Rottmnt Donnie X Reader Novels & Stories

Valentino embraced me from behind, his chin resting in the crook of my neck. "What are you looking at?" "The news." I handed the tablet to him. On the screen was a small, unremarkable headline. [Former Mafia Don Lorenzo Bartoli Arrested on Multiple Counts of Murder and Money Laundering. Informant Revealed to Be His Mistress Sofia Finzi. Sources Report Sofia Gave Birth to a Stillborn Child in Prison and Has Since Been Committed to a Psychiatric Hospital.] Valentino gave it one look before throwing the tablet into the ocean.

"Don Fontana, Alessia faked a pregnancy and even kept three fire-breathing monsters as pets. I was just cleaning house for you." Lorenzo ignored her and crouched down to look at me. Then, he placed a hand on my shoulder and softly brushed aside the blood-soaked hair that was stuck to my face. "Does it hurt?" he asked. I was stunned. Was this murderous Don actually asking me if my injuries hurt? "...I'm fine," I replied, putting up a brave front. He shot me a look, then suddenly scooped me up off the ground and held me in his arms.

Amber says, practically drooling over Kayno as he nudges Z's arm. "You guys, I kid you not, he knows how to get it done. If someone asked me who the best dick I've ever had came from, it would be him." Riley says, nodding her head. "I think we're making Dionne a little upset. You know she can't get any for a while until she heals." Camara says. Distracted, looking at Xavier's hands and the way he pushes his hips forward and pulls his sweatpants down a little, I come back from my trance and I respond.

I flipped, a bit too frustrated. “Oh yeah?” Donni spoke. “Then what do you do in your spare time?” "I read," I replied, hoping my answer would somehow help the argument. Donni and Levi shared a look, both trying to hold back their reaction, but they both failed miserably and burst into laughter. “Did you catch that? She reads,” Donni smacked the table as if I was the first person in the universe to read a book. "What do you like to read?" Levi tried being nice again.

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

RATED SCENES AHEAD SO PLEASE IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE OR COMFORTABLE WITH SMUTS, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU. Aria's POV. "Hmm." I moaned as I rubbed Don Luciano's hot semen from my chest to all over my nipples properly, fondling and stroking them as he watched me with a lustful gaze. His dick hardened at the sight of me touching myself as I completely took off my top, which was almost soiled with cum.

“Oh, that’s new. Wilbet only ever buys you ugly tulips. These are…” She plucked a rose, pressing her nose against it. “... expensive.” “Must be from the club committee,” I said quickly. “We’re hosting a fundraiser next week.” Cass gave a low, amused laugh. “Club committee? You sure it’s not someone who’s actually seen you smile?” I shot her a look. “Oh, don’t play coy or dumb with me, Aziza. You and I both know these aren’t from Wilbet. These are from someone. Dare I say... special?

She said to herself. He extended his hand to hold hers. “I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me and return to me.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. She moves her hand away from him. “I think we are done here, Xander.” She clamored. MEANWHILE... In the Monroe Mansion. Riktor was talking to one of his private investigators. "So she let Donnie go and start taunting Denise?" Riktor asks. The investigator nods. Riktor starts laughing. "Hannah Smith is terrifying. I wonder how my son would react if he knew about this."

In the end the commotion seemed to disturb Bianca, and she got out of the car, annoyed. Her lips were still smudged with lipstick from the kiss, and on her hand she wore the Donna's ring Lucian had once promised me. After hearing what had happened, she let out a scornful laugh. "It's just a piece of furniture. I don't want it anymore." Then she glanced at my blood-covered face with disgust and snapped impatiently. "Get moving. The Don's in a good mood today and doesn't want to see blood." In that moment I wanted to lunge at her and tear her apart with my teeth, but instead I was shoved into a car.

The Don’s voice. Not the former Don. Tonight Romano Virelli was the Don again. Standing beside his son. “We bring her home,” Romano said. The room absorbed it. Victor was already on the phone. Dante was already working. Matteo appeared in the doorway — he had been in the next room, close enough to hear, far enough to give them space — and looked at his brother. Luca looked back. Matteo said nothing. He crossed the room. He sat down at the table.