A guttural moan rumbled from deep within Ermanno as he sank fully into Celine's warmth, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples as his thrusts grew more urgent.Celine gasped, her back arching as he filled her, her hands clawing at his back as he plunged deeper, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure racing through her body.Ermanno's rhythm became more intense, his hips thrusting in rapid, powerful motions as he drove himself into her wet heat, her body shuddering beneath him as he filled her again and again."Ermanno!" she cried, her voice hoarse with pleasure as his hips slapped against her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.His lips found hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her curves, kneading her breasts as his pace became more frenzied.Ermanno's pace quickened, his breath ragged as he felt Celine's body tense beneath him, her cries spurring him on as he thrust deeper, harder."Oh fuck, Celine!" he grunted
Miami had been a dream come true for Celine. The combination of Ermanno's princess treatment and their sizzling chemistry made her feel like she was living a fairytale. Each day brought a new adventure, a new place for them to explore their passion. From the steamy nights on the beach to the passionate afternoons in their private suite, she was intoxicated by Ermanno's touch, and she didn't want this paradise to end.Celine stood mesmerized by the stunning painting, the vivid colors and intricate details capturing her attention. She turned to Ermanno, her eyes sparkling with awe. "This painting is beautiful," she breathed, still transfixed."I agree," Ermanno replied, his eyes studying the artwork."I heard it's worth up to 32 million dollars," Celine said, her smile widening with excitement."Do you want it?" Ermanno asked with a serious expression, causing Celine's eyes to widen in surprise."What? No no, it's worth a lot of money, and for what? To just hang it in my room?" Celine l
Celine's heart raced as her mind struggled to process what her eyes were seeing. Her mother, presumed dead, was now in front of her, locked in an intimate embrace with her father. Eloise's awkward smile did little to comfort Celine, who was still reeling from the shock. "What the fuck?" Celine blurted out, her eyes flashing with fury as she turned her attention to Aaron. "I thought you said Mom was dead!" Aaron shifted uncomfortably, the reality of his deception now exposed. “I can Explain…” Eloise said. As Celine stepped back from her mother's approach, her anger continued to rise. The room pulsed with tension as she turned to face her father, her voice laced with disbelief. "You knew?" she repeated, unable to hide the shock and betrayal in her tone. "Dad, you knew she was alive all this time?" "Celine, please," Aaron began, attempting to reason with her. "Sit down and let us explain." But Celine was inconsolable, her emotions raw and volatile. "Fuck you!" she shouted, her vo
Mason's gaze was tender and earnest as he spoke, his words filling the air like a soft melody. "Celine, since I met you, I've always had feelings for you. I know this might come as a surprise, but I think you deserve to know how I feel." Celine's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him. "Mason," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of his confession. Mason leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Celine's cheek. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't ignore these feelings any longer. They're stronger than anything I've ever felt before. I want to be more than just a friend to you, Celine." Celine's heart fluttered as she listened to his words, her mind racing with a mixture of emotions. "Mason, I don't know what to say. I never thought of you like this before..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Celine's mind raced as she struggled to process Mason's confession. Their friendshi
David, his pride wounded, retreated, maintaining a wary distance between them. "How dare you slap me?" he demanded, indignation dripping from his voice.Celine's lips curled in disgust, a reflection of her inner turmoil. "And how dare you think it's okay to touch me without my consent?" she fired back, drawing on her experiences of such violations.David let out a cruel laugh, devoid of any humor. "I'm doing you a favor, my dear.”"You should be grateful," David continued, his smirk growing more sinister by the second. "With a little 'cooperation' from you, I can ensure you become a household name."“That bullshit.”"Don't you want the leading role?" David purred, his predatory gaze fixed on Celine. "All you need to do is give me a night of your time, and I'll ensure you're a star."Celine took a step back, her fear palpable as she stared into David's eyes, venomous with desire. "I don't want your offer. I don't want anything to do with you," she said, her voice shaking.David's smile
David reclined on his couch, fatigue from the day's events evident in the slump of his shoulders. He had been stewing over Celine's rejection, his ego bruised by her defiance."Let's see how she'll survive in this industry without me," he muttered under his breath, popping open a can of soda and taking a long swig.The knock on the door jolted David from his sullen reverie. He grumbled under his breath, irritation flaring at the disruption of his solitude. "Who the hell could that be?" he muttered, his brow furrowing as he rose to answer the door.Pausing at the peephole, David was met with the sight of a well-dressed man in a crisp suit. Confusion and suspicion warred within him as he wondered who this visitor might be.With caution and intrigue, David cracked the door open a sliver, his gaze fixed on the man.The stern-faced bodyguard shifted aside, revealing Ermanno standing behind him, his expression cold and impassive.David's brows drew together, his confusion mounting as he tri
"You have no idea," Celine sighed, her anger at herself mingling with the relief of knowing she hadn't been betrayed."Tricked by an ex, huh?" Ermanno asked, a small smile playing on his lips. "Who'd have thought it? You, with your fiery spirit and sharp tongue."Celine rolled her eyes, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from twitching upward. "Shut up, or I'll scratch your eyes out," she threatened, her voice lacking any real malice."My mom is alive," Celine choked out, tears spilling from her eyes.Ermanno pulled her into a hug, his embrace warm and comforting, but Celine couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His reaction seemed almost rehearsed, his words too perfectly comforting."I'm sorry, princess," he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead.Celine drew in a ragged breath, her body shaking with sobs as she spoke. "I'm so tired. It's like the whole world is against me," she choked out, the tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.Ermanno cupped
"Mason?" Celine asked, surprised to see the familiar face standing before her."Hey, Celine, didn't expect to see you here," Mason replied with a chuckle, a hint of amusement in his voice.Celine gave him a raised eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm as she retorted, "I live here."Mason's smile faded slightly as he caught the tone in Celine's voice, sensing something was amiss."Yeah, I know, you've been so busy with your boyfriend," Mason said, a hint of bitterness lingering in his voice as he emphasized the word "boyfriend."Celine ignored the jibe, her tone curt as she asked, "So, what are you doing here?"Mason straightened, his eyes flickering with hidden emotion. "Aaron called me. He said you were finally answering his calls and he wanted me to come over, to help him talk to you.Celine's annoyance deepened. "Of course," she muttered, rolling her eyes in frustration.Mason's voice rang out behind Celine, his concern carrying an edge of curiosity. "You don't look too well," he
Celine’s PovTwo months into our honeymoon, I still woke up every morning thinking I was dreaming. Travelling from one amazing location to another wrapped in Ermanno's love and possessiveness, it had been nothing less than delight. Whether it was kissing me in bed or dragging me into quiet nooks to whisper sinful things in my ear, he spoilt me nonstop. Breakfast in bed But most of all, I loved his attitude towards me, as if I were the only thing that counted in his life. Tonight was our special dinner, just the two of us away from security's view and free from distractions.I wanted to make it special, to remind him that my desire for him had only gotten stronger after two months, and to tease him. I walked in front of the mirror and rubbed my hands over the deep-red silk dress I had selected. The fabric was so smooth that it felt like a second skin, hugging my curves until it stopped just above my knees. It was his favourite, and I knew it. I had a wicked thought. I grinned to myse
Zelda’s POVThe hotel was exquisite,a place where the wealthy whispered about power over glasses of aged whiskey. But I wasn’t here for luxury. I had walked through its pristine halls with a single purpose. Every step I took echoed my resolve. When the elevator doors slid open, I kindly stepped into the private hallway leading to the penthouse suite.Two guards stood outside,their expressions unreadable. They didn’t quite question me, didn’t even flinch. They knew who I was. Or rather, who I was about to become. One of them quickly reached for the door handle,,pulling it open for me. As I stepped In gracefully,I caught the scent of something sterile beneath the rich fragrance of fresh lilies.The suite was massive, marble floors, crystal chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the city beautiful skyline. But I barely noticed. My eyes sparkled as they landed on the two persons patiently waiting for me. Marco was very much relaxed on the couch,a full glass of whi
Ermanno’s POVThe first thing I noticed was her breathing, ragged, uneven,too fast. Celine lay beside me, her body rigid, her fingers clenching the sheets in a death grip.Her face is twisted in discomfort, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead despite the cool morning air drifting through the open balcony door. She is clearly having A nightmare. I immediately pushed myself up onto one elbow, watching her,my chest tightening at the sight of her in distress. I had seen her in many states, laughing, teasing, moaning my name, but never like this. I calmly brushed a strand of damp hair away from her pretty face and leaned closer. “Princess,” I whispered, my voice soft yet firm. I didn’t want to startle her, but i can’t let her be in distress much longer.Her lashes fluttered, but she did not wake up.I placed my cold palm gently on her cheeks.“wake up, Love. You’re safe.” A sharp hasty breath tore from her lips,and her eyes snapped open. Wide, panicked. For a second,s
Zelda’s POVThe scent of fucking damp stone and cigarette smoke lingered in the narrow alleyway,curling into my lungs as I steadied my breath. The moment I turned the corner,a very very rough hand grabbed my wrist, yanking me backward with enough force to make me stumble. “What the fuck!”My back hit the fucking brick wall, the cold surface pressing against my exposed skin.."Are you out of your fucking goddamn mind?" Marco hissed,his voice sharp but quiet enough to avoid drawing attention. His dark eyes burned into mine,his grip tight around my wrist,firm, commanding, but not painful.I met his icy dripping glare with an impassive look,tilting my head slightly. "Relax, Marco. It was just an accident."His scoff was laced with irritation. "An accident? So Out of all the people in this city, you just happened to bump into her? Who are you kidding, love?"I smiled slightly lazily. "Hmmmmmm… Maybe just maybe fate wanted me to see her, you know?"His jaw clenched, he looks hot when angry
Celine’s POV:“It’s so beautiful out here,” I mumbled, my eyes raised to meet his. Ermanno held my gaze just as softly as he held my hands.“But not as beautiful as you,” he grinned. I rolled my eyes. This man…“I love taking pretty little walks with you, princess,” He blurted out as I took in the scene.. Some people were selling street food, while others strolled by hand-in-hand, lovers, friends, families, adults, and children, it really, really amazes me.I leaned in and tiptoed as I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, but Ermanno pulled me in for a deeper kiss. Our tongues and lips played sinful games with one another. Placing my hand gently on hischest, I pulled away from the kiss, trapped in his Hunter eyes.“Fuck! I can’t seem to get enough of you.” he chuckled.I shyly blushed, glancing around,and noticed a woman selling flowers at her little stand just across the street on the other sidewalk.“Wait here, hun,” I said and rushed off before he could say anything. Just as I appr
Celine’s POV The crowd's frenzied energy intensified as our helicopter touched down at the airport, their excitement palpable as they caught sight of us. The security team struggled to keep the enthusiastic throng at bay, but it seemed like a losing battle. "I'm sure pictures of this are already circulating online," I mused, as I stood before the private jet, emblazoned with my name and signature. Ermanno's smile was affectionate as he gazed upon me, his pride evident. "That's yours, sweetheart," Ermanno murmured, wrapping his arms around me from behind. Confused, I turned to him, my expression a mix of surprise and incredulity. "Wait, really? That's my private jet?" "All yours," he confirmed with a grin. "I wanted to get you something special for our honeymoon, and what better way than your own private jet?" I was rendered speechless, the magnitude of his gift overwhelming me. "Really?" I repeated, still struggling to comprehend his extravagant gesture. "Yes, baby,"
Celine’s POVThey say nothing can prepare you for marriage. But I'll tell you what no one mentions: the sheer amount of sex.As I lie here, basking in the afterglow of the best night of my life, I have to wonder, "Can my body handle this? Can it take much more?" But despite the lingering exhaustion, I can't deny the happiness I feel.What could possibly go wrong? What could happen at this moment that could destroy the perfect life I've created for myself?"Good morning, my beautiful wife," a soft voice cooed from above.My eyes fluttered open, meeting the charming blue gaze of Ermanno. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I basked in the feeling of his gaze upon me."So this is love?" I mused silently, savoring the feeling."Hey," I managed to croak, my voice hoarse from thirst. Ermanno, always perceptive, noticed and quickly handed me a cup of water.As I downed the water in one gulp, Ermanno helped me sit up, his strong arms supporting my back. I savored the feeling of his to
Zelda’s PovIt wasn't me who was the problem. It was her, Celine Westfield, now Celine Vitale. She was the one who had captured his heart, keeping it for herself, leaving no room for me.She was the reason I lay here, my life slipping away in a pool of blood, while he stood there, shocked and helpless. And in my final moments, I realized that she was the reason why Ermanno had never chosen me.All that drama and heartbreak lay in the past now. After being rushed to the hospital and declared dead, I thought my journey on Earth was over. But fate had other plans. That night, a mixture of tears, prayers, and sheer determination brought me back from the brink.Though I lay in a coma for some time, clinging to life, my mother's love and faith proved to be the life force that sustained me. I was alive, but only just, and the long road to recovery had only just begun.For an entire year, I lingered in that coma, caught between life and death. And when I awoke, the world was a d
Zelda’s POV Mrs. Vitale...Celine Vitale. The words were strange and unfamiliar on my tongue. Trust me, I am happy for her. As I watched her walk towards the altar, her dress shimmering like moonlight on a lake, a peaceful smile graced my lips. She looked perfect, like a vision straight out of a fairytale, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for my dear friend. And oh Gosh! Their vows, it was heart warming, touchy, full of love and adoration. Don’t ask me how I got into their wedding, uninvited. But I mean, I am an old friend of theirs so I guess I have all the rights to be present. Looking down at the flash drive in my hand, I couldn't help but think that this would make the perfect wedding gift for them. After all, what better way to celebrate the union of Mr. Manipulator and Mrs. Damsel in Distress than with a little "gift" from their past? They deserved it, if you ask me. I dialed a number, a number that would soon change everything. The voice on the other end wa