The Italian Heartthrob Novels & Stories

The type he fucked personally? The thought alone made my jaw tighten as I gripped Darcy’s arm and turned her toward the stairs. I needed air, and a drink. I needed to not think about Tomas and Mask in the same fucking bed. Tomas was all muscle and quiet stares, but he was Italian perfection wrapped in leather. I’d heard rumors whispered at clubs and locker rooms, stuff about how Italian men were not only possessive lovers, but patient and skilled ones. And if Mask had been getting that…

The kiss deepened, years of familiarity blending with a quiet hunger that had never truly faded. Soraya’s fingers curled into his shirt as Vittorio lifted her effortlessly, her soft gasp swallowed by his mouth. Despite his age, his strength was undeniable—his energy unmatched by men far younger than him. Vittorio Vitelli was power incarnate. The former Italian don still carried authority in every movement, every touch, every breath he took.

His deep Italian rumble made my insides flutter, when he speaks in this tone, it's hard to identify him with the man who had me chained in his office, subjecting me to a whole bunch of twisted things. Things that made my pussy throb with need, things I enjoyed but I'd rather die than admit it, Stefano De Luca was messing with my brain and I didn't like it a bit. " I wasn't crying, I just had something in my eye" I bluffed " I know you're lying little kitty" He breathed against my ear. " And someday, I'm going to make you unravel" His hands rested on the neckline of my dress, he tugged it lower and pressed a burning kiss on my collarbone, I sucked in a sharp breath,his warm tongue moved upwar

'' Tina says smiling ''They are Italians, at least what dropped the drink on me is! His name is Marco.'' I say, drinking some of my drink. ''great, I didn I imagined is he so hot! Did you know that Italians are reputed to be great in bed? They say they are the best and are well-endowed!'' Tina says, getting excited ''Do you know him? I ask, lifting up an eyebrow. ''Of course not! I researched'' Tina says. ''HAHAHA, only you who research this kind of thing'' I say, having a loud laugh

This wasn’t a dream… “Oh, God,” Hailee gasped. “Alessandro… No!” “Sì, piccola… (Italian for ‘yes, baby’)” He was suddenly looming over her, his face dark with passion, mouth full and moist from the mayhem he had just been creating with his tongue. “You’re mine… All mine…”

I asked, trying my best to sound offended instead of nervous. “Of other girls, throwing themselves at me of course” he said looking at me “if I were you I would be jealous too.” “Good thing you're not me then.” “Let's dance”, he said, drawing me closer to him. His hands moved lower on my waist. “Or you don't want to?” I swallowed hard not knowing what to say. It was like my senses had suddenly left my body. Then his phone rang. He released his hold on me and picked up. “Sir Raymond, we have a problem. Please come down to the company right now.”

she bites down on her bottom lip hoping he has something meaningful to say this time, while fighting back the huge to cry. " How are those two old men doing ?" He picked up his penknife and started spinning it around, his eyes darkened dangerously, making the room temperature drop to its lowest degree. His sudden change of Dominion made Judith shiver involuntarily, as she hurriedly passed him a flashdrive. " Here is the latest update I just received from our men in Italy. Both of them ran out of cash,so they ended up collecting a big loan from an organization that deals with illegal stuff. " Judith narrated to the man who was busy inserting the drive into his system.

"Isabella?" He says my name with that Italian accent that I love so much. My heart is hurting with him being here but it's also kicking me for not feeling like I could be honest with him to begin with. "Yes?" I answer. "I want to kiss you so bad. I want to take you to bed and I want to lay with your head on my chest. I want you to hear how fast my heart is beating. Because right now it's beating so fast I feel like it might explode"

“Ladies and gentlemen—put your hands together for the one and only… KAI!” Kai walked out in a sleek outfit, waving with his signature smile. He took his seat, crossing his legs. “So,” the host leaned in, “the world can’t stop talking about you. New album, sold-out shows, and—” dramatic pause “—your love life.” The audience oohed. Kai chuckled. “I knew that was coming.” “Fans are convinced there’s someone special,” the host pressed. “Care to confirm or deny?” Kai tilted his head. “Let’s just say… my heart is inspired lately.”

For I can't help falling in love with you Once the last line of the song is sung he spins me around before he kisses me. Once we pull apart I give him a hug and we stay like that for a moment. Everything felt right, it was where it needed to be. It's a surprise to me that I even fell in love with a Mafia boss. But what can I say, Italian Men are usually hot and romantic. How could I not?