Romans & histoires Spicy Chapters In King Of Greed

"Mmn!~ I love your cock so much. I want it inside me every hour of each day. Oh fuck~ Daddy, pound me faster, engrave your name in my honeyed depths with your big, fat dick of unrighteous fucking... Oh fuck~" "Mmmmmn~ Yeah, fuck me, Daddyyy! Ohh~! Aw~ H-uhh~ Aaa-argh~ Aaaaah~!!" A/n: Thanks for reading. Sorry for the late updates, I haven't been feeling well. Same as now, but I can't keep your Majesties underfed. So, here's one. I hope you liked this chapter. I'm not very good at spicy scenes, but I did my best and will continue to improve.

The first chapter sets the tone: Tshepo’s secret gambling problem begins to intertwine with family tensions, creating ripples that will affect everyone. Chapter 1 – Tshepo’s Gamble (Expanded) Tshepo sat at the edge of the small table in his apartment, the weight of another week’s losses pressing down on him. The cards lay scattered, remnants of the late-night gambling sessions he’d promised himself would end “just this once.” The numbers on the receipt from the betting shop seemed to mock him: debts he couldn’t ignore, lies he couldn’t untangle, and a future that felt increasingly unstable.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, maybe you're right if you would have followed your first mind and stayed dead she could still be here. It's amazing you could convince other people to do your bidding but you couldn't convince her to save her own life." I covered my ears with my hands. His voice continued to vibrate in my head. I wasn't going to let him get to me. "You see, the Gattani family doesn't take too kindly with people taking advantage of their generosity. You could have had the world at your fingertips but you got greedy. Don't you know money is the root to all evil?" "Shut up!" "My, my, my I told you to eat. They say people get grouchy when they haven't eaten.

Marco De Luca. "So, this is the prize," Marco purred, walking a slow, predatory circle around my metal chair. "The fire who managed to melt the ice in Karlo Valtteri's chest. I must admit, when my scouts told me the Don was keeping a woman in his private estate, I laughed. I thought it was a rumor. A myth." He stopped right in front of me, leaning down so his shadow completely swallowed me. "But watching him on the wire just now... listening to his voice crack as he threatened to erase my bloodline? It was beautiful. You’ve turned the King into a beggar, sweetheart."

Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore. Then he lifts me back up. Air rushes into my lungs. I cough and gulp, heart racing. His arms stay locked around me, solid and close. I’m pressed against him, chest to chest, and all I can breathe in is Dominic Vance. Spice. Heat. Bergamot and hot pepper. The scent sinks into me and makes everything worse. The fire in my chest doesn’t calm. It grows. He watches me closely, eyes slow and intent, then drags his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the moment.

"I'll make whoever laughs at me go bankrupt. Oh, right, there's a video you should see." Ethan carried me to the desk and opened a file on the computer. The video showed a presidential suite. Sean and Anita were kissing deeply while confessing to each other. "Anita, tell me, does your husband touch you like this, too?" Under Sean's advances, Anita sounded soft and dazed. "He's not as good as you." Heavy breathing and intimate sounds echoed around us, and I could not help sighing. "Well now, it's getting a little hot in here."

This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills. My loyal reader. My number one fan. Thank you so much❤️ Chapter 44 Hael Moore. Something wasn't right. Right under my nose, I could smell it. Beneath the layers of my hairy skin, I could sense it. I could taste it at the tip of my tongue– A build-up. Like something was about to happen. Something sinister. Something destructive. Something terrifying. All wrapped in three words– Blood. Death. Sacrifice.

When I talk low, men listen. Vittorio answered. He always knew the numbers. “Two million, Don. Gone. Product and cash both. Cops took it.” Two million. Gone. I could feel Pedro and Alexandro looking at me. Waiting to see if I’d break something. I didn’t. I rolled the glass between my hands instead. “Money can be made,” I said. “That’s not the problem.” Vittorio’s eyes met mine. He was old, but his eyes were still sharp. “No, Don. The problem is why they were there.”

I wave for them to begin speaking. The talk turns quickly to business, shipments, weapons, drugs, and the control of territory in Sicily. They want more. They want to control everything, spread their influence into my city. Greedy fucks. “No,” I say, my voice like ice, cutting through the room with ease. “Sicily is mine. No territory will be sold or shared with the Russians. Not now, not ever. You think you can move in here and take what’s mine, like some street-level punks?” I lean forward, the cold fury in my eyes making their leader falter. “I run this city. And no one fucks with that. Not you, not anyone.”

The king asked, narrowing their icy eyes on Xavier now. Xavier gave a low chuckle, and I could almost feel the way I knew he was cocking his eyebrow at the king with that cold, calculating smile on his full lips. "Well, if you hadn't been busy trying to get your hands on Ari, maybe you would know the answer to your question." I could almost hear the hint of a growl at the back of Xavier's words and instantly felt the tension pull tight between the two men as they eyed each other. "I see the general wasn't wrong when he said you don't know your place, boy." The king grinned as he raised an eyebrow at Xavier. "Careful, I would hate to have to kill someone of your caliber for treason due to a t