Novel & Cerita Rio Morales Nsfw

I turned too quickly, my hand still wrapped around one of the brass candleholders as my gaze snapped toward the hallway entrance leading into the bar, and froze. Torin stood there shirtless, one massive hand planted against the wall beside Sobain’s head while the other gripped her ass hard enough to pull her completely against him. His mouth covered hers hungrily, aggressively, like he was trying to devour her whole while she tangled both hands in his hair and pressed herself shamelessly into his body. For one full second, my brain refused to process what I was seeing, then it hit all at once. The candles, the dinner. The waiting. The stupid hope sitting inside me all night long.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

“And that means you’ve already lost.” I forced a smirk, even as fire burned in my chest. “You think taking her makes me weaker? No. You just declared war. And wars… Morales… are what I was built for.” He chuckled darkly, but I caught the flicker of unease in his eyes. He knew I meant it. Still, he gestured for his men to tighten their grip on Ocean. She winced when the ropes cut deeper into her skin. Something in me snapped. “Stop!” My roar filled the warehouse, startling even his guards. I moved fast, too fast for them to process, but Morales raised a hand, signaling them to hold back. He wanted to savor this. He wanted to watch me squirm.

My body moves without my permission, a confident, predatory smirk curling my lips. Except... it's not me anymore. It’s her. Elijah’s gaze sharpens, his golden eyes widening in realization. “Piper?” His voice is wary now, cautious. But my wolf—my fucking wolf —just smiles. “Not anymore,” she purrs, and I can only watch in helpless horror as my body steps toward him, hunger burning behind my own eyes.

"Please... more..." He pulled back, lips glistening with my arousal, and stood to shove his jeans down. His cock sprang free... thick, veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. It was bigger than I'd imagined in my late-night fantasies, curving slightly, promising to stretch me perfectly. "You want this, princess? Want Daddy to ruin this pretty little pussy?" "Yes! Wreck me, Daddy... please," I begged, my voice breaking on a whine. Morris flipped me onto my stomach with effortless strength, yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air, bound hands stretched in front of me. He smacked my cheek hard, the crack resounding over the rain, leaving a red handprint that burned deliciously.

“Ms. Morales, I promised you too—I’d work hard. If not for the promises I made to my parents and to you, I’d have nothing. At least now… I have a reason. A goal.” Her tone dipped, quiet but chilling. “Otherwise, I might’ve already ended it with a knife.” The confession cut through Serena like ice. She stayed longer than she’d intended, half an hour of quiet presence in the small apartment. When she finally stood to leave, Miriam’s voice stopped her at the door. “Ms. Morales,” she asked softly, “as long as I don’t break the law, I won’t be a burden to the company, right?” Serena turned. “That’s right.”

Switching between his nipples as he sucked them, he could feel that inside his body, he was pure inside, and it confused him. Mayom flipped them over and started riding him like a race car. Melnais was going at a pace that drove him crazy, but he wanted to be over the edge as soon as possible. Melnais stared up at him curiously. How could someone surrounded by evil spirits be pure inside? “I’m, I’m, I’m…” before he could announce it, Mayom had ridden himself over the edge and came all over Melnais, who had the same expression on his face when they flipped over.

The photos were worse than I expected. Me walking into the motel. Timestamped. Me with my arm around Vanessa in that doorway, her robe half-open, my head bent toward hers. From the angle, from the lighting, it looked exactly like what she'd wanted it to look like. Then the second set. Lexi leaving my apartment building. Early morning. My shirt hanging off her shoulder, hair loose, a coffee cup in her hand. Three separate dates. Someone had been watching for a while. My jaw locked. "Someone filed a formal complaint." Morrison leaned back in his chair, watching me. "Alleging an inappropriate relationship with Miss Morales. And conduct unbecoming of faculty." He paused. "The evidence is detaile

"Do you have special plans for me?" He smiled a roguish grin, and knelt to my level. Mariano kissed me - soft and languid and long. When he pulled back, I was almost begging him to kiss me again. Mariano swiped a lone finger between my legs. Then licked it. All these years, and he could turn me on in a heartbeat. "Aren't you a little slut, Mrs. Rivera?"

My body trembles slightly, weighing the fear of being caught and the agonising need for him to break me. I try to hold every moan and gasps in, but it doesn't matter. With a sudden, violent surge, he drives himself deeper than he had since he began, his cock hitting my cervix walls with a force that knocks the air out of my lungs. The sensation is too much—the pleasure switching into a sharp pain that breaks my resolve. My hands drop from my mouth and a loud, unrestrained moan rings out, echoing off the walls in the large room. Jeremías smirks. “That's it, rainbow. Continue moaning for me.”