Novel & Cerita The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious

"Remember that situation that happened twenty-five years ago. Involving one of the men and his wife from the council." “LC! No! You know that is never to be said or discussed. It is forbidden on all levels even to mention it!" Marquis says in a stern and cold voice. “I know, but...” “No buts, LC, this ends here!" "Her daughter is in my mansion Marquis,” I say gruffly. "Her blood is better than her mother’s, and you know her mother was exquisite. She tastes triple times better than her mother. She’s like a fucking disease you wish you could spread all over your body. Like the fucking plague." I am shaking my head as I close my eyes.

Whatever happens, we'll keep him quiet. Yes, we will – and the sooner he gets married, the better. Then he will calm down and begin to fulfill his obligations as my heir. Marco smiled. — I can't imagine you as nonno . I also couldn't see myself as a grandfather, but that didn't matter. — You won't be far behind me, not with Fabrizio's reputation. — Marco's eldest son was sixteen and slept with anything that had a pair of breasts. — Bite your tongue. I'm not ready to be that old.

The old arousal scent of my body exposed made Leonidas growl, and this reaction had me wanting more of my mate. “Don’t discourage my attempts at having you, my love, you can beat me, destroy me, manhandle me at your pleasure, but I will not ever allow you to leave my side, and neither will I leave your side ever again, I value my life too much to not have you in it.” I purred a whine at his words which made his eyes change into lust. Taking my legs up to his hips, I felt his rigid member press in between my legs, making me whimper my moans, my chest was rising fast, and his kisses were starting to escalate from my neck to my shoulders until we both heard someone clear their throat, “your maj

It had been a gift from the ugly Nosferatu before he went into his thousand year exile. The only thing that filled his mind at the moment was the exquisite fluttering of the lovely Marcy's vaginal lips tightly clenched around his long hard member. He looked into her green flecked eyes and saw tears forming at the corners. He knew instinctively they were tears of joy and not of pain. He knew how to deliver pain without mercy but his gentle impalement was for the alluring creature's pleasure and not to cause her pain. Marcy tried to restrain her vocal cords to silence but her whimpers of pleasure made the naked children of Lafitte restless. The youngest of them was also the newest. Her name wa

“So…you're the envoys those bastards sent to demand my hand in marriage, right?” The older looking one of the bunch sighed in disappointment as our eyes met. “It seems the rumors were true, the white rose of the darkhorse clan is indeed nothing but a pretty face masking a nasty personality. Little girl you should try restraining your unpleasantness and show some respect for your elders” he mocked.

After catching the breath , he kissed her forehead gently . " Will you marry me love " he asked gently looking at her tired green eyes . " yes ..I would love to " she said before giving a vivid peck on his lips . After their love making . Marcus has to go back to sicily . He was suppose to inherit the throne . It was already decided between him and his father . His father has given him time of 2 months to live his life as he want then he has to come back . It was good enough also . He wanted to marry Ariel and he knew that a powerless person can't marry the daughter of Spanish Mafia leader . He wanted to win her and make her his queen .

“I see and if I don't behave as you expect, will use Tio as a hostage for my good behavior is it? Have you not been listening to the things that I have said to you Marc? I said bitterly. “If you expect me to come to Milan under those conditions you must be mad !” Marc raked his hair with an angry gesture. “I have to confess that I find you completely infuriating. I came here with a perfectly reasoned plan for being furiously angry with you. I've been here for less than two hours and I already am feeling guilty, partially.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “ I ask you to return to Milan with our son and you see this is as some foul play on my part. It is true,” he added after some moment. “ T

We were both ready to leave the men to themselves and I could see how excited she was to be taking her daughter in law on this so-called tour when suddenly Emery interrupted again. "I know why you are so familiar. You're one of the prostitute from Velvet Vivian's girls. I should have known." He said without thinking twice about it. My heart began to race fast in its cage and I just knew that my chances were ruined. At that moment, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

rehearsed. "Mr. Marwick," Alessandro began, his voice dropping into a dangerous hush that filled every corner of the room, "I am already married. My wife is pregnant. Are you seriously telling me I should cast away my destined mate—my child’s mother—for someone who walked into our lives a few months ago?" The elders’ expressions soured, lips tightening as if they had tasted ash. They looked at him like he had spit in their sacred temple. "You can reject her," came another voice, this time Elder Orrin, who barely met his eyes. "The Moon Goddess has a plan. Saint Cosette deserves her rightful place."

The sight of her bare, already glistening for him, ripped a feral sound from his throat. “You want a claim?” he snarled, freeing his cock with one hand. “Then take it.” He thrust into her in one brutal stroke. Elara cried out, the sound echoing off the high white walls. Damien clapped a hand over her mouth and fucked her hard—angry, deep, punishing strokes that forced her hips against the edge of the bench. The risk only made it filthier. Every distant footstep, every burst of laughter from the gala, heightened the sharp edge of danger.