Isabela Moner Hot の小説・ストーリー

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

Isabella Monroe “Life is cursed. It makes you think about committing mistakes you once believed were a red line!” Sebastian smiled with his black eyes mixed with red. He was under the influence of arousal. I parted my lips slightly to allow air to enter my lungs again. The atmosphere was hot, the water had begun to boil. The spark of fire coming from his body through the freedom of his hand beneath the water, the icy volcano that erupted there from my side, were enough to recycle the heat and make the tub boil over once again.

Isabel asked as she caressed her cheeks. “Isabel, I have no idea. I haven’t had an easy day lately and things keeps on getting worse. I guess it is my fate to suffer. But I assure you that whoever he is, I am coming for his head.” Her eyes looked dark as she said those words. “And we have your back a hundred percent. All that you have to do is tell us who to beat and we will be on it “Monica suggested cheekily “Count me out of that. I am not as crazy and fierce like you. “Isabel said as she tugged on Monica’s shoulder. They managed to lighten her mood with their silly uncalled-for utterances.

Both of them turned. Isabella Monroe stood beside their table—blond hair blown out, dark sunglasses, white wool coat. She smiled coldly. “Wow. So romantic. A few years ago you left your wife for me, then you left me because our child died! And now you’re proposing to Elena’s assistant? Ridiculous!” Tamara went rigid. Damian rose. “Isabella. What are you doing here?”

Elizabetta quickly replied, trying to steer the conversation away from the previous topic. Isabella instantly pulled me close and whispered. "That's the guy we were talking about?" "Shh!" I shushed her instantly. "He's HOT!" She almost squealed. I rolled my eyes. Isabella was a sucker of good-looking men. Or any man who gave her the slightest of attention. It was pathetic, really.

I muttered. “What?” Jonathan repeated. “Isabella! We're cousins.” “Yes. I have always wanted you, Jonathan. I have seen you bathing. I have seen your muscles and hard angles. I have seen your dick. The length and girth. The veins and all. And I have always fantasized about how it would wreck me. That is what I want. A team, a sexual team!” She explained. “What?” I muttered again. "A... team?" Jonathan asked. Isabella chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Think of it, darling. Your little secret, safely tucked away in my pussy, in exchange for… services rendered.”

She gives me a confused look, but when I start to roam my hands over her body, she understands, “Let me make you come, at least once. You’ll be able to go back out and keep up the Luna act.” Isabella swallows and looks at me silently for a couple of seconds as she considers my offer. She is very obviously having an internal debate between her brain and her pussy. I seriously hope her pussy wins. Isabella looks beautiful tonight, but it's definitely not her. This boring granny style does not fit such a hot woman. I have the biggest urge to rip her dress so I can see her tits. Fuck me, I seriously miss her perky tits and her sweet pale nipples. I miss everything about her and I can't wait any

She then redirected her attention to Max, launching into the first of the last six questions. "As you may have noticed, Isabella is a free spirit. Given her personality, the only thing she might be willing to sacrifice for this relationship is casual sex, now that she has you. That being said, Max Blackwell, are you the jealous type?" I was genuinely interested in Max's response, finding Caleb's question unexpectedly thought-provoking despite its length. I didn't waste any time in looking at Max when he began to answer.

There are latest messages, saying that he is such a stuck and they are straight to the point, inviting Reme. I still can't believe that, especially with Isabella's pregnant woman who has come up lately, so maybe Remon's reserve. I checked the message request, and Isabella was in the open, chatting with chats, saying that she needs remon's help, that she's hiding from the dark for many years, and now she has the courage. But I caught off guard when remon has a one reply, saying that Isabella and him should talk to his viber account. I quickly clinose the messenger, moved to Viber. Isabella was the only one there, and when I opened their conversation, my heart dropped.

"Excuse me?" Elena asked. The cafe suddenly felt hotter. "You heard me," Isabel said, she maintained a predator look in her eyes but she still looked annoyed. "I don't think I understand what you mean." Elena shifted in her seat, she was becoming uncomfortable by the moment and kept glancing towards the restrooms hoping Marcus would come out and end her misery. "Why would he date you? You do not look like his type. Are you a model?" Elena shook her head, the intimidating stare Isabel gave her made her squirm in her seat.