Pietro X Reader Novels & Stories

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.”

“I’m okay with dragging you down the aisle while you scream your lungs out, if that’s what it’s going to take. In fact, I might just prefer it.” “You want to humiliate me,” I stated. “No, I want to break you.” My heart wanted to explode, and my lips started trembling. “He is a cancer in the community, so much so that if the world is facing an apocalypse, we’d have to pray he isn’t one of the people to help us. Because I wouldn’t advise anyone to accept his help, even in such a dire situation.” Pietro quoted a paragraph from the journal I wrote. “You wrote this about me without even meeting me in person.” He whispered in my ear. “You have my full attention now, Tesorina.” He added.

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.

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.

Firstly how to get inside the club (This is where Xain comes in) Get his attention # Santo De Luca the biggest player in the whole of America# Get called to his floor Have sex with him Collect 100 grand Save Sophie Chances of success 98% Chances of failure 2%" I said it exactly how I wrote it down "Wow you really have everything down" Xain collected the paper from me "Yes I do so let's get down to phase 1 Shall we"

His cheeks tinged with red as she smiled at him. “I thought you might want these,” he said sheepishly. “You seemed sad yesterday.” Serena accepted them, letting her fingers brush his on purpose. “Thank you, Pietro. That’s sweet.” He ducked his head. “You’re different from what I expected.” “Is that good or bad?”she asked. “I haven’t decided yet.” Pietro replied, with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. She laughed softly, the kind of laugh that made men lean closer without realizing they were already falling.

Pietro near one of the windows --- Pietro can go home now, I'm the one who's going to finish this training-- I finish talking by slapping Scarlet's ass. She grumbles and punches my back, (as if it hurts)-- I think ironically Mr. Pietro leaves the room with an amused look, amused by our scene. --- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DENIEL JACKSON MARTIN?-- he asks angrily, but wait, wasn't I supposed to be the one mad?