Romansa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Teresa said, Robb smirked and said, “ But first which one of you would like to be his new master?” They all had their eyebrows raised and then Dove asked, “ His new master? ” “ Don't tell me... ” Amaria said and facepalmed, Teresa completed her sentence and said, “ You want to rewrite the contract inscribed in the slave rune” “ Yes ” Robb replied, “If that's the only way then I will be his master,” Amaria said, ' She refused before but now just to help me she's willing to do it, My lady you're really something, ' the Hybrid thought even though his face didn't show it, he was really happy.

VIDA When I removed the robe ,I realized that Kingston did not give me shorts to wear .I'm sure he will not let me leave this room.I'm I supposed to wear this without pants or shorts? I wore his t-shirt.And it smells like Kingston.It smells good .I opened the door of the washroom and saw Kingston with his laptop.I guess he is working. "Kingston"I called and he turned ,his gaze ran through my body.And his gaze fell on my chest .Then his gaze went to my thighs.Those cold blue eyes.

" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."

“Did I mention the wine was called Louis when I spoke with you on the phone?” He tried to recall. “No.” “Weird! How would Francis know that’s the name then?” “Perhaps… someone else mentioned it to him before or he’s seen it on the TV?” he guessed. “No way! The packaging was written all in French. A person who doesn’t speak the language wouldn’t have recognized it even if they’ve heard of it before!” He gave this some serious thought. “Francis is a strange character. He’s been living among the poor lower class for years but there’s this calm and cultured elegance in him. He’s not like your Average Joe.”

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

Caelum helped me inside the car, and in no time, we're moving towards the mountaintop where the Palazzo is. I closed my eyes for the rest of the ride, feeling a bit nervous as the Rover ascended the mountain up a zig-zaggy road. I'm not sure if I'm thankful that it's dark out and I can't see if we're near the edge, or that it's worse. "Don't ya worry, Princess. I'll get us safely to ter top! I know this place like the back ' mah hands," the driver said, probably seeing me close my eyes whenever the ride got a little bumpy.

Her hands fight for a hold on my back as her tits rub against my chest. Her eagerness, her willingness is going to send me over the edge. But I need to get her there first. “You want to come on this cock, Moya Roza?” “Please,” she begs, and I feel the plea in my dick. Next time she begs me, it’s gonna be from her knees. I move my mouth until my lips are just brushing against hers. “Please, who?” I demand. “Who am I?” She tries to pull me closer. “You’re my Roman .”

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

But none expected what they saw now. Bianca entered first, her gown a deep wine red that shimmered like spilled power. Matteo followed, not behind her but beside her. Two thrones stood on the dais where once there had been one. The murmurs rippled like wind through dry grass. Bianca raised a hand, and silence fell. “For years,” she began, her voice calm but resonant, “the Romano legacy was one of blood and fear. We ruled through dominance. We survived through violence. And though it built us an empire, it nearly destroyed us all.”

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.