Pietro X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pressing her lips into a fine line, she tossed the hand towel on the countertop and walked out of the kitchen, each of her steps heavy with anger. My phone chimed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, giving Pietro a brief glance. I knew my words hurt him, but he would be okay. If he started catching feelings for every woman he fucked, we would be in huge trouble. A notification from Underground Writer 101 popped on the screen, and my frown grew deeper. Pietro, too, had received the same alert.

Rain gasped again and this time it was followed by a whimper and then a lone tear sliding down her cheek. She turned to look at him with her watery eyes, pleading silently. “She’s responsive…I like it!” Pietro suddenly said breaking the strange silence. Pietro then brought out his hand from under the table and inhaled greedily like he was inhaling a fucking perfume. Alexander inhaled sharply. He touched her. He fucking touched her. Stay calm Alexander, you’re so fucking close to getting this…just breath. Then Pietro sucked his fingers and groaned. All hell broke loose after that.

I shut the door behind me, heart pumping, face red, pussy wet and throbbing, nipples hard and my knees tired. I let my back rest on the door and I gently slid to my butt on the floor. “Caily.” I called my name, trying to shake myself out of it but that wasn't working. Why did Pietro have to be so… so fucking hot? Why did his voice have to be so good? Why did he have to tell me how he would suck my tits, how he would leave bite marks all over? Why did he have to tell me how he would fuck… fuck my wet pussy….

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

The place where he struck me burns and tingles in a chaotic mayhem. It’s a crop, I think. He’s punishing me with a crop. Holy shit. I didn’t sign up for this. Or did I? Xander has always been transparent about who he is and what his tendencies are. He’s never once said he’d offer me normal or vanilla. With time, I’ve figured out he’s a natural Dom and an unabashed sadist who’s brought out the masochist in me. In a way, I’ve been falling into that rhythm, into his abnormality. I like the freedom that loss of control offers.

Vittorio politely explains with a bowed head. There was utter silence as they all waited for the Patriarch's response. His stoic apathy is leaving everyone in dread. However, no Wright shows their thoughts. Even Xander remains inscrutable. He has high respect for Skye's heritage but no law or person could come between them. "Xander Voulker Wright is an heir of an empire and one of the successors of the Petrov Mafia" After his long silence, Tonino Di Lauro speaks. Xander was no longer surprised by the Patriarch's knowledge about his family.

Who lies and pretends to be what they are not and still says they don't mean to hurt-- I run a hand nervously through my hair and sigh in exasperation. --- In the beginning I could even want that, but I met her Deniel I saw with my own eyes how good and kind that girl is, I tell you from the bottom of my soul how much I regret everything-- shakes hands in fists and shakes his head in denial. --- Yes I know how amazing my female is and that's why I want to know about why he allied himself with vampires, why Scarlet was kidnapped and especially what led him to do these things-- I answer approaching again and crouching beside him-- NOW PIETRO-- I command in a growl punching the coffee table tha

However, Pericles did not held any expression on his face as he pretends that he heard nothing, giving us our privacy. Pietro is rarely sweet to people. He has always been cold and strict. For sure deep inside, Pericles is surprised to hear such words come out of him. I removed my head on his shoulder and sat up straight. I guided him instead and let him lie his head on my lap. Pietro stares up at me, as I stare down at him. “You should sleep, not me.” I told him. He worries so much about me, he never thinks about himself first and I’m sure he is the same with the other people in his life.

I held her tightly, glad she was safe, in my arms. “Gia, you can’t be serious!” Pietro bellowed, approaching us. I set her behind me, recreating the moment we had stalled for three days. I glared threateningly despite the armed men around me. I wasn’t going to back down to a man as pathetic as Pietro. I was never going to say this to Giovanna, because I saw that she loved him very much, but Pietro deserved to burn in hell. The man was a walking emblem of illegal wealth, pride, testosterone, and stupidity. I hated him already, and I’d only met him twice. On both occasions, he wore black silk suits without a tie, letting the world see his hairy chest that screamed: “I’m a total arsehole”. I ha

The waves below were loud and violent, crashing white against the rocks. I leaned against the car and stared at the water. The wind tugged at my shirt. My hands stayed deep in my pockets. “You’re quiet.” Pietro leaned beside me. His hair whipped in the wind, the man bun holding on for dear life. “What’s going on, Sal? Is this about Matteo?” Oh, good guess. I didn’t answer. “Talk to me,” he said, softer now. “You’re chasing ghosts. You are looking for answers you might not like.”