Mattia de LucaWill and Fabrizia did not disappoint in this electoral campaign. Over thirteen days, we traveled across the entire East Coast of America. I was tired, and even worse, I was dying from missing la mia ragazza. Day by day, I saw how she was dedicating herself to taking care of Ruslan.I used my influence and have already arranged for him to come to Washington as soon as Alessa makes it clear she wants to return home. I want her here by my side, with the elections approaching.I feel that we are going to win this electoral race, but I want her by my side as Mrs. De Luca. If Giulia can really arrange everything, we will have the most beautiful wedding I could give my girl."Sir?" I hear Will calling me.I turn towards him and wait for him to speak. Fabrizia was still by his side, and even though they tried to hide it, I could see that their relationship was getting stronger, which made me happy."You are cleared to go visit your future bride!" That news breathed new life int
Alessa Sullivan"Alessa Sullivan, my love, will you accept to be my wife, my lover, and my friend?"Having Mattia here was exactly what I needed at that moment when I was feeling so fragile and insecure, longing for his arms around me.But what I receive is this handsome Italian, the man I am in love with, proposing marriage in the way I had dreamed about these past few days.I felt my heart racing just seeing him there beside me, kneeling down, making the proposal I had longed to hear from him ever since he made me his and declared he wanted me by his side.I am moved by his proposal and feel the tears running down my face. I see that Mattia is waiting for my answer, but I find it hard to tell him yes, that it is everything I want at this moment.That I would accept being his wife, being the woman who will wait for him every day after work, to share with him his triumphs and frustrations. Just like he has been there for me every day after I leave the hospital tents and head to the do
Mattia de LucaWe were in the small aircraft that seemed too big at that moment, I just wanted to touch mì ragazza, take her to the small cabin there, at the back, and make her moan and whisper my name. However, I had a huge dilemma on my hands.Ruslan seemed very interested in knowing everything that was going on around him, and I was loving having him by our side. Who would have thought that this ragazza would make me adopt a boy in the middle of the war? He is extremely intelligent, he can understand that a lot was happening around him and that we will never let anything bad happen to him.I've been in love with this little boy since the moment I was able to talk to him. I could see the confusion in his eyes with every call, perhaps because he seemed so much older, and it did not make sense to him that he was Alessa's boyfriend.Our flight wasn't too long, just a little over two hours, but luckily, he needed to take medication due to his surgeries, which made him drowsy. As soon as
Alessa SullivanI have no complaints about Mattia; he always takes care of all my needs, and now I see him trying to understand what has changed in almost a month.I took a deep breath and sat next to him in the armchair, from where we could see that Ruslan was in a deep and very peaceful sleep. I know it's because of the medication we need to give him due to his many injured organs.My mind goes back to everything I've been seeing here in Kyiv, how people can be so cruel, taking the opportunity of having lethal equipment to commit atrocities against others.How many children we see entering the tents alone, as soon as they are discharged they are sent to some shelter, and we pray to the heavens that no missile falls on those children who no longer have anyone.Ruslan was very lucky, or perhaps I was lucky to be there when he passed by. At that moment, he was so dazed, he probably didn't even realize how far he had walked from his home.I let my emotions take over, tears flowing throu
Mattia de LucaHolding Alessa in my arms was exactly what I needed; feeling her sweet scent and her gentle, yet sometimes impulsive, demeanor made her as beautiful as she is. Even her mood swings and moments of vulnerability only endeared her more to me.I can't deny that meeting Ruslan in person was a moment that made my paternal instincts shout inside my mind, confirming that this little boy, so similar to Alessa, was indeed our son. It was different from when Giulia was born.But kneeling before her to make the proposal that I knew she was eagerly awaiting turned out better than I imagined. I was so anxious, her delay in responding left me doubting whether I had waited too long to ask her to marry me, even though she was already my woman.Because it was a fact, Alessa Sullivan would become my wife as soon as we left that hotel room, after I had drawn from her every orgasm that we had unfortunately missed during our time apart.I had prepared an entire script of surprises for her, w
Alessa SullivanArriving in Cappadocia was absolutely wonderful, and having Giulia there made me feel even more complete. I was thrilled with my new and recently formed family.Saving little Ruslan and hearing him call me “mom” was an indescribable feeling; I felt fulfilled and complete when we all gathered on the side of the landing strip.We arrived at a beautiful hotel located on the slopes of a mountain with huge arches and many flower pots scattered around the entrance of the massive hotel. As soon as we entered, I realized that Mattia had prepared many surprises for the upcoming days.Mrs. De Luca, who would have thought that a casual hookup my first sexual experience would literally turn me into an almost married woman to the father of my best friend, and now a mother by adoption to a beautiful little boy.Upon entering the suite, which was reserved for the newlywed De Luca couple, I fell in love with the panoramic view from the balcony. I could see the entire valley where the
Mattia de LucaAfter draining every ounce of energy from her, I carried her to bed and let her rest. It was clear to see how tired she was and that she had been losing weight.I kept my eyes on the bed where my future wife lay. There was something about her appearance that was bothering me. Alessa is a slender woman, but the time she spent away seems to have caused her to lose a lot of weight, and I didn't like that.That place is no longer safe for her. How did I not realize she was wasting away there? Perhaps the lack of sleep and the diet they must offer everyone at that base didn't suit her tastes.In the middle of the night, Giulia and Erick appear in the next room and leave Ruslan in bed, informing me that he had already had dinner and taken his medications. My daughter didn't miss a thing, leaving so many bags beside the bed that it seemed excessive.I need to give a good bonus to Giulia. As the older sister, she took very good care of Ruslan while catching up with my ragazza.
Alessa de LucaI was startled when I saw Giulia enter my room with a huge white box. Hearing her talk about marriage left me somewhat dazed, not quite sure what to think. Watching Ruslan and Giu's happiness as she started to open the box in front of me, I barely had time to absorb everything that was happening. I only heard the door closing and Mattia saying he would wait for me."Do you love my dad?" Giulia asked me again.I was so frightened that I hardly heard anything she had said before I sat down on the bed and saw the delicate fabric in the box."You know I do. Everything happened so fast, but you know I gave my heart to my friend’s father!" I said affectionately."Then why are you like this?" I ran my hand over the fabric.My confused thoughts drifted to my parents. Only now, with the word 'marriage' echoing in my mind, did I realize I wouldn't have my dad to walk me down the aisle, to kiss my forehead and give my hand to my groom at the altar.A tear rolled down my cheek with
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
Bruno Alcântara Seeing my Goddess step off the plane, leaving me behind, was a clear sign I’d suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Not for sleeping with someone else, thinking it was her, but for promising I’d never drink to the point of doing something stupid again. As the plane took off, carrying me home without my wife, it brought back painful memories from a little over two years ago. I had been in New York for the launch of the “SMOKE” branch. My company was growing rapidly, and new branches needed to be opened in various locations. This week, it was San Diego’s turn. All the employees had already been hired, but I was irritated because, on the most important night for our company, my Goddess wasn’t by my side. She was out there, helping with tasks that my stepfather’s son should have been handling. I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead to calm myself. I’d already tried calling Carolina a dozen times today alone, but all my calls went straight to voicemail. “Mr. Alcân
Carolina Alcântara I take off my clothes and step into the shower, hoping to cool my body down and maybe wait for the company of a bold Arab. In just two days, he reminded me how good it feels to have sex for pleasure. Not just for revenge. I need to figure out what he meant about who he is. Maybe it’s time to ask Joyce for a small favor, without sparking Carlinhos’s curiosity or making her spill the beans to Bruno. “Kayf takhunin amra’atan mithluk Sayidati.” "How could he betray a woman like you, madam?" I smile, pleased to know he’s joined me. I glance back to see if he’s planning to shower with me. “What did you say?” I ask, just to be sure. “That I can’t believe he had the audacity to betray you.” I look at his face and notice the sincerity in his eyes. “We need to be quick. Frank said he’s expecting guests later, and we still have your appointment,” I say, turning to him with concern. “Guests?” He nods while removing his clothes. “Yes, it seems Mrs. Lira and M
Carolina Alcântara “If it were dangerous, it wouldn’t be under Vanessa’s protection. What do I need to know about you, Hassan?” I ask because a warning goes off in my head. “I’m not dangerous, Sayidati, but I have my reasons for being here and not in Sudan with my family,” he says in a melancholic voice. He responds by placing his hand on my shoulder, while the other encourages me to move on top of his erection, which I can already feel. Unfortunately, my phone starts ringing, and I see my ex-husband’s name on the screen. “You’d better take it,” Hassan says, and I shake my head. “I won’t answer. This isn’t the first time he’s cheated on me, Hassan. Right now, I just need distance.” I say, frustrated. “I still don’t know what to do about any of this…” “I’m sure you’ll figure something out, I just want to ask that you keep me alive in the process.” I burst out laughing, but agree with him, and he lets out a relieved sigh. “Tell me what will keep this pregnancy going, and I’ll
Carolina AlcântaraI sit in the office, extremely reluctant. I didn’t expect Hassan to remind me about Bruno within the first twenty words after we had sex. It’s frustrating that this happened. I hold my large cup of black coffee as I try to organize my mind, which is now filled with pending matters, especially with the Swiss. I turn on my laptop and try to focus while I wait for my mother to pick up. As I hear the persistent ringing on the other side, I begin looking over the movements of the cash register from last week, especially the people who visited the Swiss, hoping to close a partnership. My inbox is full of messages from both Juliana and my brother, I sit in the office, extremely reluctant. I didn’t expect Hassan to remind me about Bruno within the first twenty words after we had sex. It’s frustrating that this happened. I hold my large cup of black coffee as I try to organize my mind, which is now filled with pending matters, especially with the Swiss. I turn on m
Carolina AlcântaraI look at his body, admiring it, and I like what I see. Hassan is really well-built, and the fear arises the moment I see him tearing open the condom package to put it on his erection. The smell of strawberries makes me crave a box of condensed milk.I run my tongue over my lips, wanting to put it in my mouth and test how far I can swallow. He smiles and shakes his head, and I’m sure he’s as impatient as I am at this moment.Hassan grabs my ankles and pushes them toward my butt, leaving me open and exposed to him. I smile as he approaches my knee and leaves a kiss there. I watch as he picks up one of the pillows, not understanding what he’s going to do.“Just to make you comfortable, now raise that sexy ass.” I do what he asks.Hassan begins to settle between my legs, but he doesn’t enter me. Instead, he lies down on top of my body and kisses me gently. I feel his respect as he touches me.He lifts my chin again and smiles at me.“You know, after tonight, our relatio