unavoidable. "DIMITRI! Leave the poor girl alone! She needs breakfast, not more of you! Come down now, both of you! I made your favorite! Eve needs to eat properly, she is still too thin!" Nonna's voice was unmistakable, that particular blend of scolding and concern that only an Italian grandmother could manage, delivered at a volume that left absolutely no room for argument.

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She squeezed her thighs together, cursing him silently as her panties dampened again for no good reason. Pony, on the other hand, was clearly not doing any better. She sat across from a handsome stranger – Kade of course – and the man had not taken his eyes off her since she entered the room. His gaze was hot and disarming. And Pony, though trying to act unaffected, nearly spilled her water twice. But now, Niya couldn’t tell if what she felt was lust or something more weakening. It wasn’t the usual butterflies fluttering mad beneath her ribs. This felt like a slow suffocation.

Across her bed is a picture of another Naomi and Damon , a picture she took without either of their knowledge. She approaches it, a frown on her face. “Mine!” She taps Damon's face with her index finger vigorously. “Not yours! Mine!” Soonie smiles and lays down on her bed slowly, her eyes fixed on the picture. She pulls off her top slowly like she was putting up a show for the people in the picture, caressing her breast slowly and moaning softly. She squeezed her nipples gently, arching back on her bed as her second hand slipped into her panties which was soaked.

"I hope I'm not intruding." Nonna turned from the stove, wooden spoon still in her hand, and her whole face lit up in a way that made my chest ache with guilt before he'd even said another word. "The famous Leonardo Moretti," she said, wiping her hands on her apron. "In my kitchen. Fiamma always said you were a ghost. I didn't believe men like you existed outside of magazines." "Fiamma exaggerates," he said, and handed her the peonies with a small, unfamiliar smile that looked strange on his face, like a coat that had been tailored for someone else and only just fit.

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