Novels by Ângela Rodrigues Pereira

YurichI hide the smile I want to display, moving slowly so that her attentive gaze follows every gesture. I take the bottle of liquid soap and pour enough onto the sponge to create bubbles. Not only that, but I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her permission. Lyana bites her lower lip, as she always does, and then she twists her hair into a bun that leaves her neck exposed. The permission I needed.I touch her soft skin gently, gliding the sponge along her back and returning to her shoulders. In a relaxed movement, she tilts her head back, exposing her full breasts, but her dark gaze carries a spark of challenge. I slide my hands down her bare torso, reaching the edges of her heavy breasts, caressing and gently squeezing, making her squirm.“I already told you that it’s not a good idea to challenge me,” I pronounce the same phrase against her right earlobe.She sighs, opening her eyes, and I smile to the side as I let go of the sponge. I caress her heavy breasts, trailing my fingers dow

Lyana I feel desire slipping between my thighs, and I’m dismayed at how something so dirty can be so luxurious. I sigh, running a hand over my face, and finally awaken from a sleep filled with the strangest dreams I’ve ever had.Not only that, but I see a woman I can’t recognize but who seems capable of embracing her desires, independent and sexy—something I don’t truly feel like. The smell of brewed coffee fills the room, and I sigh happily, reminded of my childhood in Rio de Janeiro: my mother preparing breakfast while my father would pull each of my toes until, unable to hold back, I’d start laughing from the tickling.I toss the comforter aside, and, eager, place my feet on the floor, only to cry out from the cold that seeps into every part of my body.“LYANA!” His deep, worried voice reaches me first.Moments later, I see his broad, bare shoulders covered in tattoos, just as they were in my dreams moments before.“I smelled the coffee and imagined I was back in Brazil, like in m

Lyana.My feet touch the polished wooden floor. The house is incredibly perfect, made of wood and glass, as if just these two elements were enough to create such a romantic environment. In the background, you can see the base of the snow-covered mountain, but inside it’s warm enough.I walk around a bit, admiring the modern touches of the decor, highlighting the fireplace and the wide sofa in front of a huge panel with a forty-inch TV. In the open space, a marble countertop makes the kitchen spacious and visible. I smile at the place, turning to face Yuri, but before I can say anything, I am silenced by his blue-eyed gaze.I swallow hard, biting my lips. The electricity conveyed by just a glance is enough to understand that there is no reason for us to be apart here. In slow movements, I watch as he throws his glasses on the floor and moves his hands to his button-down shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. Without looking away from my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh with each piece of b

YurichThe defiant look is like a spark amidst dry coal, waiting for the right moment to turn fire into smoke and soot. Lyana has something inside her that overflows every moment we’re together as if the loss of memory were enough to bring this part of her to the surface.I place a leg between her smooth thighs, grabbing her hip and letting the fabric of her dress ride up a few inches from what I so desire to have. I press my knee against her intimacy, lifting her body once more with just that contact.She moans amidst the fear that shows in her eyes. I lower my lips to her soft ear, tracing the lobe with the tip of my tongue and, in the end, giving it a bite, making the hairs on her body stand up. I admire how her nipples become pointed when they harden.“The only problem with this desire of yours is that your husband is me, and you belong only to me, from your moans to the screams you will let out when my cock is buried in you.”I push her body away, leaving her with rapid breaths,

LyanaI don't look away from him, not even when he takes off his glasses, revealing his now-gray eyes. Even as I'm consumed by their intensity, I maintain firmness in my knees.“What's the problem, princess?” His deep voice reverberates in the small space.“Nothing,” I huff, raising an eyebrow and rolling my eyes.“It doesn't seem like anything,” he responds, trapping me between his hands pressed against the door and his body. “Especially acting like a spoiled teenager.”I open my mouth, boiling with anger at his accusation.“If I'm acting like a teenager, then you were acting like a single man, accepting those women hitting on you,” I say in one breath, raising my hand and pushing his muscular chest with the tip of my finger, even though I know it won't budge.Yurich raises his eyebrows, looking surprised.“And here I was thinking I was the more jealous one of us two.”“I'm not jealous, but that was disrespectful.”“Explain to me how I disrespected you, Lyana,” he says in a serious t

LyanaExcited about Yuri's idea, I opened the closet doors, looking at the clothes and feeling lost, not knowing what to take. I nervously bite my lower lip. I don't need to look; his presence is strong, and his scent fills the space, alerting my senses. His fingers brush my arms as he rests his chin on my head.For the first time in my life, I feel an indescribable happiness in being short. It's addictive—this sensation of being enveloped by his enormous body, like smoke filling his lungs.“What's the problem?” he asks in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine.“I don't know what clothes to take,” I confess.When his body moves away from mine, I feel a terrible chill, fighting the urge to pull him back like a needy child. His broad shoulders under the dress shirt highlight skin that's too tanned for a Russian, with a tattoo peeking out from the collar and dark lines painting his skin. His dark hair, longer in the back, mixes with some blond hairs on his nape, and I sigh, finally

Giulia CostelloThis electricity that's been building between us since we've worked things out is so perfect that I feel as if the big man at six foot four, with an extension of mine, our eyes silently meet and our minds seem to agree on every perversity and damn. I feel so much more powerful than any Disney princess, my man is not a charming prince and he is capable of anything for me.That's why he doesn't stop for a single second when he takes my mouth with pleasure inside the hospital room, with the villain of my story trapped in a bed in the same way he was trapped, without voice, without strength at the mercy of his will. I should be disgusted, angry, or repudiated but all I can feel is my pussy getting more and more wet with the desire to cause even a fraction of the pain it caused me.The vision of your perfect princess, falling apart in the arms of your foe.I lose my thoughts when Giacomo bites his lower lip.- If you want to do this, be with me.- He whispers.- I want to, b

Giacomo CostelloI hold tight to the tiny, shivering body, nuzzling the golden locks loving the scent of lavender mixed with my soap some soldiers were unable to look at the mangled body inside the box I sent Giovanni as a gift, my Bella's wife had a brilliant idea filling my chest with pride to see my rose blooming into beautiful black petals. I managed to fix the thought of playing our game even with the concern in the face of fear for the kidnapping of Bianca, Theo, and Tip in the same way that they arrived invading the door of the apartment together with Diana gone crazy, they returned to Texas in the jet to be ready at the very moment that Giovanni opened his mouth with something useful, the unfortunate man did nothing but gloat over dinner. However, what a surprise to feel the small hand smoothing my suit, and when I got into the car to follow Enrico with Giuseppe at the wheel, I found the damn cell phone in the inside pocket. Not even Diana had been able to imagine such an end

Giacomo CostelloMy little angel seems to have a vein ready to be corrupted and I'm a lucky bitch to be chosen to mold it, Giovanni's soldiers were all taken to headquarters, the youngest's body dumped in a vacant lot like fuck of the traitor he was considered.The towers of the Don begin to fall, and the men of the council find out about the trafficking of women, of course, with a little help in painting Vincenzo as a traitor, they are suspiciously spreading like ants without a queen. Shaking off the strength of the man with the arrogant look who pretends to know nothing, calling the Sicilian chiefs for help, I am left wondering how and where he is hiding everyone else's money or if we need to exterminate everyone.Her small hands bring me back to the present in the white hallway needing to go with Don untied my wife, but not before whispering in her ear.- Remind me to steal you a fucking Oscar, little one.Just as the sparkle appears in his eyes, as we move away from the women who

Giulia CostelloWhen the two men entered the apartment, interrupting our lunch, the idea formed as quickly as I dared to do it, so now sitting in the luxury restaurant that Giovanni loves so much, I cross my legs confidently as I have never been able to feel in all these years. The microphone is hidden in the small pendant, I lift the glass taking a sip of the water, I look at the entrance and there is a pair of sky blue eyes shining with confidence, pompous, proud, and arrogant.As I spoke aloud what I intended, I sorely expected to feel remorse, and pity for conspiring against my brother, the father of my daughter. But he was never that, always being the jailer of my prison inside the high walls built to feed his ego, the well-cut suit showing the muscles under the gray fabric, the dress pants showing the long, thick legs, a beautiful painting to hide the true face.I open a perfect smile when I see him sit down calling the waiter to take the order, holding the bile from the sickeni

Giácomo I feel the small body turning, the sensitive breasts rubbing letting all her arousal free as the small hand stays firm with mine over her heart the other rises tracing every curve of the mask I wear to hide my demons.The soft fingers tugging at the skin of her lower lip, enticing the beast to adore every sharp detail of her, the silent words trapped in my mouth that may never be spoken but that only she seems to understand and see beneath the lies and farce, the smiles and looks, my little angel.- You are mine and I am your Gia, we belong and complete each other. - I hold my breath with her fingers slipping into my mouth, biting the tip earning her moan. - Your thirst for revenge is mine, and all the blood that will be spilled in the middle of this war will be in our hands.- Bella… - I sigh the notion of the burden she is willing to carry is too great for someone who has already been so hurt. - It is not necessary.I am silenced by the fingers releasing the lips quickly be

Giacomo CostelloI sat in the wooden chair admiring the depraved body so destroyed the blood running from the cut ears bathe, pieces of skin rotting the muscles exposed to the dirt of the place.- I don't know what to do. - My sister breaks the silence. - Having the pleasure of torturing you more or having the pleasure of knowing that Giovanni will do that job.A wide smile spreads across her pale face.- He would never kill me.- After receiving our video fucking like two animals in heat? - I speak slowly, loving the fear showing through. - He advanced my marriage.- Brother, I prefer to have this pleasure, remember that Vikings episode?I open a smile at the decision, getting up from the chair in slow steps, I admire the piece of furniture without doors displaying a complete arsenal for torture, I choose a scalpel with a 5 mm blade. I go back in front of him, straining against the marked muscles causing sharp screams, I take two steps back watching her steps positioning herself from