The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Novels & Stories

It was not in vain that he doted on his treasures. “How does eldest brother get to be the main character, and I only get to be the helper?” Neil wasn’t convinced, “Look… tell me how godfather lost to this loafer…” Neil slapped the back of Marcus’s head; he looked like his tail had poked the skies, like a proud peacock. Neil put his face in front of Emm as he started to highlight his advantages “Godfather is much more handsome than your eldest brother. He is the most eligible bachelor around…”

Augustus solid voice ordered the man and he surprisingly obeyed. Charles then turned, his face wearing a bigger smile. "Rodrigo Ordinaz, don't try to do anything funny to my family or trust me, I'll show you that I am mightier than you. Augustus, let's go." " That was so sexy," Isabella blurted and Charles chuckled in agreement. "I can't believe that just happened," she continued as they walked past some more suited men who could do nothing but stare confusedly as they walked past. "Your real father is quite a man."

When Zachary caught my lower lip between his own, a tingling numbness spread through half my body. “Mmph… release me…” Though my words were meant as a refusal, they emerged in a voice so soft and breathless that I barely recognized it as my own. “Zachary, stop kissing me… I feel terribly warm. What is happening to me?” Zachary gave no reply. Without warning, he lifted me into his arms. Startled, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as his voice, low and almost hypnotic, brushed against my ear. “Let us not sleep in separate beds tonight. Harriet, judging by the strength of the highly potent perfume, my father seems rather eager for us to consummate the marriage. How could we possib

“The Heiress.” He leaned back, resting his studious gaze on mine. “You want her.” When I didn’t respond, he laughed, slapping his knee in amusement. Giancarlo Conti traded flesh and women, boasting contacts of the most depraved individuals who could afford to pay for their sick fantasies to come to life. My father had been in on it with him. George Marlow had let most of it happen in the Grand Marlow Hotel. My thoughts? They’re all sick individuals who deserve the worst deaths. Darko and George had gotten the easy way out, a bullet to the head, but I wasn’t going to let Giancarlo escape with a less brutal fate.

Hearing that caused her eye to widen slightly because they recognized both of them as the characters in the novel. The two of them were the villains in the novel, and just looking at them right now was able to make her want to pity them. Although the novels did not go into deep lengths when it came to describing the past of the siblings, she knew that it was gruesome. The Marquis wasn't a sane person by any means, and he was a cunning fox. He kidnapped the children's mother and forcefully married her to keep her by his side. Since she was of lower status, this problem wasn't considered much in this world, but Seraphine found herself feeling sick at the thought of it.

“I have won already… so this act of yours is quite interesting.” “Interesting? You murder my father and then drag me to your house to play wife,” I replied. Getting up from his bed, “Oh, please, your father wasn’t as innocent as you think he is. He was a treacherous…” “Don’t you dare speak about my father like that,” I cut in. “He’s a dead man, you killed him, so you have no right to insult his name!” Marcello closed the space between us in three quiet steps.

Isabella admitted. “Now I have a special treat for you. I just finished fucking your daughter’s pussy and filled her up. Do you want to taste her?” Both Sophia and Isabella nearly came on the spot from his words. “And if you do, I’ll let you in on a little secret…” Marcus added with a smirk. “I shouldn’t… but I can’t resist,” Isabella moaned. “Please Sir… let me slurp on my daughter’s freshly fucked pussy. Let me taste what her Daddy did to his little white slut.”

He sprang up in anger, not forgetting to shield Selena behind him as he barked, "Who was it? Turn it off now!" His subordinates rushed backstage, stumbling over themselves. Selena buried herself in his arms and wept, then suddenly jerked her head up and pointed at me. "Ms. Morelli, all I did was take a sculpture you liked. And this is how you get back at me?" she choked out. "I don't mind being humiliated, but Francesco represents the Greco family. You played our sex tape in front of so many people… Are you trying to humiliate the Greco family?"

And now he wants to trade me off like I’m nothing more than a bargaining chip in one of his filthy deals. Marriage? He calls it a duty. I call it betrayal. Because this isn’t about love or family. It’s about control, power and personal gain. And the worst part about it is that he doesn’t even care if he hurts my feelings, doesn’t care about how much I am hurting. And I’ll risk getting married to a monster, just to get answers. Tonight, I meet the man who holds the strings. The head of the Moretti empire. My future father-in-law.

he told her in a husky voice as he smoothed her hairs with a mesmerized gaze, “But of course you would only be pleased to be in that position of power.” He could clearly see the fire in her eyes as she stared up at him. Her resolve was wavering at his change in demeanor, but he still found himself pleased to see her. “Why did you call me here? It must be fun to pull strings like this in others life.” Laylin hissed at him, and Ambrose shrugged before humming in agreement. She wasted no time in throwing the letter he sent her on the desk. Ambrose lazily eyed the letter. “The Marquis is a suspicious person and how you get along with her only makes me wary,” Ambrose tutted, “But I don’t plan to