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25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I breathed, the name escaping in a voice thick with lust, one I barely recognized as my own. His eyes lifted to mine, dark and molten. He bent his head low, hovering just above one peaked nipple. “Yes, Mrs. Claire,” he murmured, the title soft now, almost teasing, before he closed his mouth over the sensitive bud, my back arched from the bed as I moaned out loud.

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?” I took a deep breath. “I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.” Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?” The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum.

But then it happened. A subtle touch. Not intentional—or maybe it was. I don’t know. He leaned closer to point at a number on the sheet. His hand brushed mine. Just a second. Barely noticeable. But my chest caught fire, my pulse sky-rocketed, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I wanted to pull away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. “You missed a zero here,” he said softly, his voice lower than before. “Double-check it.”

The other two obeyed. The driver and leader came towards her. Angela, covering her tits with both hands, instinctively backed away with a pace,her body shivering and wet with tears and sweat. He got to her front and stare into her eyes then down her bosom. “The exclusive bride of Antonio Montero, this would be an achievement indeed, I got to taste what that spoiled rich brat bride before his wedding night”. He said rubbing his erected organ which was still very much hidden under his pants.

I will be kissing those lips, an intrusive thought suddenly appeared, and I internally screamed at myself for thinking that because this is most likely an error–a glitch in the system–something that has never happened before. "Vivienne?" I still hear Amy and Bianca talking to me and I still don't answer them. My eyes are still on the picture, still on the screen that read: "Congratulations! You have been Matched with: Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee III His Royal Highness, the Prince Third in line for the Throne"

She screams into the phone, "Oh my god! That's the stuff romance novels are made from." "Yeah, I know and in a couple days, I am going to find out what he feels like buried deep inside of me. From now on, the last thing I will ever think about is Brad's face sucking on some woman's private parts. He has nothing on this man. He is tall dark and handsome, with a hint of mystery and just thinking about it is making me wet." I giggle and feel my face starting to blush at the mere thought of having him hilt deep inside of me.

My whole body was aching after doing those chores all day long, thank to that lady with her 50's gave me hot bag, otherwise I thought I will passed away because of those cramps. I found a book named Paradise by Juditch McNaught and the most shocking part was that this book is romantic novel, "Is this man read Romantic book, never. The man who don't even know how to talk to a girl, always flare up his nostril, can read romantic novel, No the hell no. Is might be a mistake."- Her mind screamed. As there was a knock, I looked at the direction of door and went shock, may be today was the day of shockingness. This man was none other than Mr. Taehyung Kensington, my pupil immediately burst out of

Chapter 221 ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile. As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.