Rosa Salazar Sexy Novels & Stories

The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, makes your jaw drop and makes you want to fuck. “Great! Fucking great!” “Salvatore!” Rosa called out, but I kept walking. Even better, it gives me more reasons to fucking reject her. What will I be doing with a witch, anyway?

she said, her voice dripping with seduction. She was a seductress, fueled by her own desires. "Whore", he insulted her, pushing back her advances. Undeterred, Rosa smiled, her eyes filled with satisfaction. Suddenly, Ryan's expression changed. Fueled by his anger, he reached for his belt and swiftly brought it down on Rosa's exposed skin, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. "Ah, just how I love it... rough," she moaned, almost enjoying the pain he inflicted upon her.

What the hell was the moon goddess thinking, when she bound me to a woman with such facial features? 'And to think we are yet to see her body. I'm already sure it would be divine', My wolf mused. 'You are such a pervert, and I would be forced to block you out soon', I warned, and he instantly went mute. I thought as much. Just then my eyes fell back on Rosa, and I noticed her speaking with Hazel MacQuoid. She had this inexplicable glow in her eyes, and that was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on her. What I just hadn't seen coming..... was my pants suddenly getting too tight to contain my cock.

"And who is this vision of loveliness? Surely this is Persephone herself, stolen from the world above to grace our underworld with her beauty." I felt heat rise in my cheeks at the extravagant compliment, but Salvatore stepped protectively between us. "This is Rosa, my assistant," he said firmly. "She's here on business matters only." Ruggero's eyes twinkled with mischief as he studied Salvatore's defensive posture. "Ah, but what exquisite taste you have in assistants, amico. Though I suspect her duties extend beyond filing paperwork." "Careful, Ruggero." The warning in Salvatore's voice was unmistakable, but the larger man seemed unperturbed. He executed an elaborate bow in my direction.

Rose interrupts. “Wow! The new Rosalia Nuñes is something else. Who do you think you are talking to me like that?” Demetria says, covering the phone with a hand. “Babe, I have to go.” She stomps out. And Rose slams the door shut.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He dragged the silk of her dress upward, the fabric bunching at her hips. Rosa leaned back, supporting her weight on her palms as her chest heaved. Her face was flushed, her lips parted and swollen from his hungry kiss, and her eyes remained hooded with a hazy, intoxicating desire. To him, she looked like a masterpiece—the most enchanting vision of ruin and beauty. He was starving for her, and no matter how much he took, he couldn't get enough.

Rafael's face twisted in rage as he yelled, "What do you want, Rosalina?" The sound of his voice echoed off the warehouse walls, making Rosalina's smile seem even more sinister. Rosalina's smile never wavered, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. "Oh, Rafael," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "I want what's rightfully mine. I want the power, the control, the respect. And I'll stop at nothing to get it."

Three dots appeared instantly. SOFIA: WHAT WOMAN. Me: Rosa. A full ten seconds passed. Then— SOFIA: THE Rosa??? SOFIA: Public dating rumor Rosa??? SOFIA: OH MY GOD.

Rosa, the Palace healer…clung to the wall for balance, her cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls. Her breath came in gasps as he pushed deeper and harder. “You like this, don’t you?” Cross growled in her ear. “This isn’t Zod. I’m bigger than him. You wanted it, so take it.” His filthy words made Rosa moan even louder. Her body trembled with overstimulation, every nerve set ablaze. “Please… have mercy… I didn’t know y…” she tried to speak, but another powerful thrust robbed her of breath and words.

"Put that down, Inés. You don’t know what you’re playing with." "Neither do you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Alonso Delgado wouldn’t know about secret passages. Wouldn’t lie about who screamed. Wouldn’t come out of a wall with blood on his hands." He said nothing. She moved toward him, poker still raised. "Who are you?" Silence stretched between them. And then he smiled. But it wasn’t Alonso’s smile. It was colder. Crueler. More dangerous. "You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that."