Novel & Cerita Santana X

"Mmmmmmm....." I begin to hum. I squeeze my eyes shut, shifting my body weight on my knees, and grab her hips tighter. I feel myself getting close to the orgasm I'm chasing. Suddenly, the door flies open, breaking me of my rhythm. "What the fuck, man?" I shout, as Darren Pumin struts through the door. "Sorry. I thought you were done." "Santos." Sasha reaches between her legs and strokes her clit. "Keep going, Santos. I'm so close."

He walked over and he was in front of me in a second. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and intimidating, far from what he looks like. I whimpered, "Xanthe..." The guy's forehead creased. "How do you know my name? I'm Sandy, and I'm asking," He took a step forward. "Who are you?" "Xanthe." I placed a hand on my chest. "Yes? What is it? Does your chest hurt?" I shook my head. "No, Xanthe is Xanthe." I tapped my chest twice while looking at his eyes.

The old woman said, raising her voice and staff up. Susannah found it easy and decided to do it since she knew Eddie never for once showed any atom of love for her. She could easily let go and find herself another guy but for now, redeeming herself and letting go of the darkness inside her is her priority. She needs to get back to the team and apologize. "I accept " she finally blurted out and the old woman stretched her staff towards her and started chanting some spells. Everywhere was shaking and the dark spirit inside Susannah started leaving till she passed out.

His hand was on my shoulder when the door opened with a bang and an angry looking Salvatore walked in. “What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?” His eyes were on me but his words were directed at Dante whose face was filled with pure joy. “My Mexican girlfriend for a piece of him. It’s fair trade.” “Talk about him like that and I’ll forget we’re best friends." Salvatore grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “It’s time to leave.” “Wait—” I looked at Dante for help but he shrugged, giving me a little way as Salvatore dragged me out.

“Wow!” “Yes. And I am supposed to meet him finally…whoever is this Santa, on Christmas! I loved him!” I replied. “You said you Loved him, don’t you love him anymore?” Stanley asked. “I—I ..I don’t know anymore! I think I still love him…but I am not so sure as I was two months ago!”

’ speeches… She drained hot chocolate from her large ‘Rudolf the Reindeer’ mug and stood, padding across the wooden floor in her socks and slippers to restart the Frank Sinatra album. Maybe it was wrong that she was in such a good mood, newly divorced and absolutely alone on Christmas… but she was. She wanted to be happy. And right now, Mr. Sinatra, stimulating romance novels, and copious amounts of hot chocolate were all she needed to be happy. And, maybe later, Mr. ‘Great Scott’.

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

“No, it’s better this way. Now, can we change the subject? Please?” Thankfully, Hunter walks back into the room at that moment. “Okay, they are both settled. I gave them the tour. San said she’d take care of Connor’s wounds.” I nod my head. “Good, they can use the sleep.” Hunter settles in the chair next to mine and says, “Connor and I will look through the thumb drive tomorrow. Hopefully, we’ll find something interesting. In the meantime, you should take Santana shopping tomorrow and buy her some clothes. The only clothing we have available is for men. She’s hot, but no woman wants to walk around in men’s clothing.” He mutters with a sly grin. I want to punch him in the face at that moment.

I heaved a satisfied sigh. Luciano took his long finger out of me and took off his pant accompanied by each fabric on his body. I openly gaped at his strong sculptured abs, he was like a hot-hot sexy man. His thick body himself was so sex appealing that I felt like he sparked a fire in my vagina. adjusting himself above me while kissing me. He leaned on me and kissed me deeper while pinning my hands above my head.

“Exactly. Holly and I talk about oolong and chamomile. We debate steeping times. We once spent an hour ranking herbal blends by emotional impact.” I stared. “That’s… disturbingly wholesome.” “She’s like family,” Santino said. “I swear on my nonna’s biscotti recipe.” I nodded slowly. “Okay.” Santino leaned back, then hesitated. “I’ve actually started seeing someone,” he said. Dante perked up. “Wait, what?” Santino smiled. “Her name’s Giulia. She’s a violinist. Smart, sarcastic, and she thinks my job is ‘mysteriously boring.’”