The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Novels & Stories

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.”

Patricia could have had another baby too but these people crazy as hell. Mike should just die at this point because as a man he should have kept his mouth shut. He's cheating on his wife and feels nothing. Most of all with her friend at that. Marcus is a lying ass but I like him. I was brought of of my though when Nathan walked in the room. We had already brought back the other bed since we weren't gonna continue sleeping with Malcolm so we had the room to ourselves. "What you watching?" He asked laying next to me kissing my cheek.

Until I faintly heard the voice that makes my heart rate low down. “You missed some important part of the story, Pierre Jacques. Heir to the French Mafia throne, 36 years old, unmarried because you had the reputation of a rapist. Should I continue?” Marco bold voice echoes across the room. The silence that follows was deafening.

“You seduced me. You keep making me give in to you and you know it's wrong. Marcus is your son, if he ever finds out, this will destroy him. I don't want to hurt him. Please let's end this now. Accept me as Marcus' wife and treat me like your daughter in-law.” Leon's eyes darkened and the way his aura changed actually made me flinch. “Say that again and there'll be consequences, kitten. I don't care whatever lie you're feeding yourself or the fact that Marcus is my son. He might be my blood but I never let go of what's mine. He could have any other woman but you. You're my princess, my whore. I carved my name into your heart the minute you signed my contract. You ran from me two years ago bu

"You were a transaction, darling. A pawn he used to keep his throne while he waited for a more suitable wife to get pregnant. Elena is his future. You are just the debt he's finally finished paying." Marcus stepped up beside her, his hand resting on the back of my neck. He looked down at me, his eyes shining with a terrifying, delusional joy. "He's giving Elena the South Port as a morning gift, Giselle," Marcus lied, his breath hitting my cheek. "While he's celebrating his 'true' son with a woman who doesn't know about the alley, I'm the only one here to make sure yours actually survives the night." He turned back to the TV, increasing the volume until Elena's fake, happy voice filled the ro

The children look so much alike that you can’t tell which brother is the father (Caught between two men). The royal eagle is also here with his Sibelle. They have a daughter. They are so happy (my submissive). I look at all these wonderful people. We form a family. They have become my family. Marianne married Marco. They are expecting a happy event. She is the happiest woman. Currently, my house is filled with people, which I have always wanted. In a month, my wedding with one of the most terrifying mafiosos in the world. But with me, he is as gentle as a lamb.

The brooch was a memento from my Mamma. I reached out for the brooch. "Since you're feeling so generous, why don't you give me back the brooch?" Leonora pouted and reluctantly took down the brooch. I clutched the brooch and turned to leave. Just then, Marco lunged forward and blocked my path. "You stole Leonora's brooch. Give it back to her!" he said furiously. Leonora looked on with feigned innocence while I glared at Marco and spoke loud enough for only him to hear me say, "Have you grown tired of acting in front of me, the younger son of the Santis family?"

"So I should have told you that I was the first man who's fucked your virgin pussy? Tell you that, even as you saw me as your father in law, who you were intimidated by, if I must remind you. How would that have made you feel Charlotte? Huh?" He has a point. A big point in fact. "You don't have to put it in such a crude way." I say sharply. "You know nothing about that night was not not crude." My body lights up taken back to that night. ______________________________________ I look at the grandeur of the Galanis' residence, which is currently decorated in spooky Halloween paraphernalia.

I didn't know why I returned to this place again. She is a bastard; how can I pay a $100 million fine to Alaric for being a bastard? “I told you not to allow her to marry Alaric, but you didn't listen to me.” "You told me not to, then would you allow Stellar to marry that jerk instead of her, or have you forgotten that the purpose of their marriage was for business transactions?” “Let's assume we lost.” “I won't assume that; I will kill her together with the baby she is carrying. I know she had no place to return than this place; she would be locked in one of the empty rooms in the basement, I'm tired of having illegitimate blood in my family.”

Mariko raised her brows and looked at him in disbelief. “And who the hell are you?” Mariko asked, which made John smirk with his brows raised. “I’m John Morris, Marcus’ eldest cousin. And you are?” John asked. John Morris, eldest son of Maxime and Austin Morris. He is Marcus’ eldest cousin and best friend. He’s also a member of Elites, whereas Marcus is a member as well. The ‘Elites’ are a group of the top 5 sons of billionaires in the country. “None of your business.” she coldly said, which made John mouth an ‘oh’.