The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Novels & Stories

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.

he said winking at the girl and she blushed hard wishing that she would at least one day be this guy's girl for a night. Who wouldn't, not that he is the richest or wealthiest youth here but there's something in him that was irresistible to anyone, just like what Jose noticed earlier in his eyes but didn't think much about it, the girl was still blushing even when she was already leaving to get the condoms the boss requested "Whoa, you got'em tight don't you" Jose said still in disbelief when he saw the girl's reaction, Francis just smirked at him and said nothing, Jose saw two girls and a guy in a corner fucking, one of the girl tied the guy up, restricting him from doing anything out of hi

“Put her in the garden and don’t let her into the castle.” “Yes, father!” They both said in unison. … Marlon waited in his study for his sons. He was disgusted at his sons’ audacity in trying to have sex with a black-furred slave. Dirtballs. The lowest of the low. Those types of slaves were nothing but dirty creatures and having sex with one would do nothing but pollute the noble line.

" Are you kidding me? Sonya! Who is the father?" " Why does it matter? Your Bastard son killed my dearest son. He was beautiful, pale, blonde, with perfect ocean blue eyes and taller than Marquis. He was best at dealing with our clients. He sold more drugs than others did. But... That Bitch appeared as a seductive English woman, trapping him in her seduction, and... Right in front of me, she created three holes in my son's heart. How could I let her have babies? How could I see her being happy with that Bastard?" " Mark Timothy?" Marquis mutters the name.

Zoya said. "Seriously, how could I hurt my own sister," said Naomi, showing a sad face. "The son of the Marquis of Rome is a notorious playboy. Maybe he was mesmerized by Jenifer's beauty and wanted to play with her," defended Marchioness Uwais who didn't want her daughter to be involved in the scandal between Jenifer and the Marquis of Rome's son. The playboy gritted his teeth, glaring at the two women. Then he stood up and walked towards where Zoya and Naomi were.

Baldwin twisted his lips in mockery. “Then is the current marquess his grandson?” Mira asked again, like a curious cat. It wasn’t her fault, the current marquess was only as old as Thomas and Orseus. “Che!!” Cornelius sneered before answering with disdain “That’s his youngest son.”

The Marquess had clearly not been joking when she had claimed that the other girls were just for scale. I turned my gaze to her frame, and it seemed that she had forgotten all about ‘proving’ the Mercy family wrong because she too, was gawking at her daughter. Elizabeth's hand gripped her chest, and her eyes glittered, the Marquis smiled then leaned down and kissed his wife’s forehead then whispered something in her ear that made her laugh, laugh so hard that she had to lean her head back. He then buried her face in his chest, denying us the view of his beautiful wife’s smile that lit up the room.

He was glaring at me not to mess things up. "I must warn you, sweetheart. My son is a temperamental brute, so you'll have your hands full trying to tame him." Alpha Marquise chuckled. "Then I prefer you as my husband!" I blurted out. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Why do I always blurt out the most awkward things! Alpha Marquise threw his head back and laughed out loud. His booming voice almost vibrated our walls. "Oh, you are a funny one. I was wrong. It looks like it should be Ambrose who will have his hands full," he said and smirked.

Tracing his thumb pad delicately against her cheek, he scanned her entire face. "But the much I know about you, you despise even the thought of becoming Aniya Riccardo Alfanso, Ms. Meier then….why this jealousy, cara mia?" He questioned, setting her nerves on fire. Pushing his hand away from her face, aggressively, she blurted out at him. "I have no need to get jealous of your wife because she has nothing which I would want for myself," she gritted out, widening his smirk. "Indeed, she has nothing and neither she or anyone else is ever going to have which you have solely started possessing, cara mia," he breathed out in his intensely raspy voice. Her heart shuddered. Only if she could unders