Romansa Novels & Stories

“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.

She corked it open and poured some of the red wine into the glass. Carmen hated hearing that Roman was messing around with the maid of the twins. She hated it not just because it was like he as cheating on her but because it had to be the one she hated the most. Carmen hated Rose because she felt Rose was acting too proud and acted like she owned the whole place when in fact it was Roman. She also didn't like how Roman gave the maid too much power.

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Roman says sitting. "He likes expensive food. He only eats organic. He is rough in the intimate department. He likes to put bruises on you. He dyes his hair, which is natural brown, and sometimes grows out his facial hair. He got a rich grandma who thinks he walks on water. She gives him money. Her name is Elsie Good, "Rose spits out. "Any scars or tattoos?"Roman asks. He is texting someone. "He got dragons on his back and roses on his chest. He is a violent man, "she sighs sadly. The bags under her eyes are still there even after twenty-two hours of straight sleep.