The Italian Heartthrob Novels & Stories

“You came into his life, made him slow, very vulnerable, and deposited a great dose of human in him. He was totally unbeatable; no one ever challenged him until you showed up. Then he jumped into your arms and began missing important meetings. It didn't end there; he went as far as mixing in his decision-making. Chasing to win hearts instead of being loyal to catchy headlines.” “So I was used as his weakness without knowing it?” “No, that never happened,” he said, holding my gaze. “You were just a transparent mirror. And he foolishly couldn’t prevent himself from going after you by setting his eyes on you. That was because you made him feel what he thought was long gone and buried, emotions

Timothy Giannato is a twenty-nine-year-old Italian multimillionaire who no longer believes in love, not since his girlfriend of more than a year of relationship, was unfaithful with a co-worker. Now Timothy prefers to live life on his own terms, no strings attached, no love, no suffering.

And besides that he closed his heart for emotions such as love, a long time ago and went only in search of the female species when he was in need of one. Famous Italian mafia Don, notoriously known as the "Angel¨ (of death!") depending on the situation!.... 36 years of age, a handsome devil with the smile of an angel, if he wants too! Smoldering orbs who could make women's panties drop in seconds by a mere look of his, a sharp stumbled jawline, short dark hair in the neck with some longer strands on top of which women often loved to grab during sex…. A greek body to drool over with toned abs and a v-line to linger your

Chloe's POV Waah! This is amazing. I wonder if it exactly going to be a deal or something else. It's better not to be a trap. Why is he staring at me? I tilted my head and keep on the staring competition After staring for a good minute he spoke. "You may know who I am.", he said. "Of Course, I know. Dave Castello, the next mafia king and the current Vice President of the Castello Family's corporation. The one that White Current wants to work with."

came a rich voice from the other side of the door. The servant opened the door, and I wanted to gasp. This man had no shame, he was balls deep in Tiffany’s pussy and was pounding into her. “Cara mia, swallow my cock whole with that tight pussy of yours.” He groaned as her tits bounced underneath him. Then directed at us he said, “I’ll be with you three in a minute.” All we could do was stand there as this Italian man claimed her pussy right in front of us. I could smell that he was a hybrid, too. The only one of us that stood any kind of chance against him was Zepher.

I open my mouth, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, but Antonio arrives at our side, and I give him a fake smile. “It’s good to see you two as a united front.” He looks around. “That will silence the rumors and ruin the bets.” I frown. “The bets?” “That’s right. Some say you won’t last six months married,” he smiles cynically while Salvatore looks at him like he wants to rip his head off. “Others bet not even a month.” “And which group are you in, Morelli?” Salvatore questions, maintaining a bored expression. It’s astonishing how this man can change his facade in the blink of an eye. It’s almost creepy.

He affirmed in Italian language which meant. "I'll fuck you so hard till you cry Misses!" His voice sounded so familiar at this point that it made me recall when I had gone to apply for a Job in a company. I paused for a moment and focused my gaze on his face, still touching him then I realised one thing. "The Dreadest Billionaire in Italy" I gasped as I took a step backwards in fear which he noticed but ignored. "I bet you are scared of me now you know my identity huh" He smirked sadly as he came closer to me with his arms wrapped around my waist and his eyes all moist.

“Let me take care of you. Both of you. Let me make this right.” My hands moved of their own accord, sliding up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. His heart was racing. Just like mine. “Can you trust me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “How?” The question came out broken. “How will we get out of this? How should I trust you when everything about this is wrong?” “Non ho mai pensato di essere messo in ginocchio da una piccola cosa come te.” The Italian rolled off his tongue like silk. Dark. Beautiful. Incomprehensible.

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

He stopped right at the front entrance, killing the engine but leaving the headlights on, cutting two bright paths into the darkness. In the dim glow of the dashboard, his features looked like they were carved from shadow. “A boyfriend,” he repeated, the word sounding like a curse in his low, husky Italian accent. “He thinks he has a claim to you because he’s in your head and he’s sharing your secret.” Vito leaned over, his hand sliding higher up her thigh, pulling her attention sharply back to him. “Do you enjoy it when he fuck you, or what is it exactly about him that qualifies him as your boyfriend?”