Todos os capítulos de Caitrona’s Desire (BWWM): Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"what if our Cinderella character ends up as Cinderona with no glass slippers and no prince from any castle but instead with a stepmother and a sisters who can do anything to ruin her?""Or what if the man who's not a prince doesn't like what the future has installed for him? A dark skinned CinderOna instead of a Meek skinned Cinderella?"S u m m a r yThe first time Ona Balboa met Donnie Dellucci, a wealthy and mysterious handsome young Italian man, her only wish is to lay once on his bed.But when Adonis (Donnie) Dellucci, first lay eyes on Caitrona Balboa the rural dark skinned lady with the crazy and special ingredients, aloof and cool as him, he couldn't help it but let her be...This is a CinderOna's story, not a Cinderella's with a prince in a castle.A u t h o r s n o t e 

Immediately I entered the banquet charity room, all eyes were diverted to my dress first, before me. I was putting on a black knee-length dress with my back exposing my bare skin to the waist. My hair was up in a ponytail and a silver stiletto.   I felt a little bit embarrassed as I walked down the stairs, and it was not going well with me at all; I was uncomfortable.   Everyone dressed in suits and gown and all, but my appearance caught everyone’s attention. Some people didn’t hide their disgust others raised questioning eyebrows at me.   My eyes landed on Benita Balboa. The great grandmother of the house.   “Someone who came from an unsocial town, what more do you expect from her?” Avala giggles slightly.   “Of course, she can't play the part of a Balboa Clan,” Graciela adds.   I groaned immediately. I walked closer to the Balboa. “You...” looking at Avala

"Gracie, is this a new bag?"  "Yes, Chiara, my father has returned, and he bought this one for me, and it's the newest model," she happily replied. I stood at the exit of the mass communication department, looking at how energetic Gracie’s face was. "Graciela, come out," I yelled. The way she immediately dropped the bag out of fright was a divine blessing. She screamed as the leather bag hit the floor. The glare she sent my way was a murderous one.  “Because you called me, should I run out? Why should I listen to you?" she angrily said. I sighed. Walking into the lecture room. "Alright then, don't come out," I entered and sat down in front of her and her two friends, Chiara and Sabrina. Chiara hiss, not minding if I am in front of her. "Graciela, why is your stepsister so rude and rough? Only people like you have enough patients to deal with her kind..." Sabrina then rolls her e

Gianna Lynn is 5'3 in height, slim, and alabaster white with brown eyes and coffee-brown hair that she loves dying green. She's an excellent friend of Caitrona from Sicily who newly moved to Milan for her new job. Gianna frowns. “You scared me. So what exactly happened? How did you fall?” she folds her arm to her chest. Who else could it be? It indeed those devils, I will undoubtedly settle this score with them. But I should not tell Gina for the time being, or else she will worry. She thought. Caitrona fakes a smile. “Don't worry, I am alright,” she showcases her womanly muscles at Gina, “I just fell accidentally, that's all,” Gina furrows her eyes at Caitrona, knowing fully well that her friend is lying. She flicks on Caitrona's forehead with her big thumb. “You've been unconscious for two days, don't force yourself,” she yells angrily at Caitrona like a mother scolding her only child. Caitrona groans in pain as she rubs her

Explicit Chapter warning 🚫⚠️⚠️ _ Please, this chapter is on another adult level, some persons might find it inappropriate, but still, you don't have to read this chapter if you are not going to feel comfortable with it. You can skip this and wait for the next update. Thank you.   He gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes, and his eyes trail my face.  His hands reach up and undo and pull down the zipper of the blue gown I was wearing. Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move beneath the waistband, skimming me and moving to my behind. His hands glide slowly down my backside to my thigh. I cannot look away. He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact. He leans forward, running his nose up against the apex between my thighs. I feel him.  “You smell so good,” he murmurs and closes