Novel & Cerita Seducing The Godfather

I resume my wandering, letting my words hang in the air like toxic smoke. “But you know what? I'm going to tell you something. » I stop by the window, looking out at the dark street outside. My reflection in the window gives me the image of a different man. Softer. Almost vulnerable. “Over the last few weeks…” I pause, savoring the drama. " I fell in love. » A stunned silence greets my declaration. I turn around, a strange smile on my lips. “Yes, you heard correctly. I, Santino, the big bad godfather of the mafia, fell in love. »

And that was Gemma's assessment of Jason. Everything went quiet outside the door. Then, I heard Jason close the door and he walked into the study. "Jason… You're quite scheming," I teased at him, handing him a cup of coffee. "Same to you." Jason took a sip. "But I'll be the bad guy. I'm the one who seduced you." "Don't forget, I know everything." Being evenly matched in a relationship felt much easier. I no longer had to put him first in everything like I used to with Samuel.

He devoured me. Nipping my bottom lip so that I opened to him, then possessing me with ease. I had no defences against his masterful seduction, my body swayed closer to his and he tightened his grip pressing his hardening cock against my softness. My hands moved of their own violation, snaking up into the thick blue/black curls that hung over the collar of his crisp white shirt my fingers entangled themselves in the silky strands tugging his head down to prolong the kiss. I was lost, my whole body lighting up to his touch, my nipples pebbled into hard points pressing against his chest and he

“Now I’m going to make sure you never forget who you really want.” Cedric moaned, fingers digging into falcone’s back. Tears still leaked from the corners of his eyes but his hips pushed up to meet every thrust. The TV was still on in the living room. He could picture Rivera’s face. The guilt ate at him even as pleasure ripped through his body. Falcone fucked him hard and slow, whispering filthy promises in his ear the whole time. “You’re going to call him tomorrow and end it. You’re going to tell him you belong to me. Say it.”

I didn't wait for his response before I was out the door, running down the stairs and straight toward the valet. “Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+,” I finished. The valet looked confused which honestly wasn't my problem right now. I'd just asked for Kade's car and if there was one thing I needed, it was speed and the guards won't follow. “My name is Kiara Salvatore, the Godfather's wife.” I tightened my grip on my bag and held his gaze. “I don't think you want him finding out you denied me something. Do you want to explain that to him yourself, or should I call my husband?”

Plans I'd written myself, of course, in Camille's childish handwriting that I'd spent months practicing to forge. Suddenly, their precious younger daughter wasn't ready for college. I needed time to "find herself." Needed to stay close to home where they could watch her. Where I could watch her. I took another sip of champagne, savoring the moment. Because this was what I'd really wanted all along. Not Stefan, he was just a useful pawn. Not the Lewis fortune, though that would come in time. No, what I wanted was to watch perfect, precious Camille finally break. To see her realize that everything she thought she had family, love, security, had been built on my lies.

Shit! _____ ANDRA “Godfather, fuck me, please,” I whispered again, growing even more aroused when I felt how hard he was. I glanced at him and noticed his jaw tightening as he drove. Somehow, it only made me feel more excited about him. I leaned my head against the window again and closed my eyes. I remembered how my godfather had licked my pearl. My hand instinctively moved to one of my breasts, gently squeezing and kneading it. My other hand slid down toward my pearl, and I began to rub it. Soft moans escaped my lips, and my back arched at the sensations I was giving myself.

The surgery, the guns, Leti's transformation, and the fight in the garage. Piper's mouth fell open. "Wait. Stop. Back up." She held up a hand, her psychologist brain kicking into overdrive. "Your one-night stand... the man you paid to sleep with you... is Leti's father?" I nodded, wiping my nose. "Yes.” “And he is the mafia Don of east Naples?" "Yes." Piper blinked, her eyes wide. "Oh my God. Brandy. This is bad! ." "I didn't know who he was!" I cried, the tears starting again. "I didn't know any of this!"

The one that usually bothers my head came out purring and told me in a mocking, cloying tone. "Baby, I have to admit it but this guy is a God and he knows very well what he does... he just fascinates me and has me as captivated as you, at least his physique because man baby the guy is a fucking son of a bitch, look at how he is looking at us, what the hell does he think he is a superior being enlightened and touched by God himself? react affection and show him that all his beauty and divine body matter to you three hectares of pure and wonderful shit " After this super ninja kick that I gave myself, I managed to take my eyes off the exquisite Adonis and look at Cristina who was still looking

His right hand moved up to caress Siena’s cheek. “What have you done to me, Cherry? Why I was like captivated every time I’m close to you?” he whispered seductively. Siena couldn’t believe her ears, because it was the other way round for her. Alfonso was the one who captivated her, seduced her into an irresistible desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face closer.