Romans & histoires Tu Eres Mio

She was breaking out. She was struggling to breathe, she tried to pull away from him but no, he was gaining in on her. He had her sprawled on the couch unfastening the rope of her robe and clutching her bare skin. Her mouth fell open and her face threw to the back with her hair spread all over the couch as his lips came to her neck, and he was grunting into her ears with raw need. “I need you Bambino Mio (my baby)” he whispered as his tongue touched her naked breast. Her hands were useless against him. Her toes curled up as a ticklish feeling transferred from her body and straight to her brain. Her mouth let out a sweet moan. She has never felt this good before. “I will make you feel beautiful.” He said as he kissed her face sticking his hand into her panties. “I will make your pain go away for a while, bambino.” She screamed when she felt his hand inside of her, their eyes locked into each other before their lips met again. “Do you feel better now?” He grunted out and she tried to nod her head. “No Bambino, you have to be grateful by replying me with words.” He said driving deeper into her. Amora’s life turned topsy turvy down when the powerful and brutal cold billionaire of Venice walks into it. A man filled with a raw taste of need and affection and he offered her what she wanted most in her life. AFFECTION but it came with a price which will cost her a lot more than she would gain. Will she survive being in the billionaire’s world or will she be consumed? This book is RATED 18+

Two years ago, Fabiola Cruz walked out of Alessandro’s life without warning, taking his heart and vanishing into the shadows. Now, he’s no longer the reckless man who once whispered forever into her skin. He’s Alessandro Armani, a ruthless billionaire kingpin feared across continents. He’s a feared Mafia Don with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. Love is a weakness. And Fabiola? She’s the ghost who made him ruthless. So when fate throws her into his world again, working as a waitress in a club, desperate to pay for her daughter’s hospital bills and pay her father’s debts. One night, thugs cornered her, and it's Alessandro who saves her. And he’s not interested in forgiveness. He wants her to be his mistress. And pawn. As past secrets resurface and enemies circle like wolves, Fabiola and Alessandro find themselves trapped in a game of lust, lies, and betrayal. Fabiola wants out of the business once she’s done, because of her daughter, but Alessandro calls her out. “Amore mio,” he smirked, his eyes gave me a thorough stare down. It was slow and deliberate. My heart was a high-speed train. I could feel my face burning, turning a shade that betrayed everything I was trying to hide. “When I said you were mine, I meant it.” He said. He stood and closed the gap between us. I tried to leave. “Stop!” and I froze. “Look at me.” It was an order, and I did exactly that. He gave me his evil half smile. “Fa,” he paused. “Bi,” another pause. “Ola,” he rasped. “You know you will always be mine,” he paused as if to let that sink in, with his laser icy blues staring right into mine. “Right?”

-Je ne veux pas d'une relation en ce moment. -Qui t'a parlé de relation?minaude Elyn au creux de son oreille qu'elle mordille au passage. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi. -C'est vraiment ce que tu veux? lui demande Hendrick. À une seule condition. ajoute-t-il sans attendre de réponse. -Laquelle? demande Elyn intriguée. -Ce sera juste charnel entre nous. Pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour. Elle déglutit devant autant de froideur dans sa voix. -Marché conclut. ***** Planté devant l'autel le jour de son mariage, Hendrick atterit dans un bar pour faire passer sa frustration et sa colère, où il va faire la connaissance d'Elyn. Après des nuits passées ensembles, ils continuent à se voir chacun dans un but précis. Elyn; pour de l'argent parce qu'il est juste un client, et Hendrick pour le plaisir. Mais est-ce vraiment juste du sexe entre eux ou l'amour s'en est mêlé? Une seule règle, pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour...