The Italian Heartthrob Novels & Stories

He seemed to have noticed the effect he had on me as he smiled triumphantly, before saying in the most deep, authentic and seducing voice ever, “Hi beautiful.” I didn't reply immediately as I was still searching for words in my heart to say. “Hi…handsome” I managed to say finally. “You don't look and sound American” he said, flashing me the brightest smile ever with a set of shining white teeth…accented by a subtle diamond-studded grill on his canines. “I'm an Italian,” I replied. “Wow. Questo spiega perché sei così bella e sexy—Wow. That explains why you're so beautiful and sexy” he said in Italian.

It had changed the colour of her heart and mind from normal to black. "Hey " Marco whispered sitting on the bed where she was laying a few a hours ago. Her eyes moved away from the snow as she turned her head slightly to look at him. His white sleeved shirt, hanging loose with the first four buttons not done and neither was it tucked in his slacks. His brown hair was disorganized and his dark thick stubble standing out highlighting more of his beauty. She stared at him, he didn't look like Valente but even after he had saved her she didn't trust him.

I say and they smirk. "Bye beautiful " they both say at the same time. "The Luciano guy likes you" Isabella says as we walked out of the room. "Nope,they are just flirts,besides they see me as their younger sibling. If anything it is Gianni I think that has a crush on you " I teases. "Me? No,no. I mean he is cute and all but he isn't my type. I love Dante "she says the part softly. "Yeah I don't know why you love him so much"I whisper to myself but she heard me.

But now… It felt like there were too many things left unsaid. I sat down beside him, keeping a small distance between us. “How is he?” I asked, breaking the silence. Luca leaned back slightly. A faint smirk touched his lips. “Nothing can bring down Don Moretti,” he said. I let out a small breath. He was right. That man was strong. Stronger than anyone I had ever known. Untouchable. Unbreakable. For a second, a random thought crossed my mind. Sometimes… I wished he was my father.

“So where do you want to go for dinner tonight?” “Uhm… There's this little Italian place called Marcello on the upper East side. I like the place, it's quiet and intimate. You know, it's perfect for actually getting to know each other better.” He then pauses, “Unless that sounds too fancy for you. I know I can be a little out of touch with normal places sometimes.”

Jo asked. "We are going tomorrow to Italy for meeting him. And no I haven't seen his face, I am not interested in looking at him." "Italy! You didn't tell us he is Italian!" Jo exclaimed. "So what if that he is Italian?" I asked. "Are you kidding me? Italian men are hot! Especially their accent! God, I would have an orgasm just by hearing it." Chris exclaimed. He looked enthusiastic as if he is marrying him, I won't mind though.

Bella offered, taking her seat as the others followed. “So, Mr. Damon,” Caristo turned to him, “you’re prepared to marry my daughter?” “Yes, sir, I am,” Damon replied. “And you understand there’s no backing out? This marriage binds our families and secures a lucrative future.” “I understand.” Caristo stared him down, then clapped once. “Then this weekend it is. A proper Italian wedding, nothing you’ve ever seen before. And you won’t lay eyes on her until it’s done.” Fantastic, Damon thought. Guess I’ll be drinking my way through this circus.

His black tuxedo jacket beaming softly with the ray of light shining on the black and white diamond placed in his jacket his hair was neatly styled back and his look gave dangerous, dark, intimidating but someone you can easily loose your panties to 🫦, fuck he looks so good extremely attractive, and he pissed sex apealling without doing anything. Finally man his leaving the street of Italy. Grayson quipped with a funny grin on his face. I really can't wait to get this over with he winned to Grayson. come on man, she is really pretty and Gracious god, that doll I saw in there is fucking gorgeous, you should see for your self. Man I underestimated you you have eyes for good things. Get the fu

he replied and said the last part in Italy. I blushed at the Italian phrase he used. ll mio cuore in italy means “my heart” and he used to call me that and many others a lot when we were kids. “I thought you had forgotten those names by now." He simply smiles and opened the door for me and I step out. I rest my back on his car and he puts his hands on my sides, then we are face to face. “IL lupo perde IL pelo ma non IL vizio, ma bella” he said. I don’t even know what he meant, but I think what he said isn’t something bad, it sounds like a….proverb?

The top of my head barely reaches his armpits unlike Lucas. "Alessandro Vito Lombardi." He responds blankly, reaching out his hand to me. I tentatively extend my hand to his, the warm skin of his hand wrapping around mine, little tingles meeting where his skin touches mine. His hand is warm, and the callouses on his hands rub against the soft skin of mine. Wait. Vito Lombardi as in... Vito enterprises. As in... the richest man in both America and Italy... The ruthless Billionare....that Vito Lombardi. Oh god. Why? Why me?