The Man With The Twisted Lip Novels & Stories

After she set the projector, she went to a corner and stood still like a statue. By the time I turned, the screen was set. Displayed on it was a portrait image of a man. His tanned skin was clear of blemish, with his clean shaved chin exposing the full breadth of his darkened lower lip. His upper lip rested perfectly on the lower one. I could hardly see his eyes because of his red face cap, but overall, the man looked quite . . . serious and manly.

He’s voice low and rough as he suddenly pulls away from my pussy, both hands coming up to grap my neck, hold my head firmly in place and he shoves me upright on the car seat. He kisses me roughly on the lips , lightly biting and pulling on my button lip. “Since you want to cum so bad!” he voice drops to a dangerously low whisper “I’m going to make you cum so many times until you have no more of your sweet juices to offer”. He grunts as he slightly chokes me with his hands .

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

“Speak! Who gave you that envelope?” The man opens his mouth, but no sound comes out except a pathetic, wet choking noise. Tears stream down his face as he looks at Marcus with pure, unadulterated terror. He slowly opens his mouth wider, leaning his head back against the van, and Elias understands why he hasn’t spoken a full half second before Marcus does. The man’s tongue has been forcibly pulled back and sewn directly to the roof of his mouth with black surgical thread. And tucked tightly beneath the pinned muscle is a small, folded square of paper, damp with saliva and blood.

His lips had the same feeling of softness and they felt perfect again mine. We slowly moved in a perfect sync, his tongue moved along with mine as slowly, he pulled m on to his lap straddling him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed his to wrap around me, his large hands fell just above my ass pushing my close to him. As I picked at the small hairs at the bottom of his head, he groaned as he sucked on my bottom lip slowly tugging at it with his teeth.

His thin crooked IV nose stood in the middle atop his wide sensual lips, and what colour is that she is seeing? His lower full lip is pinker than hers even with it's dryness. Maybe when saturated, it probably is going to yaw bubblegum pink when done. Moving down to his narrow jaw, making her lick her lips in process. The sides of his face to his jaw made a cool scruff of hairs, making her fingers tingle. What on earth happened to this man? Did he take his time to create himself or is he just too special?

Her brain short-circuited. Dolcezza. Sweetness. Of course, the mafia kingpin spoke like sin wrapped in silk. Sienna cleared her throat, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Actually, I was just wondering how many zeroes it takes to get everyone to pretend they enjoy being here.” For a split second, there was silence. Then—he chuckled. It was a dark, rich sound—not quite warm, but not cold either. Like he was amused despite himself. “More than you can count,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching.

I tried to shrink back, but there was nowhere to go. Perion was howling now. “Don’t touch her. I swear to God, if you touch her—” “God isn’t here,” the man smirked. Then he moved. I flinched as he reached for my jaw, forcing me to look up. “You’re pretty,” he muttered. “I see why the boss’s son lost his mind.” He raised the knife. I braced myself. But Perion moved.

Adrian said, closing the door behind him. "The fuck are you talking about? Who sent you?" He asked Adrian's tongue brushed over his lower lip briefly "Mr. Dubois" he said and the man went silent. He hesitated for a while and went down to Adrian who kept his gaze down, calculating the area. The man spat out a toothpick at Adrian's feet "What do you want?" He asked. Adrian pulled out a folded photograph and the man snatched it. Adrian nodded "Who's this?" He asked.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.