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
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 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
Mattia de Luca“Fabrizia already said that I remember Giulia's party,” I say, irritated.My secretary might as well be a wife, with her insistence on hovering over me about my daughter. If she weren't so competent, I would have fired her already.I continue to review all the documents that need my attention. My company specializes in the production and distribution of fuels.I own the corporation across the entire Pacific West Coast, making me one of the biggest CEOs in the fuel industry.My life isn't just about Oil Corporation. Six years ago, my wife Antonella passed away after a battle with cancer, leaving me and Giulia on our own. I try to do my best, but looking at my daughter reminds me of how alone I am.I ended up distancing myself when I sent her to a boarding school in Washington. She comes home for the holidays, and we try to connect.Having a daughter who is almost twenty sometimes feels more challenging than it should. But my love for her is unconditional. I give her the
Alessa SullivanThe party was about to start, and I was so excited about everything happening. I never imagined I would win a scholarship to George. I'm just an orphan girl who, by the misfortune of losing my parents, received a government scholarship for a private boarding school and, later, had my college funded.I knew my parents were important to the government, but I had no idea who they really were.My friend Giulia had already left our dormitory to go to the hall, prepared for our class graduation and the presentation of our group that got into the residency program. I'm not a nerd, but I work hard to get good grades and stay above average to keep receiving the government's benefits.I looked at myself in the mirror after putting in my contact lenses; the lights would give me a headache from the reflection, so I thought it was better to come and change them. I touched the pendant of my necklace again and looked at the picture I had with my parents.“I'm almost graduating!” I sa
Mattia de LucaCazzo di merda…I glance at the girl next to me and only now remember when Giulia was home last holiday trying to convince her friend to join us. I glanced at her image then but didn't really take in her features.Now, I'm shocked to realize that she's just a girl, not a woman who simply hasn't found the right person yet.I'm such an idiot for not realizing that she was just a girl who probably wanted her first time to be magical.I took her virginity with her facing away from me, and I wasn't gentle; instead, I was like a raging buffalo, thrilled to feel how tight she was. Now that Giulia has left, I’ve practically kidnapped my daughter's friend. I need to make amends with this girl for the terrible man I've been.But as I sat her down in the car seat, she still smelled of me, I saw how she was craving my touch, and I nearly took her lips in mine again.I need to think of what I can do to make amends with her. Who knows what this girl might think of this, she might see
Alessa SullivanGoing with Giulia's father, I don't know where, wasn't what I was planning above that night. In fact, neither was giving my virginity to an older man.But now I'm sitting here in front of him, with his hand on my chin, looking for some sign that I'm insecure about being there in front of him.It wasn't insecurity that was making me think, but I was thinking about what to say to Giulia about my disappearance with her father. I don't want to lose your friendship, it's very important to me.“I accept your proposal…” His lips stick to mine and I let him lead that sensual dance with his warm, enveloping tongue.Before long, I was lying under him on the sofa with its extremely comfortable gray fabric. I grip the collar of his shirt tightly, keeping him trapped in my body.I feel him pull away from my lips and when I open my eyes he looks confused, staring at me.“That's wrong…” He doesn't finish the sentence. “Maybe, but it's too late now.” I start unbuttoning his shirt.
Mattia de LucaEjaculating outside her was something visceral; it was as if I needed to show her how much I desired her, that at that moment she belonged to me.And damn, what a hot girl she is. Even when I was like a bull having sex with her from behind, forcing my way in, she did not reject me and endured the pain I caused her.But when I put her to bed and gave her the affection she deserved for the first time, her body was still swollen and tighter than our first time.I was frustrated when I saw her get up and leave, and something inside me wanted her to stay with me in that room to have another round of sex. I also felt the need to take care of her in many ways.I'd been sitting on the sofa in the apartment for hours, thinking about the mistake I'd just made.“Maledetto!” I say loudly, rising from the sofa.How could I let this happen, I could destroy Giulia's friendship, even more so knowing that she's so fond of it.As my mind wanders back to the moments I spent with Alessa,
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