Novel & Cerita The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious

The sex never slowed; it intensified with the weight of secrets we kept from the children. One evening, after putting the kids to bed, Elena cornered me in the study. She wore nothing but an open silk robe, milk still beading on her nipples from feeding Marcus. “Another letter from Lucian. He wants a meeting. Claims there’s a fourth heir, Father’s child with a mistress we never knew.” The news ignited the familiar mix of rage and lust. I grabbed her by the throat, slamming her onto the mahogany desk. Papers scattered. I shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt, then three, stretching her while sucking the milk from her tits.

"My girl is always so thoughtful. Come, let me see the royal marriage decree for you and Ian. I've waited so long. Soon, you'll be calling me Mother." The Marquis, Valdrin Stormcrown, glanced behind me, saw no one, and immediately bristled. "That brat didn't come back with you again?" he snapped. "The decree is already issued, and he still doesn't know how to cherish you. When he returns, I'll give him a proper scolding."

I stood in the center of their private gathering, heart hammering as three pairs of predatory eyes devoured me. First was Marco Rossi, the eldest—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and midnight hair. His tailored black suit hid a body forged in violence, and his dark gaze promised control. “Beautiful,” he murmured, circling me slowly. His fingers trailed along my bare shoulder, sending unwelcome sparks through my blood. “Your father was a fool, but his daughter… she has potential.”

This was more fab e ought to bring the Marquis out of his thoughts and if not for the fact that he was well trained to always conceal his true feelings, he would have jumped out of his skin at the voice of his butler. This was just how deep he was in his thoughts. “It is as you say. I am can not help but be fascinated that this mere pup knows more about the world that he must have let on. The last time Taft I met him at the engagement of the duke’s daughter and the crown prince, he looked like nothing more than a pathetic child as he cling on to the skirt of his mother but I think that may all have been an act in order for him to verify his safety while living in such a hellish place” the Ma

“Those mongrels needed reminding of their place. Watching our banquet; such nerve, right honey?” Father cuts his steak with perfect precision. “Wasn’t that task Vegha’s responsibility?” Marquis freezes mid-bite. He hides it well, but Father’s shadow is long, and his mate isn’t strong enough to shield him. I scoff softly, and take a bite of steak. “They used some sort of strange object, made it difficult to trace,” Marquis speaks up, an attempt to defend himself. But I know that's what Father hates the most, as he sets down his cutlery with a soft clink that cracks the silence wide open.

From Rosimeire's expression, it seemed like something troubling, one more reason for me not to insist, but I did anyway, as it could be something concerning me. "Lais, what do you think about a walk in the garden?" She extended her arm, and I nodded, accompanying my future mother-in-law out of the dining room and onto a stone path through the grass and numerous flowerbeds. "In recent years, Marco has had a few affairs and has been involved with countless women, but none were as dangerous as Donatella Rossi. I hated her from the first moment I saw her, always with her father, at one of the mafia family gatherings. She's the kind of woman as cold as a snake and often proved to be even more dan

His arm tightened slightly around my waist, and I felt a strange combination of safety and heat rush through me. “Don’t cross me, Livia,” he continued, his voice now sharper, commanding. “Even your husband can’t interfere with this, so what makes you think you can?” Livia’s face was a mask of fury and disbelief. “Out of all the things you’ve done… this is the worst! She’s inexperienced, too young… insignificant for you!” Marcus’ lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “I’m still young. I’ve never married. I’ve never had a child. And now I’ve decided to change that.”

The Marquis looked Walter in the eye, "May I be so bold as to ask, have you put any consideration into your daughter's future marriage partner? My 2nd son is an outstanding young man who's only had his coming-of-age ceremony this year and would make an excellent marriage partner after her coming of age." Walter's expression slowly became more overbearing after hearing the man's suggestion, "Marquis Laseus, my daughter is only a day old. Don't you believe it's too soon to discuss her marriage?" The man quickly became burdened by Walter's glare, "Yes, you're right. Please forgive my rudeness!" after that, Walter walked past him as Crimson and I followed behind.

"Just a mere mention of my daughter's name, and you were so quick to get under her skirt again, Duke Leveaux. Aren't you bold enough to tell me this is an insult?" I spat on the floor while tasting my blood from being assaulted as soon as I fell from their so-called trap. Just by seeing Dominixe's father was enough for my blood to boil, knowing how he educated his children. "Your daughter tasted so sweet. I remember how she writhed under my touch when I was pleasuring her," I said, smirking. "Oh, yes, I remembered bestowing her a hickey even if she said that she did not—" I couldn't be able to continue my words when Marquis Cantavalle kicked me on my stomach.

But his anger didn't seem to root from worry, because the moment the Marquess received a mysterious letter without a seal on it, his countenance changed, and he looks like he was ready to kill anytime. The lady, who was violated in the forest turned out to be Marchioness Lara Cales, the daughter of Earl Grey and was the most beautiful lady in her era. She was sought by every household, even the imperial palace, but she chose to marry Marquess Cales who was her lover at that time. This is also where the emperor's fetish of collecting young ladies into his harem started. Marchioness Cales entered the mansion only to find the whole place messy, even the paintings and decorations are all broken