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63-his phone
Alessia Romero
-----I sat quietly on the grey couch in the sitting area. I had been struggling to pick up where I left off with my cartoon art but my brain couldn't sprout ideas. I kept erasing and picking up again and the same shit went on and on.I sighed in frustration as I poked my head. Maybe I was too eager for nothing. But God knows I needed to gather my brain cells together and draw, or else my dream was to be shattered permanently."Who is Frederico?" Rodion's deep voice caught me looking up. He stood beside me holding a phone where his face was buried on. The phone was none other but mine.Frederico was our neighbour, that cute bad boy neighbour who you would wish to just have their number. Well, Carina was once hitting hard on him until we saw a girl walk out of their house, with Frederico holding her intimately."My neighbour." I nearly got up but he occupied a seat across from where I sat. "Why? has he been calling?"He never botheredRelated chapters
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 64-touch the parts
Alessia Romero—-------I picked his phone with hesitation. There was no way he expected me to use his phone knowing I would in fact go through all his chats. He then disappeared to his room, leaving me with his phone, his freaking phone.I gently sat down, holding his phone as though I was holding something fragile. I gazed at the door he disappeared to then back at the phone. He was serious, and I was seriously gonna feed my knickknack. I needed to know what was always in his mind, what his chats looked like.Was he sassy? Or, was he always straight to the point when chatting? Was he always cold?Does he have someone he would share secrets with?Questions choked my brain every second that I stared at his phone.I was shaking for real because my eyes were needing more than they were supposed to see. I exhaled then leaned on the coach's backrest and swiped the screen to unlock it.Jokes on me because he had no meaningful apps except for
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 65-to fix you
Alessia Romero ---- We are all fools in our own ways, that was something that I had confirmed when I hesitated to leave the room. I had a choice to flee, it was as simple as to open the door and step out, but no, I stayed. "Come here, Alessia." His voice possessed too much power that caused my nerves to flutter. To disobey him was way too hard for me. So I turned to him. I strode to him like an obedient puppy. It was funny how I had to do as he always ordered. I wondered if he would also do what I mandated, but I was probably jesting myself. "Tell me..." He stepped in and my eyes followed his own. His hand reached to my cheek. He swept the hair strands off my face in a manner that left me warm. I could feel my cheeks churning with the radiating heat. "...do you know I am a man?" I nibbled my lower lip and then found my voice. "I was looking at your tattoos and the scars." I silently murmured as I briefly gazed at his skin again then back at his ey
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 66-hard to resist
Mature scene ahead . Alessia —----- The fact that he admitted he hurt me really caught my heart racing. And swearing to fix me meant he was sorry. If he was not an asshole, he could have apologized like any person out there but his words meant a lot more than an apology. I slowly turned to him, I wanted to look at the man who was slowly making me want to forget everything and start afresh, and in his eyes, I saw he was telling the truth. My hands found his shoulders and I wrapped myself around him. He immediately hauled me up that I straddled his waist. We were both lost to think straight because just then, we found each other's lips. It started off deep but slow and the pace picked up. Our lips caressed deeply as our breath mingled. Slight moans tore through my throat from the pleasure that sprouted inside me. He began walking but I didn't want the kiss to stop. I wanted him so badly, my body needed him and even though my heart was fr
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 67-to be your man
Rodion Konstantin MATURE ----- I craved to see every corner of her beauty. She was created to be a goddess who fell right in my hands. I admit that I never imagined her being nothing but an enemy, but looking down at her made me regret the days I was busy wasting. She was a beautiful flower. My flower. Her hazel eyes were on me as she followed my actions. I couldn't grasp a better start on how to handle her cause I desired every part of her. "You are beautiful." I meant it. She was satisfying my lust. To think I only thought I could be satisfied by seeing people get hurt or bleed as they begged for my mercy, made me look stupid, because the girl under me was indulging. I wanted her, all of her for me. I knelt beside the bed and pulled her by her thighs so she was close to the edge. My senses wanted to bow for her, I wanted to taste her while on my knees. She gasped and trembled when I kissed her inner thighs. She always responded to my sinful
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 68-how you taste
Rodion MATURE —------ I continued pushing my hips back and forth as I plunged into her, the pace was increasing each second I felt I fitted and she was comfortable. My name sounded so sweet from her mouth. It always drove me insane hearing her roll out my name. I drilled into her cunt resulting in screams of pleasure erupting from her throat over and over. My butt clenched and unclenched as I sank my dick repetitively into her. I clasped her hips in position so that she wouldn't defy the tempo. "Rodion." My name left her lips as I hit her sweet pussy with a pace. "You are mine, Alessia." I declared while increasing my pace, ensuring to sink into the deepest corner. She nodded, unable to utter a word. "This pussy is mine, baby, do you understand?" I asked while drilling deeper into her cunt and pinching her rock-hard nipple. She whimpered, crawling on the bed as she tried to find something to hold. "Oh, fuck." She stuttered. Her body leape
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 69-avoiding you
Alessia ____ I am a slut. You might be wondering why I suddenly labeled myself as a slut but I had a reason. I was craving to feel his hardness buried in the depth of my walls again. I had times without numbers when I had to squeeze my thighs to stop the sinful feeling between my legs. One thing that Carina forgot to mention to me was the after-desire. The overwhelming longing couldn't allow me to think of anything else but him, his cock, and the night His mere presence made me want to take it for myself. I was not exaggerating because I had to avoid him in order to control what I was feeling. They call it lust. But even my heart and every single part of my whole being wanted him. So bad. I unbuckled the safety belt and then sighed. We were on a plane which we had docked ten minutes ago and the sudden travel was unknown. I never asked where we were suddenly going, I just followed the moment. For once I wished he would decide to go for business
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 70-the after-desire
Alessia —--- "Was I that bad?" Rodion asked and my heart raced. "What?" My eyes popped out. He took a huge sip. "No, No. I-" I sighed. "-I don't know how to explain this. It was my first and I probably forgot to research on what happens after. So... my body is misbehaving." I explained with actions. He never blinked and probably, I wasn't making sense. "For fuck sake Rodion, stop looking at me like that." I groaned while sinking back on the backrest. "Fine, I need more. There, I have said it." He paused and locked our gaze. I processed my words over and over and hated how I would blurt out some words. He slowly settled the glass on the table then chuckled. He was laughing? He had the guts to laugh at a moment like that? "You shouldn't be laughing." I pouted. "Come here." He held his hand out for me. After hesitation, I reached for his hand and got up. He pulled me gently until I was perched on his lap. I had straddled him. He settled one hand
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 71- his little gem
Rodion___Having Alessia with me brought a certain warmth to the depth of an organ that was considered to be as hard as a rock. I thought that I couldn't have such a feeling but it was there, and it was strong.I wondered if she felt the same. I almost felt like an idiot to be driven around by her. She would make me fall on my knees and beg her, she would make me stay up all night just to watch her sleep. Sometimes I would just think about her every damn minute and forget I had an empire to run.She made me feel pathetic, but I could feel that if it meant for her. I could be anything for her, anything.I let her rest on the seat after a session of sex. I also instructed the pilot to hover around for a few minutes so she could get enough sleep she desired.
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