Romance Obscuro Mga Nobela at Kwento

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

I was about to give the beast within me free rein but before I could do that,I heard arguments at the gate leading to the dungeons. I decided to pay it no mind because no intruder could come into my house. I was the most powerful Don for a reason. I continued on my mission of removing his fingers and listening to his cry of pain. It felt therapeutic. I heard the sound of boots clicking. I turned back to glance at the person who dared to interrupt what I thought of as my therapy session. I looked back only to see the most beautiful sight ever. This sight had no words to describe it. I looked back to see Adrianna,the soon to be Reyna of the Italian Mafia unbeknownst to her, strutting in dresse

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

a few more hours passed slowly as the guest left and went home to his own hotel so kiro and I also left to go to our hotel ************ When we entered, Kiro immediately locked the door and he immediately approached and pulled me. he kissed me passionately and he helped me to undress my gown, his lips dropped to my breast and he gently sucked my breast like a child, when he finished there he immediately carried me to the bed and he separated my leg and he kissed me on my vagina like there's no tomorrow, when he stop kissing my vagina he inserted his tongue on my vagina and he twisted his tongue around it. "Ohhhh" I moaned

TESSA The bass pounds through the Castellano mansion but all I can hear is the sound of my soul being ripped apart piece by bloody piece. I stand frozen in the archway of the main ballroom, champagne flute trembling so violently in my hand that the crystal sings a funeral dirge as I watch the two people I would die for murder me without even blinking.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

Damien observed later that night, standing next to him in front of one of his paintings, "is... raw” Luca had laughed, assuming it was a veiled insult. "That is a fancy way of saying messy." But Damien had shaken his head, something piercing through his icy blue eyes. "No. It means it feels real." That had been the beginning. A surprise romance, secret kisses in shadowy spots, and snatched moments away from the world's prying eyes were what transpired next. Always in control, Damien had broken down as Luca touched him. And Luca, who had never believed in secrets, had willingly hidden himself away for Damien.

The house breathed different when we returned. Walls that had once been background felt watchful, their plaster carrying the tension we brought in with us. Matteo paced the narrow hall, a wolf in shoes too tight, while Luca stripped weapons out on the kitchen table, metal clinking like punctuation in a language made only of war. The smell of oil and steel was thick enough to choke. It was home in the way scars are: ugly, permanent, familiar. Nico peeled off his jacket, his eyes never leaving me even when he was moving. “We don’t have much time. If Marco’s right, Umbra will start early. They like the dark because they think it makes them gods.”