Semua Bab Love of the Lycan : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Giovanni's hot breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. His hands on her hips made her feel secure and wanted, as he guided her to where he wanted her. She could feel the tip of his hard cock brushing against her clit, making her squirm with excitement. "Spread your legs for me," he whispered into her ear, and she eagerly complied. With a small whimper, she opened herself up to him, revealing her wet and glistening pussy. She could feel her excitement growing with each passing moment, her body aching for his touch.As he positioned himself between her legs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pure lust and desire. She loved giving herself to him like this, her sopping-wet pussy just begging to be fucked. With each thrust, she moaned with pleasure, her body responding eagerly to his touch.As the cock easily slides into her, she gasps at the sensation. Giovanni moves slowly at first, savoring the way her hips grind towards him, s

With a slow, deliberate movement, Isabella rose from the plush couch that cradled her weary form. Clutching the comforting embrace of her soft, warm comforter, she made her way up the staircase, each step marked by the weight of her sorrow. As tears welled up in her eyes, they cascaded down her cheeks, mirroring the pain that burdened her heart.The disbelief within Isabella was palpable, suffusing her every thought and movement. The events that had unfolded between her and Giovanni, whatever they may have been, had left her emotionally raw and vulnerable. In the depths of her despair, she couldn't fathom that Giovanni, the man she had shared a connection with, would simply abandon her in the vast expanse of their grand residence and disappear into the unknown.Questions gnawed at her, her mind tortured by uncertainty. Would he ever return to this house, their shared sanctuary? Or had she become nothing more than a passing flame in his life, a mere mistress temporarily occupying his a

Taking her fork, Isabella delicately cut into the stack of pancakes, allowing the syrup to cascade over them like a golden waterfall. As she raised the bite to her lips, she closed her eyes, relishing the taste of the sweet syrup mingling with the light, fluffy texture of the pancake. In that moment, the fleeting pleasure provided a fleeting solace amidst the chaos that had engulfed her existence.Yet, even as she savored the delicious breakfast, Isabella's mind couldn't help but drift back to her father. Once a kind and responsible man, she could hardly believe how he had succumbed to the destructive allure of gambling, leaving their lives in ruins. Regret and guilt gnawed at her, wondering if there was anything she could have done differently to prevent his downward spiral. Perhaps she could have intervened earlier, voiced her concerns, and shielded him from the ill-fated choices that led them to this heartbreaking predicament.Setting down her fork, Isabella broke free from her rum

"Ryle is here to spend some time with me. We're going to have a lot of fun today, right buddy?" Giovanni said, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he turned his attention back to his nephew, hoping to redirect the conversation and avoid any further tension.Jasmine's tone was inquisitive as she probed Ryle with questions. "No. But, we need to know why he is here, right? What if he needed anything? Tell me, Ryle. Why are you here?"Ryle's innocent voice filled the room. "I miss Uncle Giovanni a lot, Aunt Jasmine. I wanted to meet him. I overheard from Grandpa that he is in his pack house...so, I came here to meet him." He looked up at his uncle with an adoring gaze, clearly thrilled to be in his presence.Jasmine's lips curved upwards, touched by the little boy's words. "That's sweet of you, Ryle. But did you inform anyone at home that you were coming here?" she inquired, her voice gentle and kind.Ryle's response was hesitant. "Ummm..." he murmured, his gaze shifting to the floor.Gio

Isabella settled herself onto the chair positioned in front of the counter, her gaze fixed on Layla, who stood behind it. With genuine curiosity, Isabella inquired about Layla's tenure at this establishment, her voice laced with intrigue. "From how long are you working here?"Layla paused momentarily, absorbing the question before providing a response. The corners of her lips curled slightly, and she leaned forward, acknowledging Isabella's query. "Me?" she repeated, seeking confirmation, to which Isabella nodded affirmatively.A faint smile lingered on Layla's face as she embarked on narrating her work history with Giovanni, the proprietor of the establishment. As if reminiscing about cherished memories, she began, her voice carrying a sense of nostalgia. "Well, I have been working for Giovanni since the very day he came into this world, since he was born."As Layla's words reverberated through the air, Isabella's eyes widened in sheer astonishment, her facial expression mirroring he