The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He laughed. "I don't know, will you tell me?" I spoke out as I held my arms up while Mistress Romano sewed the side of my pearl-white dress closed. "If it is what you wish," Emiliano rang out as he took the safety pins from his mouth. "My father is Marquis Jules Monet of St. Germaine, he had a love of Italy. As a boy, he developed a friendship with a pen pal Duca Maximo Romano of Lake Gardens, so as they got older my father brought his twin sister, Oceane, for a visit," He stood up as he moved onto Killian's cream-colored shirt. "On their arrival in Italy, my father found his mate in his friend's younger sister, Bianca, my mother and The Duke found his mate with my father's twin sister, Ocea

Mine and Theo’s. "Oh," King Marcellus murmured. "So bold." My skin crawled as he lifted me by the waist and dropped me down onto the bed. He hovered over me, silent. Then he smiled; one of those slow, lewd smiles that told me he believed me. That he believed it was all for him. I guess that was good? “You’ve always been a whore, haven’t you? Always wanting my touch this bad, yet going after my son. You want father and son that badly? One of us wasn’t enough to fill this tiny hole of yours?” he asked as his nails dug into my wrists.

“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