Alessa SullivanI stare at the closed door that my crazy friend had just slammed in a pointless rush. I let out a breath from my chest and turned to face my roommate's father.“Are you nervous, mia cara?” I gulp as I hear him speak in Italian.The sensation of arousal intensifies even more than what happened in the apartment, where he took me last night and pleasured me.“Can you not speak, could you speak in my language?” I ask, hoping to maintain my sanity.He moves closer and walks around me.“Perché mi chiede questo, c'è un problema con la mia lingua?” “Why are you asking this, is there a problem with my language?”God, he whispers near my ear; I almost feel his tongue touching the lobe of my ear. His finger traces my arm, and I shiver at the touch, subtly giving me a lot to imagine.Just as I understand him mentioning his language, it sends my thoughts racing toward him, tearing off his clothes and taking me again like earlier this morning.“Non c'è problema.” “There is no prob
Alessa Sullivan“Come in, please...” I plead, looking into his dark eyes.“Yes, madame,” he says with a smile on his face. The friction between our sexes almost brings me to orgasm; Mattia starts moving, letting his moans escape, which only makes me crave him more.“I want you to get on all fours for me, let me pleasure you this way,” he says, and I think he still feels guilty about what happened in the library.His hands grip my waist as his lips clamp onto my nipples, his thrusts against my body heating up every cell, increasing the levels of hormones that command my pleasure.But I can't resist, and I do what he asks me to do. I turn in the bed as soon as he moves away so I can be as he wanted. His hands reach for my hair and undo the bun I had been wearing, letting strands fall across my face. “I want a repeat, without the worry of getting caught,” he says, as his finger finds my clitoris and I feel him press.I stifle the scream by biting into Giulia’s pillow, desire causing me
Mattia de LucaI had no intention of sleeping with Alessa in my daughter's bed; it was wrong and just another thing for the blonde beside me to ponder.As annoyed as I was by her saying she would rather not repeat the experience, I understood, especially since her friendship with Giulia is important, and that's what really matters to me.My daughter has never had many friends, and when she talked about the girl she was sharing her room with, I could see her eyes light up with the excitement of a friendship that was only growing stronger.My mourning for Antonella lasted many years, and it was less than two years ago that I started dating again. I saw my piccola growing up alone, without friends by her side to help her break free from her own grief, until she met Alessa.I had never met the young woman until today, as she had never wanted to spend the holidays at home with my daughter. And now, knowing her in this way, I'm grateful for that; maybe if she had come over before, none of t
Alessa SullivanWhen Mattia left the room and stole a kiss, it was clear I wouldn't be sharing a room with him; my friendship with Giulia is far more important than a few orgasms.I entered the room farthest from the one that had a wonderful scent, strong enough to make my panties damp with the excitement I felt for this attractive Italian.I sneaked into the room and was charmed by the minimalist decor, including the bed covered in white with so many pillows that it would be possible to build a fortress. Seeing all this and still being able to smell the scent lingering on my clothes, it was impossible not to feel vulnerable.I missed my mother and her wonderful advice; I so wished I could hear her telling me what to do. It's impossible not to get wrapped up in Mattia's charm.He is handsome, sexy and knows exactly what to do to make me succumb to his touch and his delicious kisses.The sadness from missing my parents only lessens when I'm startled by his presence and feel his affecti
Mattia de LucaHearing what Giulia said made me realize that my piccola was no longer my little girl, and I did the idiotic thing of talking too much.Now I was here worrying about where Alessa had gone, Giulia had already called the dormitory, and she wasn't there, which was making me even more distressed about what I'd done.I'd said I didn't want a relationship; maybe that confused her, since I assumed what had happened between her and me to my daughter.“Worrying won't bring her back, I'll talk to her tomorrow, Dad!” Giulia tried to cheer me up again.Dinner turned cold, the sun had gone out, and I didn't know what to think, she was worried about what Giulia would think and from what she showed, I could see that she had set it up.I don't mind my electoral committee questioning Alessa's age, but I can't tie her to me either, especially with her desire. I stand at the window, looking out at the dark sky, and think about what I've done.I took my daughter's best friend's virginity,
Mattia de LucaI feel all the desire still lingering between us, knowing it would only grow if she allowed it. She pulls away once her breath runs out.“I need to go; I signed up to participate in various UN volunteer actions.”That catches me off guard. I thought she would only go when she was close to graduating and could still enjoy her company here by my side.“I spent the night thinking about what you said, but I feel the desire to go, and I couldn't imagine a way to be there and support you…” She lets out a frustrated sigh.“I, I spent the night and this morning feeling like a jerk for the way I spoke yesterday, and I want to apologize for that,” she holds my face and moves closer to my body.“I did get irritated, yes, with what you said, but Mattia, I'm still very young. There are things you'll have much more experience with…” Her gaze is sad, and only then do I realize that I'm asking her for something she doesn't yet understand. Now, I begin to understand what she's feeling.
Alessa SullivanI couldn’t sleep last night; I kept trying to find a solution to what I felt about being with Mattia.When I chose a stranger to be my first man, I had no idea that this man would turn out to be the father of my best friend, and now my feelings are so mixed up.The request to be with him, if just a casual affair, distracted me from my real focus.The death of my parents is the reason I practically received a lifelong scholarship for my studies as long as I maintain average grades. And here I am, thinking about being involved with a man twenty years older, a Republican, and Giulia’s father.I wish I had my cell phone with me, at least to see what was happening. It was quite late; maybe Giulia was still awake!I look at the clock, and it’s almost time to go to the hospital, I’m sure Giulia will use the first opportunity she gets to approach me.I get ready, and the decision to volunteer at the UN seems even more correct with each passing hour, even though I wish I could
Mattia de LucaI love my daughter for convincing Alessa to come home and talk to me about what she's done, but I won't take her desire and dream away from her, even if she took the action she did.Alessa is young and maturity is achieved through the actions we take, whether they are right or wrong, and her actions will have consequences. I'll try to be by her side as much as I can.We had a wonderful afternoon together, she'd prepared our dinner, and seeing her in just my shirt with my breasts almost showing, I was dying to make love to her right there on the sofa.I was already in my underwear with her next to me on the couch. Even though I was worried about this possible war approaching, I don't know what the fuck I was worried about, just imagining her in danger on the other side of the world.I got up in my underwear and went to answer the door, I wasn't expecting anyone and the unwanted person would have seen me in my underwear to understand that I didn't want a visitor.“Dad, th
Carolina AlcântaraI can take some time away from all this madness, enjoy my pregnancy alongside this man who seems to be starting to get involved with me. With a betrayed woman, insecure at the moment, practically using him as an escape from my reality.“Are you ready?” I look at the man, wearing only a towel around his waist.“I think so.” I feel my cheeks burning.“How long has it been since you felt this shy, Carol?” A smile spreads across my lips.As I ponder his question, I reflect on it. I’ve been with Bruno for over ten years. We've gone through so many situations together that embarrassment and awkwardness have become long-forgotten feelings.Hassan is something new. I still feel self-conscious about all the marks on my body. I was significantly overweight at one point, which left its traces. On top of that, living so long in the mafia taught me to train, change my eating habits, and most importantly, learn how to defend myself. Because of this, I lost a lot of fat and gained
Carolina AlcântaraThis is enough to make me cry even more, to truly let out my last tears for that traitor. Hassan doesn’t deserve the burden of caring for a woman who still doesn’t know how to handle her shattered feelings."I’m sorry you have to see me like this…" I don’t finish my sentence.Another sob escapes, and my crying takes over again. But this time, Hassan embraces me, and I hear his sobs blending with mine. Yet, it’s different—I can see in his face that there’s joy."Why are you laughing?" I ask, wiping my face."Because you’re pregnant, my Sayidati, and by Allah, I want to be by your side," he says.At that moment, I forget what happened, who I am, and the consequences of everything that might come. I swing my leg over Hassan’s hips and place his hands on my belly."I need to ask you something. Think about it carefully, with love," I say.The thought is dangerous, but I know I can find support if I speak to the right people and hide it from those I must. His hands gently
Carolina AlcântaraWe left the office in silence, holding hands, as Hassan seemed determined to take care of everything that was happening to me. At that moment, I was…Shocked…Surprised…In disbelief…But I was…Amazed…And enchanted by the thought of carrying the life of two more people inside me, even though I didn't care who the father was.Even though I am who I am in the mafia and chose to enter to keep my daughter Laís and my family safe, I have the choice to put the life of my children’s father at risk. Bruno could be killed for his betrayal.This is a thought that has been tormenting me for the last few days, which is why I am avoiding talking to Bruno. I need to think calmly and decide what to do.I am surprised by how my life is turning out. Not just this pregnancy, but now I have this Arab by my side, and Hassan is right, we need to be careful with our feelings, not that I regret having fun with him. But we can hurt each other deeply.Hassan is being cautious, and even th
Hassan Al-MakkiI cannot forget that she is married, and even though she says she’s going to separate, I see in her eyes that Carolina still loves the man who betrayed her. I believe that, once she calms down a bit more, they’ll talk and work things out.Probably breaking my heart and crushing the feelings that are creeping around the edges. Even though I know there might be a possibility.That’s why I need to be careful not to fall in love and end up suffering like a stray dog left behind. I place my phone in her hand and let her read the message I just received.Her gaze shifts to the screen, and I see her take a deep breath. I notice when the screen goes dark and she returns the phone to my hand.“Tell him I asked you to take me to a café, that I’m still upset and haven’t been talking much,” she says. I nod.I turn the phone and send the message, relaying her request.Hassan: Mr. Alcântara, I haven’t seen her talk much. She’s been quiet. Today she asked me to take her to a café. I’
Hassan Al-MakkiHer other hand brushes through my beard, and our lips meet in a slow, delightful kiss. I quicken the pace of my fingers, and her head tilts back. I notice when she spreads her legs wider, though that ridiculous fabric prevents me from giving her a better orgasm."I promise I'll make you come better as soon as I find out if there's a bidhara inside you," I say. She squeezes her eyes shut, her climax making her look stunning."Hassan, I need..." she begins, but I know exactly what she needs."Let's go, then!" I say, withdrawing my finger from between her legs and bringing it to my mouth to taste her.Her hand reaches for the bulge in my pants, and I watch her lick her lips."Do you want this?" I ask, feeling her press against me."Get in the car, and you'll find out," she replies. I glance at her briefly and head to my seat in the car.Looking at Carolina, her smile is like that of a cat that just ate a canary. I drive out of the garage and head to the address she entere
Hassan Al-MakkiFrank realizes I won’t say anything, so he approaches and serves himself coffee while I sit with my cup, starting to browse the news from the Middle East, my parents’ messages, and some sports updates.I notice several messages from an unknown number arriving, and an odd feeling takes over when I realize it’s from Carolina’s husband, asking me to take care of her.If the man knew that the most I did last night was care for her body, feeling her touch on mine, it was different. All I want right now is to go back to that room and inhale her scent again.I close my eyes, feeling the guilt trying to consume me. Just as I was about to drink my coffee, I notice it's already finished, so I stand and refill the cup.As soon as I sit down, the sweet perfume fills the kitchen. I see her eyes searching for someone, smile, and reassure her.However, hearing that she’s probably pregnant feels like it’s opening a gap between me and this beautiful woman, wearing a dress that accentua
Hassan Al-MakkiBeing the son of the Sheik brought me far more problems than joys. I had the misfortune of losing my beloved wife while we were still expecting our first child.There were men who believed we weren't worthy of being who we were, or of my father holding the position of ruler. I spent months in depression, and before things could get worse, I decided to run away from it all, leaving Raja, my sister, as the heir.I fled to America, using my military knowledge to get a job as a security guard. I managed to land a position with a pop singer, but like me, he suffered from depression and ended his pain by taking his own life in a bathtub with many sleeping pills.Even though I ran away from my responsibilities in Sudan as the future Sheik, I never stopped sending updates to my parents and kept my faith in Allah, always carrying my masbaha with me, even at times during work.For some reason, I was chosen by Mrs. Lira to help protect her during the rescue of her son, who was in
Bruno AlcântaraI run my arm along her thick, defined thigh, pull her towards me and sink my nose into that sweet-smelling pussy I love. I use my fingers to part her lips and find that reddened nerve full of arousal.I leave her exposed, her skin rosy, and smile as I bring my tongue closer. I start licking from bottom to top, lingering on her clitoris, circling, sucking, biting and squeezing. The nectar I hadn't felt for almost a year came onto my tongue, bewitching me as if it were a dose of the drug I'm addicted to.The muscles in his legs were trembling, I felt his body relax, and I looked up to see a beautiful smile on his lips. His hands were free of my hair and I felt a caress on my beard, which was longer than usual. I lay my face on her hand, receiving her touch there.Her body slides down mine, sitting on my lap, our gazes meet and I can see all the pain there, the accusations that still linger in her mind and certainly, mine too.“Forgive me, my Goddess.” I beg again.Still
Bruno Alcântara Last night, she swore she would never trust me again, that our marriage would become nothing more than a facade. For months, she didn’t say a single word to me unless it was strictly necessary, just enough to keep anyone from noticing something was wrong. Even while hating me, she never reported me to the council. I won’t deny I felt a little afraid during every visit we were forced to attend together. She would always talk privately with our mothers, Fritz, and Alex. It was as if she enjoyed hinting that she had something against me. My mother stopped talking to me entirely during that time. They all punished me, and I accepted it silently. The seatbelt sign chimes, pulling me out of my memories. I need to focus on what to do. This time, it wasn’t my fault, even though I knew I had promised never to drink in anger again. The landing jolts me back to reality. The damage was done; now, I can only hope my Goddess will at least let me talk to her. When my pl