Olivia Casta Sexy Novels & Stories

“You have a talent for showing up where you’re not wanted, Marena. Actually, I don't know if I'm to commend you for your bravery or pity you for your stupidity in showing up here.” Marena gasped, mock-wounded. “Now, that’s not very romantic of you. You always were a little cruel, tesoro,” She turned her head slightly, and her gaze landed on Olivia. “Oh… Oh.” Her smirk widened. Darling. Marena acted like she was just noticing the woman in Nero’s arms finally. Olivia felt suddenly exposed, like prey being circled by a predator. The sharp grey eyes of the woman were boring into her in a bold scrutinising manner, and it seemed like she was unimpressed.

He leaned back and pulled the straps of her lingerie off her shoulder and down to reveal her perky breasts. Olivia blushed, feeling shy that Enzo is staring at her breasts. She raised her hands to cover them, but he holds them away before leaning down and placing soft kisses on one of them and then tracing it to her pink nipples and flicking his tongue. Olivia moaned as Enzo fliched his tongue and used his other hand to pinch at the other one. He opened his mouth and sucked the hard bud into his mouth, drawing a loud moan from Olivia.

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

Leonardo The following day after Isaac's attack on my family. I sat in the sun room feeding Cassandra her milk bottle when I heard footsteps, I turned to find Olivia standing by the door, and for once after a long time, she looked alive in cotton pants and a Cardigan. “Do you want to…?” gesturing to the bottle in my hand. She shook her head and walked closer towards us, finding a seat next to me. She took Cassandra's blanket and put it on her lap.

“Christ, the fact that your fiancé sits through your bullshit and still wants to be chained to you for the rest of her life baffles me. I’m not here to fucking tell you to move on, I’m ordering you to do so. Your ex-mistress, ex-lover, ex-baby mama whatever she is to you, has William Sterling as a lawyer. Aside from a lawyer who’s got a lot of beef with us to bury you, she has a multi-billion-dollar company and enough fortune to wipe you out of existence if she wills it. To put it in a nutshell, Olivia Cabello happens to be the heiress of the Montefalco fortune and the most sought out single female in the States. She is not yours anymore.”

My breath faming against it. "Please," she begs, her hands gripping my hair trying to bring me closer. "What do you want Olivia?"I ask, teasing her. "You know what I want" "Oh no, I don't know"I smile when she glares at me. "I want you," she says and I decide to torture her some more. "Want me to what?" "Tay" she whines and I lick her clit. "Ah!" she moans and I lick it again and again loving the sound coming from her mouth. I bring my fingers to her sex and play them at her entrance. I enter her and she arches her back, her eyes rolling at the back of her head in pleasure.

The cold had reddened her straight nose and high cheekbones. “I’m back! You two rabbits better not be doing the nasty in my bed. You’ve already knocked her up, Chuck, no need to keep trying. And you better not be trying to find and hide my stash of vibrators again!” Olivia called out, but when her eyes spotted us, she choked, and her face became a lovely deeper shade of crimson. “Is what I would say if the said stash existed.” Lena laughed wholeheartedly and slapped her thigh. “In the words of Mr. McHottie over there, nice save!”

Glen replied. As Dean started whipping the eggs with milk, he wondered when they’d hear something from the kidnapper. When and how they would get proof of life? Would a picture appear via a text message on Olivia or Dean’s phone? Had the caller been authentic? Maybe it really was a hoax, but if so, what had happened to Eli? If he focused on them, he’d go insane. The eggs were in the pan when Olivia arrived downstairs. She’d showered and changed her clothes and her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse with a smart camel-colored blazer. She looked strong and in control.

my husband announced. "I need to change Timothée's zippy," Olivia said. "Let's go to my room." Amelia followed us. "Baby, let us know when the pizza gets here," I called to Daniel. "I will." The three of us went into my bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Olivia laid Timothée between us and started changing his zippy while Amelia and I sank against the ridiculous number of decorative pillows covering my bed. For a moment, I watched Olivia with her son.

“Clearly, Liv, you’re a secret, sufficiently trustworthy and an amazingly mysterious kind of person. That is exactly what the role needs. On top of that, being out of the country for so long makes people forget about you. That delivers the mystery.” Olivia lifted one of her eyebrows as she leaned back in her chair and tapped her fingers in a constant rhythm on the table as she contemplated. With a sparkle in her eyes and a playful smirk tucked in her mouth. “So, you think I’m perfect and supposed to play the part of your husband’s sexy seductress, right?” Let me tell you frankly, it is a risky idea! Mia, I am grateful to you for trusting me, but this plan… it’s still too much stress and emot