The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Novels & Stories

"You don’t know who Justin Hunt is?" I shook my head. Her eyes widened as though I’d just confessed to being from another planet. "You don’t know?" she repeated, incredulous. "He’s one of the richest men in the world! And his son, Noah, is the reason maids can’t last more than two months in that house." I stayed quiet, absorbing her words as she continued, her frustration pouring out.

"He wouldn't listen to me. He said Miss Blackwood was playing hard to get, just putting on an act to make him jealous." Vincent waved his hand dismissively, his voice carrying dark amusement: "Charge the venue fee as usual. I'm not like certain people who use a woman's money to please other women, making the bride pay for her own wedding." His eyes fixed on Marcus with predatory intensity. "What kind of shamelessness is that?" Marcus flushed deep red from the sarcasm, but still looked at me with desperate hope: "Catherine, are you really going to marry someone else? After everything we've been through together?"

Luca laughed — that same bitter sound from the hallway — and slapped her ass hard. "Once we're married I'll just fuck whoever I want," he said. "She'll sit there and smile like a good Luna. That's what she was built for." I stood there and watched him. Watched his face — that entitled, careless expression, like nothing he did would ever have a consequence. And I waited for the pain. I waited for my wolf to rear up and howl. She didn't.

"He lied to you.He loves me and our sons." "Oh Sage."She muttered."You so naïve and ignorant.Bruno only married you for the sake of his sons,he never loved you he wanted what was best for his sons and he thought by marrying you he'd fulfill that but unfortunately he can't anymore,he's tired of pretending whenever he's with you when all he wants is to be with me." "You lying I don't believe you." "Where do you think I got this from."She touched the cross around her neck. "He found it lying outside Hugo's room after finding you in bed with him."

All the while the quarrel went on, Opula and Kate mocked us with an offensive laughter. “And is this what you call destiny? Billionaires like you that have insane sons don’t make them available for marriage. They take them away out of eyeshot and abandon them at the home for the insane. But because you are evil and full of miscreant and malevolent intention, you made him available for marriage so that he can destroy the destinies of naïve girls like my daughter…”

"I understand, Mother." But from an angle only I could see, he shot me a provocative look. A few days later, Father returned to the manor. He stood there, his face stern as he looked at the room full of strapping sons. Then, he closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate. These days, who in the capital didn't know that the Marquis of Eterna's estate was blessed with an abundance of heirs? Nine sons, and all of them were his by blood!

Lyra muttered under her breath. “She has my heart,” Elias said. Gideon fumed, pacing in a tight circle. “You’ll live to regret this humiliation.” Elias crossed his arms. “You keep threatening regret like it’s a sword. But I’m not the one trying to marry off his daughter like a sacrificial goat to salvage his crumbling influence.” “She told me you were intimate with her,” Marquis Gideon snarled. His eyes were wild with fury, his white beard trembling as though it, too, shared in his outrage. “And then you dump her for a good-for-nothing—”

"I need to have a word with your teacher." Matteo looked at me, hesitating. "Go on, Matt," I said, not wanting the child to be involved in this dirty business. "Go ask Franco for some cookies." Matteo reluctantly left. The moment the door closed, the fake smile on Marco's face vanished, replaced by a predatory, possessive greed. "My patience has run out, Jules." He advanced on me, like a cat cornering a mouse. "Did you think you were safe hiding in Dante's estate?" he sneered. "This is my territory too. I'm about to become the son-in-law here."

But that’s not all. My legs are on his shoulders. They’re hanging loosely on those broad, hard shoulders, and he’s so close that I’m intoxicated with his scent. I feel like those spices from his scent now, hot and tingly and unable to cool down, even if there was water. “Did I say you could remove your hand from your pussy, Anastasia?” It’s then that I realize my hand has fallen to the side. “No.” “No, I didn’t, and that means you put it back in and you don’t remove it until I say so.”

I grinned at him feeling my heart swell. "On my dad Evan's 18th birthday, Leon drove to Las Vegas so they could get married. It was beautiful how they described it. Do you have any love interested?" I asked him "I have a love interest but I doubt he's into the same kinks I am. Wait you're 18, how on earth are you in here?" He asked "I have my ways. Just don't tell the owner to kick me out. Pretend I'm 22 okay," I said to him