Pietro X Reader Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes and looked towards them. They were magnificent, classical, and superbly male; so different yet so similar. They both had silky Mediterranean tans and soot-black body hair that matched the hair on their heads, but in other ways there were delightful distinctions. Paulo was compact, heavily muscular without being gross, and had a cock that reflected his physique. Jutting out proudly, it was thick and stubby with a tip that was swollen and tempting. Pietro was longer and leaner - everywhere. His body looked slim and flexible and so did his cock. Its shape was narrow and elegant, but its length was breathtaking. He would teach inside me, go deeper than deep, find and touch my so

Back to the living room, Pietro was making his way toward Victoria in a perverse manner. “You’re not as pretty as some of the women I’ve seen, but you’re not bad at all.” He licked his lips. Victoria shifted uncomfortable, backing away from the sofa. “Get away from me!” Victoria rose from the sofa and was about to run when Pietro suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. “Come on, sweetie pie, don’t be so difficult.” Pietro let out a smug grin. Their face was so close that Victoria could smell alcohol from his breath. She tried pushing him away with all her strength.

He walks up to me like he’s my savior, but deep down, we all know that he’s the devil himself. “Bianchi,” Pietro was shaking, “You know that Amber is not going to receive a cent from my multi-million dollar empire, right?” Alessandro nods, and asks, “And you know that you’re not going to receive a cent of my sympathy, right?” No, he can’t have Pietro’s blood on his hands. I walk up to Alessandro, still shaking, and panting. My vision is blurry. Words don’t leave my mouth, but I grip his arm.

He looked too young for everything happening in this family. I kissed his cheeks before I walked back out. I needed to get home, and I wanted to hold Maya and Leo, kiss them both and be sure they were safe. When I stepped into the house, Pietro was waiting in the hallway, his head bandaged, his arm wrapped tight against his ribs. “Pietro,” I breathed, my heart skipping at the sight of him. “Are you all right?” He smiles at me tiredly, wincing. “I’ve had worse.”

Already, his fingers were drumming against the side of my neck, rapping impatiently over my pulse point. "He’s not..." I hesitated, my gaze trailing over to meet Celia's. "He’s not a kidnapper," I admitted. A rumble from deep within Pietro's chest erupted into the silence and pulled my attention back to him. He slid his hand around the back of my neck until it closed around my nape, forcing my head back to stare up into his eyes, his massive palm controlling me completely. "Tell her who exactly I am," he ordered, sharp teeth on display as he grinned.

11. Pietro Sky is nervous and it's evident in his eyes. When Lysa lubes her fingers and positions herself behind his arse, I visibly see him tense and when she kisses one of his his arse cheeks and squeezes the other, he can't take it anymore and he jerks off the bed and almost instantly, he blushes with realization.

Water dripped down my chest, catching the light, trailing across scars I earned in wars Pietro would piss himself dreaming about. I got in his space. Close enough to smell his citrus shampoo and fear. “Are you stalling?” I asked, low. “Because I swear to God, I will gut your fucking spine through your teeth if you’re wasting my time.” His voice cracked. “I’m trying. There was movement. But her trail went cold after the ping from a bookstore in the South Quarters, Pietro swallowed hard. I saw his eyes flicker lower for a second, quick and shameful, before he looked back up. Little fool still blushed when I got too close. Pathetic and Useful.

Even though each of the key clans had power and influence, as much as the woman wanted to prove her power and influence, so, she went to solve the problem of her family and her city at that meeting. At his side, as soon as his companions arrived, everything depended on a signature. The city of Pietro was a rich and prosperous city, where there are bars, casinos, among the fact that it has an economy based on tourism, crafts, among souvenirs, travel, and tourism, among mountains in winter where they make money from the snow.

“Looking at your face now, I can tell that's not true. Josh leaned across the table. His scent overwhelmed me, that rich, earthy scent that inspired untamed savagery and lust. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't get a word out without bursting into tears. So I didn't say anything. The space between us felt nonexistent, inconsequential. The heat from his body leaped at me, like flames dancing in the moonlight. “Pietra? Josh asked, his face set in recognition. The sight shocked me. I was so used to people looking at me with pity. Poor Pietra… her father was crushed in a factory accident… poor Pietra, her boyfriend fell into a ravine and split his head… poor Pietra, everyone she loves se

“I never asked you to sacrifice for me! I never wanted anyone to get hurt. You had to talk me into leaving, remember? I was willing to marry Leo Bloodstone then AND I AM WILLING TO MARRY HIM NOW!” Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Xander spun on his heel and aggressively walked towards me. I continued to back up until my back was against the wall and he was hovering over me, with one hand above my head. “Do you have any idea who Leo Bloodstone is, or what he has done?!!?!?" I gulped. "He is probably balls deep in my cousin Addie right now. And he has a secret pup with his ex-girlfriend, who he threw out after he knocked her up. How does that make you feel, Piper?"