Mattia de Luca"I know it's dangerous, and I'm terrified, Mattia, but right now, and right now, I just need your support." She relaxes her head against my chest, and I tighten my arm around her."Alessa, I know you imagine a marriage proposal full of..." She turns in my lap and kisses me.I return the kiss tenderly. Her body relaxes as I try to be gentle. At this moment, there's nothing erotic about our contact; I am simply providing the comfort she needs. I can't imagine what's going through her mind, especially after I expressed my desire to have her as my wife."When you visit me during one of my days off, we'll talk about this command you've given me!" I sigh and let her lie down on my chest."Alright, but I insist on making our relationship official, Alessa. Please, it's a way to ensure you are even safer." I hold her face, making her look at me."How do you want to do that?" she asks."Dear, I'm a powerful man. If I want to marry you tomorrow for breakfast, I can make it happen.
Alessa SullivanEven with all the confusion of feelings since he mentioned the call-up, and especially because of that insincere request he made so awkwardly, I was feeling light.Mattia managed to convince me to leave the apartment for dinner at an Italian restaurant he knew; it would be the first time we would be seen together, and surely, someone would take our photo, even though I didn't want that, at least not now.I heard him tell his secretary to keep an eye on the news; he was probably trying to protect me. We arrived in front of the restaurant, and since I had no idea we would be going out, I just put on a navy knitted dress, white sneakers, and a jacket.Mattia opened the car door, and a mischievous smile was on his face. I felt a flutter in my stomach just imagining what he might do with me this weekend. I gave him my hand and let him help me out of the car as we headed towards the restaurant.Before we could even enter, there were already some paparazzi snapping pictures o
Mattia de LucaThe oral sex she gave me in the bathroom was wonderful; it wasn't my intention for any of that to happen, but the cheeky girl, when she stepped away from the table, started to sway and even glanced back at me over her shoulder.As soon as she was out of sight, I headed to the bathroom and pulled out three hundred-dollar bills, handing them to the waiter to ensure no one would come in. I had the best experience I could imagine.Still, I needed to be cautious; seeing people outside the bathroom looking impatient annoyed me with their malicious comments. I muttered some curses and heard Alessa laughing at my attitude.Leaving the restaurant, I glanced around looking for paparazzi traces, and the desire to give my ragazza some pleasure came to mind. So, it would be in the car because I knew she must be feeling aroused by what happened in the bathroom."Take off your panties, mì ragazza!"She opened her eyes in alarm, her head turning in all directions worriedly; I believe s
Alessa SullivanI woke up earlier than my Italian and went to prepare something for us to have breakfast; I left him in bed, naked and beautiful. Mattia is like wine, the older he gets, the more flavorful he becomes, and with that statement, I can only tell myself how involved and passionate I am about the older man who is giving me wonderful orgasms. Our dinner was great, and the orgasm in the car, heavens, how can this man know exactly what to do and how to do it? Of course, his years of experience are an advantage for him to leave me on cloud nine.With a silly smile, I leave the room wearing a fluffy robe, and I head down to the kitchen while he continues sleeping. I know that when he wakes up, he'll just have his coffee and head out to the office. I prepare coffee for both of us while listening to a soft melody. I take advantage of the fact that he hadn't come downstairs yet and start quickly browsing through party clothing stores. After all, on Saturday, I have to accompany Matt
Mattia de LucaWhile I was in a meeting, I received a credit card notification and was surprised to find out that she spent so little on a dress. From what I remember, Giulia wouldn’t spend less than fifty thousand on a decent dress for a party.Mi Ragazza: Don’t hesitate to splurge on the dress and shoes; I want you to dazzle, my girl.I sent the message to make sure she understands that she can spend as much as she needs on the dress. I want those old politicians drooling over my woman, proving that even at my age, I am fortunate enough to have someone to keep me company.As soon as I finish another meeting that needed my attention, related to purchasing a bit more oil to supply my refineries, I receive a new notification and am pleased to know that she is indeed spending some money, which is just sitting idle in my bank account.I am excited as I return to my office and receive a message from her, telling me that she is on her way to meet me. I took the opportunity to call my secre
Alessa SullivanI spent the week with Mattia, as he was theoretically off work, though he spent most of his time in his office, working on that acquisition with Sudan. Now it's Saturday, and I'm anxious about the party I'll have to attend with him later, even though Giulia has encouraged me and keeps saying that everything will be fine.I still feel a bit insecure, especially because I know that when we arrive in the hall, everyone's eyes will be on me, not because of my beauty, but because they'll all notice the significant age difference between us.I had prepared our coffee while Mattia had been up since dawn, monitoring the European stock markets, attempting to partner with a major oil exporter.I'm not Italian, but over the past week, I’ve learned to cook various Italian dishes, and if I may say so myself, I’m doing quite well, especially since my Italian seems to be gaining some weight.As I finish pouring the juice into the pitcher to serve us, I look towards his office and wal
Alessa SullivanSeeing it from that angle, I accept the girls' advice and decide to wear the black one instead of the red. My makeup is very understated and natural; the makeup artist kept saying it was a sin to cover my face with makeup, which I took as a compliment.With my makeup and hair done, I thank the team that came to get me ready and find myself still glancing back and forth between the two dresses, still a bit undecided. The black isn't the stunning look that Mattia had requested.I'm still pondering over the dresses when the scent of my Italian fills the room, and I feel his bare chest against my back, comforting me as he runs his hands over my stomach."Are you undecided?" I nod and hold his hands on my stomach."I find the red dazzling, but the black has something that makes me feel more comfortable, I can't quite explain," he says, kissing my neck."Then I'll wear it tonight," I say, feeling a bit more confident.Mattia sits in the armchair and watches me put on my stoc
Mattia de LucaThe barrage of questions we received as we stepped out of the car made me anxious, although I had already accepted that Alessa was my wife, I still hadn't had the chance to make a decent proposal. But as soon as the opportunity arises, I will make the proposal she deserves and turn her into my Lady de Luca. My daughter had already approved of my relationship with my ragazza, so there's no reason not to propose to keep her by my side.As we entered, all eyes turned our way, as if there were a spotlight above us. I held Alessa's hand firmly and led her toward the leaders of my party.“I want to introduce you to some people,” I said with a smile.We walked through the hall, receiving some looks that made me uncomfortable, especially those filled with lust and desire for Alessa. Do I need to go caveman to make them realize she's my woman?Not far from the leaders of my committee, the Secretary-General of the UN was there, accompanied by his wife. I smiled at the opportunity
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