Sinful Life Of The Emperor Novels & Stories

Her life turned upside down when one night she broke one of her rules and slept with the most deadliest man she can ever encounter, unintentionally. Lorenzo Bianchi, has everything, from riches to women, from wealth to control. At the young age of twenty-seven, he has achieved what is described as nearly impossible for rest. He’s the kind of man who can put a bullet through your head before you could even take a breath. Looks of a God and eyes of the devil, he rules darkest alleys of hell.

She was also injected to loose her memory then so she had no idea whom she is, what her past life was like, what her name was. This was the second time she will be setting her face on the emperor, the emperor is an old man who was in his eighties yet he looked strong and agile. The emperor had put the blame of the death of his five sons on her. The emperor spoke, "I still can't believe such a tiny woman killed my five soms!" For years, the emperor had kept Brigitta in the dungeon with the hope to pass her sentence soon, but he had been busy with other political affairs. But today, he remembered her case and asked for her to be brought. He was ready to sentence her to death by hanging.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

“I touched myself last night.” Silence. She leaned forward, letting her voice drop to a sultry whisper. “Do I tell you the details, Father?” A shift in his breathing. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” “But what if I want to share them?” “You must reflect on your sins in silence.” “Silence didn’t help me last night,” she murmured. “I kept thinking about hands. Big hands. Strong ones. Holding me down. Forcing my legs apart. And I came so hard I had to bite my pillow.”

And somehow… That made this even more dangerous. Because this was no longer just an attraction. It felt deeper than that. More emotional. More consuming. His hand brushed gently along my thigh again but this time they didn't wonder around they went straight into my swollen pussy that was already dripping wet while his dark eyes held mine completely captive. “Sebastian” I moaned his name loudly “You like that princess,” he whispered roughly. “Yes “I moaned loudly. He kept thrusting into me hard and fast with his fingers till I reached my orgasm I cum all over his fingers and he placed his fingers on his lips and licked them.

“You are a good orator, Arian. I admit that. But this debate cannot be won by speeches alone.” “Then by what?” “By truth. Do you know why I became your father’s protégé?” Arian was silent. Emilie stepped closer. Her voice trembled with suppressed tears. “Because my father died on your father’s orders. I was six years old when my father got into trouble with someone in Dubai. Your father could have saved him, but he didn’t. Because my father knew certain secrets. Afraid those secrets might leak, your father had him eliminated.” Arian was stunned. “I didn’t know that.”