Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fatal Attraction : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

AuracioI can't take it anymore.It's been too long since I've held this fire inside me. Too long since I've watched her, listened to her, imagined her naked, offered, panting under my thrusts. My body is tense to the extreme. My patience has reached its limits.I press her gently against the wall, my hands framing her face, my eyes searching for hers. She does not pull away. Her gaze burns, her chest rises quickly. I can feel that she is ready.—I’ve waited too long, I whisper in a hoarse voice. I want you now. I desire you to the point of losing my mind. Let me make you mine.I don’t give her time to respond. My lips crash down on hers, brutal, hungry. She moans against my mouth, her hands gripping my neck. I lift her suddenly and carry her to the bed, placing her down like a treasure that I am about to profane with adoration.I almost rip her clothes off. My breath is ragged, my hard cock threatens to explode. When my hands discover her breasts, I grunt. Round, perfect, heavy. I ta

ArianeI see a hearty, colorful breakfast, perfectly arranged in front of me: pastries, fresh fruits, scrambled eggs, honey pancakes, all accompanied by freshly squeezed juice. I eat to my heart’s content, without restraint, a smile on my face. From time to time, he approaches, wipes my mouth... with his own. He kisses me gently, as if it were automatic. He’s addicted, I swear. I chuckle to myself. He plays the macho outside, but here, in the intimacy of our room, I am the queen.I finish eating, full and satisfied, and look at him, intrigued.— But… you haven’t eaten anything. Why?He looks at me, calm, with a tender gaze, almost loving.— I was waiting for your belly to be full. Now that it is… I can eat the rest.— Aren’t you going a bit overboard?— No. Your well-being comes first. Even before me.I stare at him, unsettled. It’s almost too… too beautiful, too perfect, too caring. As if he’s trying to conquer me with gentleness, scratching beneath my skin.— That’s really chivalrou

AuracioHis best friend.— I am going to become very close to his best friend.I often think back to what happened at the very beginning, to the winding path that led us to where we are today. It is important to understand that the mafia has its roots in a distant past, long before the world ever heard of it. Some historians believe that its origins may date back to the Muslim conquest of Sicily, when Christian princes, forced into exile, took refuge in the mountains and remote areas. To continue to secretly rule over their lands, they supposedly formed secret societies based on strict codes of honor and a rigid organization. These groups, dogmatic and elitist, laid the foundations for the mafia structures we know today.However, the mafia as we know it really emerged in the 19th century, more precisely in the second half, in the heart of Sicily. It was during this time, with the massive emigration of Sicilians to the New World, that the outside world first discovered this ancestral s

AuracioAriane escapes from Auracio's arms like a fury and rushes towards my room, her heels clicking against the floor. I chuckle softly. She is adorable when she is upset. But I have no time to waste. I have a personal mission to accomplish.ArianeI head towards my wardrobe and rummage through the closet. Clothes of all colors, soft, sensual, expensive materials—thank you, Auracio—but today, I need a killer look. And there it is: the jumpsuit. Perfectly fitted. It hugs my curves like a second skin, accentuating my ample breasts and my lovely round backside. A true textile masterpiece.I look at myself in the mirror, hands on my hips, chin held high. — If I were a man, I would fall madly in love with myself, I murmur with a carnivorous smile.I plant a kiss on the mirror.— Mirror, my beautiful mirror, tell me who is the fairest of them all?— It’s you, my queen, I reply with a wink.— Thank you, my beautiful mirror, you’re just telling the truth, but it’s always nice to hear.I st

ArianeShe faces me, standing tall, looking confident. I clench my fists, my gaze piercing through her.Ariane: What are you doing here?She rolls her eyes, haughty.- And what does it matter to you? Who are you to ask me that?A cold smile forms on my lips.- Me? I may be nobody… except that, you see, you are currently in my house. So I will ask the question a second time, and you better answer me clearly. What are you doing here?She tries to go around me, to push me with her arm, but that's the worst mistake she could make. I grab her violently by the hair and pull hard. She lets out a piercing scream, a blood-curdling howl.- Let me go, you savage!- Savage? You still don’t know who you’re dealing with. And you still haven’t answered my question.She twists under my grip.- Let me go… I will… I will answer you!I pull even harder, forcing her to bend. Tears roll down her cheeks.- Then speak. What are you doing in my house?She hesitates, her gaze evasive.- I came to see Auracio.