Novel & Cerita Tatia Petrova

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

The name Dmitri gave me is Petra. Not Damon's sister. The other Petra, the one who has been at the compound's communal table for months, the senior crew member whose last name I have had on a personnel file since she was contracted eighteen months ago and whose history I ran through standard checks and found clean. She is thirty-two years old, raised alone by her mother in a city four hours from here. She came to the compound because the affiliate network had a position and she needed work.

“She is a slave, and she managed to get inside the Alpha’s head in less than a day… she is a threat to the order of the house, to you, me… everything that we know.” “She’s just a girl sold for debt,” Nikita protested. “She can’t be a threat…” “Do you know who else looked harmless when she first entered this house?” I asked. “Elena,” she said, looking down at her feet. “No… Dimitri would never allow that to happen again. He’s been broken enough by her, he is not going to repeat the same mistake.” “Dimitri is a man,” I said. “Men forget pain when desire touches it.”

"There's something about your wife that you probably don't know." Maxim's interest was piqued. "Tatiana? What is it?" Adrian chuckled lightly, feeling a bit regretful. If only Julian were there with him, he could see the expression on Maxim's face clearly. Not hearing Adrian’s voice for a while, Maxim furrowed his brow. "What are you trying to say? Hurry up, I have to go to the office tomorrow." "Got it." Adrian snapped back to reality, chuckling again before saying, "Tatiana is a world-renowned Go prodigy, known as 'Cloud

"You would know her; she lives in your parent's neighborhood and drops by every once in a while with a tray of cookies." "Tatiana?" Serafina realized who he was talking about, the breath nearly being knocked out of her. "Tatiana Canali?" She was only responded by a nod as Serafina let out a scoff of disbelief, never having thought that he would have found Tatiana. There was nothing wrong with her; the woman was a 27-year-old elementary school teacher, cute with shoulder-length hazel hair and rich chocolate eyes, a dimpled smile and a charismatic personality, and an even more pure heart. She was wonderful, Serafina had no doubt, but the thought of Alessio with her had bile rising in her throa

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Comfortably seated, the first course served by the servants, the silence was making everyone fidgety. "It's nice to have a guest this evening." Tio broke the silence trying to make a conversation, then grunted when Tia Juanita elbowed his ribs. "What?" He looked around him, puzzled. "I'm Catarina. El Patron's...friend. He calls me when he needs me." The sultry woman blurted out. Her manicured hand was on his bare forearm tracing his skin with her fingernail. Shocked at her suggestive words, everyone at the table looked at each other then their gaze returned to their meals immediately. Except for Dinara and Rafael who remained calm and seemingly unaffected.

They had never seen wealth like this. Elena Petrova, 22, from Russia — tall, pale-skinned with icy blue eyes and full breasts. Aisha Rahman, 23, from Malaysia — petite but curvaceous with golden-brown skin and long black hair. Isabella Costa, 24, from Brazil — athletic with sun-kissed skin, dangerous curves, and a wild spirit. The party started civilized — champagne, caviar, laughter. But as the night deepened, Victor’s true intentions emerged.

The maid is clearly confused and I, like the rest of the family, want to know what is really going on. Seated in the living room there is a blonde girl with blue eyes and rosy cheeks. She is tall, slim, and gorgeous. I feel something catch my throat. She is the same girl from the photograph I found on Dimitri’s desk. She is Tatiana Petrova. If there is any doubt, I just have to look around to see the expression on everyone’s face. It’s like they are seeing a ghost, which they kind of are...

Nikolay teased, entering the house “come on, Yaroslav, Lycan or not, the girl is a beauty” “Nikolay” Aunt Sienna teased, smiling at me. She winked and looked at my blushing malyshka who didn’t know what to respond “ignore my husband, he has been trying to calm Yaroslav down throughout most of the way, I’m Sienna, by the way, but just like everyone else, you will be calling my Aunt Sienna” “Alright” Scarlett said, laughing. “What would she be calling me?” Nikolay teased, crossing his arms over his chest “I feel completely ignored”