Novel & Cerita Spicy Chapters In King Of Greed

He starts reviewing numbers, but he keeps one hand on my ankle under the duvet. Ciro sits in the armchair by the window, cleaning his gun. The rhythmic click-clack of the metal is a lullaby I have grown used to. Spadino sprawls at the foot of the bed, returning to his pirate Duke. "Chapter four," Spadino reads aloud. "The bodice ripped." I lie there. I am warm. I am clean. I am fed. I am protected by the three most dangerous men in Italy. And for the first ten minutes, it is heaven.

Stifled laughter, ironic applause follow me as he ascends a staircase, his assured steps echoing on the wood. Shame is an acid that flows through my veins. Hotter than latex, sharper than handcuffs. I am the echo of the screams they tore from me, the taste of semen and dried tears on my skin, the living memory of violation and forced pleasure. The door opens and then slams shut with a dull thud, suddenly isolating the world. The noise of the party becomes a distant murmur, muffled. The air changes. It is cooler, calmer. I sense leather, wood, and… sandalwood. His scent.

“I have always adored and respected you but today I understood that all glitters are not gold. You filthy businessmen can only play with the feelings and emotions of a person. For you everything in your life is nothing but a DEAL!“, I yelled with tears streaming down my face and stormed off the conference hall without sparing a single glance at that beast. But I could feel his eyes boring holes in my body from behind. ~~~❤~~~ End of twelfth chapter. Thank you guys. Do vote for my book and leave comments 🥰 and also follow me for updates. I will update the next chapter by tomorrow so till then.... Love you all.💞

He wiggled his eyebrows, grinning with mischief. A slanted gaze was my reply. “You will be one hundred dollars poorer after this day, then.” “You must be really pissed off about seeing your alpha in that meeting, huh?” Spade teased. I pursed my lips. “That obvious?” “Look at you, you’re cooking. I’ve never seen you in a kitchen before,” Spade said. The spatula I was holding paused from stirring the garlic and pepper in the skillet. “But please continue. That smells amazing, and I’m starving.”

Hushed whispers. "That’s nonsense!" Kingsley barked, his face turning red. "You want to bleed us dry?!" Vespara tilted her head, unfazed. "Mr. Kingsley, you have hundreds of millions in wealth. If you're taxed even a few tens of millions, it won’t harm you. You will still dine off gold plates and sleep on silk sheets. But if the pack collapses, if our soldiers weaken and our doctors quit, what will your wealth be worth then? Right now, we don’t need greed. We need unity."

POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 16. Ignazio’s Pov. The room went silent for a while, as I realized that I had spilled too much yet again and was now losing control. My mood was off and my inner felt so fucking hot. This was pure torture. Having her under the same roof, yet unable to have her is pure torture.

Its worn leather cover hinted at a long history, whispering promises of hidden knowledge within its pages. With trembling anticipation, the spies carefully retrieved the book from its resting place. Its weight felt heavy in their hands, a tangible reminder of the secrets it held. They retreated to a secluded corner of the library, their excitement palpable. Flipping through the yellowed pages, they discovered a treasure trove of Xavier's kingdom's darkest secrets. The book revealed whispered rumors, clandestine alliances, and the intricate web of power that lay beneath the surface of the kingdom. It was a goldmine of information, a key that could unlock the secrets that had remained hidden f

[This... is not the end. Not when there’s still a story aching to be told. These next chapters belong to Grace Blackwood. Who has been there since the beginning. To the one unloved... To the one unseen... To the broken... To the Unwanted Grace... ...This is her story.] Chapter 77: Disgust The room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices as men in sharp suits and gold watches discussed matters that decided the fate of cities. Deals were being made. Alliances were being tested. The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different.

About seeing how far I’d bend before I snapped. The rules were simple but he had a knack for making sure I lost more often than not. Every time I did he filled my glass higher. I tried to pace myself but his stare across the table was hypnotic. The man knew how to make the walls feel like they were closing in and there was nowhere to run. My grip on logic weakened with each glass. I knew he was trying to peel away the layers when he leaned in and asked, “Tell me, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?”

I came across a story titled “Play with Me, Mr. Billionaire.” “Hmmm! This seems like a fun read,” I said to myself and began reading. I got so hooked by the lead characters' craziness that I burst out laughing. Who wouldn’t? The female lead’s panties had GOOD MORNING written on them—good thing it didn’t say EAT ME! Each chapter was full of wild and exciting scenes. I kept spending all my coins and rewards just to keep reading. Eventually, I started whining because I was already at the piggyback chapter, but I ran out of coins.