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“Please I…” “Call me Josh one more fucking time, Princess.” He growled into my mouth, pulling my head back and breaking the kiss. I came face-to-face with a ruggedly handsome face. The kind that was only seen in Greek myths under the title “god of annihilation” sharp brows, a well-carved nose, and a mouth that looked perfect for kissing. This man made handsome look like a petty compliment. And for whatever reason, my pussy got a furious heartbeat. His dark stormy eyes narrowed as he scanned my face. His grip in my hair tightened and he pulled me close, close enough for me to taste the expensive whiskey on his breath, but too far that I couldn’t reach out and swipe my tongue over his bottom l

“Just a little cold.” “You should not stay long,” he said. “You will catch a chill.” “I will come in soon.” He looked at me for one beat more. The moment stretched until the surface of the pool might have been glass. I felt Domenico’s breath against me. I felt Paolo’s eyes on my face. The world held still by the edge of a knife. “Alright,” Paolo said at last. He turned and walked towards his father's building, feet quiet on the tile, door whispering shut behind him.

They were all like 'Yes ma'am, no ma'am, ' which was annoying as hell. Paulo only sat down and answered my questions. When I asked him how far he would go to protect me he said and I quote 'I will beat your boyfriend to a pulp if he so much as disrespects you then Fuck you in front of him just to show him who's boss.' Of course, I wasn't shocked by how crude he was because I'd heard worse from Padre and his men. They didn't hold back, especially when they were angry or drunk. Paolo's definition of who's boss turned out to be me. In the sense that I could have whoever I wanted, including him. He hasn't disappointed me yet. Especially in the orgasm department. This is all he gets to do and boy

I didn’t even want to think of how things were going to go when we went home, and I knew that we were going to have to do so soon enough, staying in Rome was not part of the plan and any delays that were to occur were most likely to cause a little stir. “I take it that the two of you managed to have a nice rest,” Alaric said, throwing a bunch of scrolls on the dining table. Dante raised an eyebrow at the man, and I shook my head in question, watching as he opened one of them. The word Phoenix was written at the top of it. Valerie shook her head in question, and I looked down at the scroll to notice that it was written in Latin. “What is this?” Valerie asked, shaking her head in question.

my voice broke. She stopped short of my bedside, her disgusted gaze lingering on me longer than it had ever had. "Is that how to bow to your Luna?" Fiona barged through the door fangs baring. "You omega wenches need to be taught better." "Fiona?" Luna Estella cut in harshly. "No foul words in my presence." Fiona bowed courteously, the sides of her ball gown lifting into the air. "Forgive me mother." Estella Rydor and her daughter Fiona, the two most powerful women in the Silverpine pack, and the most dangerous.

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

" No please don't do this Brian please." The girl cried out as I launched at her tearing a part of her cheek as she screamed in horror and pain. I enjoyed her tastes. "Shhh, it'll be over soon my lovely." I said as I dried off her tears with my fingers and continued feasting upon her face. I usually loved to dine on my prey on the table while they are tied down. I live alone, except for my one and only servant. Mr. Wilson is what I call him. My parents had passed when I was a lad, but they were like me. Cannibals. They raised me to believe how they believed. Feed upon the young and you remain young forever. I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant.

The waiter said. "We want 5 coffee." Paolo ordered. "D'accord." (Okay). He smiled and left to give our order to the blonde. I looked around to take a glimpse of my little brunette but didn't find her anywhere. "Violet Katrina Anderson. 24 years old. Studied art but works here. Best friend: Tracy Derwin and Carl Lemer. He came from Paris, France. They put her address here." They all looked at Giovanni with shocked faces while I smirked. I knew to whom I gave this mission.

She said ending as well as completing a series of previous explanations. Silence. Luca swept his gaze around while digesting all of Leona's words. Even though Leona kept emphasizing that what happened earlier was not his fault, he still felt bad because until now he still couldn't control himself from the smell of human blood, Malia in particular. Luca is the only member of the Argent Family who still can't control himself to the smell of human blood, completely different from the other members of the Argent Family. Be it grandfather, parents as well as his two older brother and sister have really evolved very well.

The sound of someone' chuckling beside her redirected her attention to the guy watching her with an amused smile. "Hi." He spoke in a deep voice, Serafina looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze. "I'm Paolo." "Serafina," She spoke uncertainly, shaking his outstretched hand. He was relatively cute, with light brown hair and hazel eyes, and an angular face. He seemed harmless enough and didn't make Serafina feel on edge. "You're new here, right?" Paolo asked quietly as the teacher spoke in the front. "Yeah, my first day here,"