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Esliee I. WisdonHi guys, are you prepared for next chapter? I must say, I'm kinda proud of myself because the next chapter (Hot as hell) is really spicy and naughty! Like 100% erotic. The reason I put the hot scene only in the next chapter is because not everyone likes it. So if you want to just jump it, there's no prejudice for the main story. (But I truly recommend, tho. I made it perfect!) Anyway... see you next chapter, I hope. Please don't forget to give a gem if you're enjoying this book. Love u, xx.
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Giovanni's eyes are closed, but a sly smile reaches his lips when he hears the sound of the opening door. He senses her approaching. Eleonor bites her lips as she sees all the details of his perfectly sculpted body. It seems a sin that the water droplets run down his warm skin. She even feels a bit jealous of this damn water. Eleonor walks over to him, feeling wet on the soles of her feet. She moves closer and places her palm on his abs, feeling his eight packs. Her eyes don't dare to look further, even if she's sure that he's hard rock. She's too focused on his muscles to notice the naughty smile playing in his lips. “Go down, love. Let me feel your touch...” He commands in a soft voice. Her fingertips downs slowly the lines of his abs, as she’s faking a shyness. Her cozy eyes sparkle with amusement on seeing him almost beg. Finally, her hands reach the right spot, and she grabs his hard-on with her wet and warm hands. If she's surprised or scared of his size, she doesn't show. H
Reviello's Wrong Bride You may be my sentence
Giovanni is running his hands down her back, caressing her skin and enjoying the shivering that he causes. Despite having climaxed at least three times (he wasn't counting) he already felt ready for one more. However, Eleonor felt her whole-body aching from the greed and the deliciously rough touch of her partner. As soon as she reached the apex, Giovanni accompanied her. It's not extreme to say that they have paid two years in three hours. Outside, the sun is still far from rising. Eleonor remains with her eyes closed, enjoying the caress that threatened to ignite flames between her legs again. She hears his low laugh against her skin and the slightly husky voice that accompanies it, “You make me lose my mind, love.” She returns the laugh and turns around, finding the man who could only be fit up in the word SIN. With his hair completely disheveled, he manages to become even more irresistible. “Then I am a danger to you.” She says in a whisper. Giovanni takes his left hand, the sam
Reviello's Wrong Bride Corvi Neri
Asher takes a deep breath and puts the phone back in his pocket. He just wanted to go back to the room and sleep, but here he is... looking at a beaten man, tied to a chair in a warehouse. The man's eyes show fear. The white gag made from his (formerly) designer shirt is completely bloody. “So... what's your name again?” Asher asks. The man mumbles indecipherable words. Asher nods for one of his men to remove the gag. As soon as he does, the man begins to cry and say confused phrases. “I didn't... I didn't know...” “What is your name?” Asher insists, firmly. “Mario...” “Well... this is how things gonna be, Mario. You heard what Mr. Reviello said on the phone, right?” The man closes his eyes. Salty tears mix with the blood. “Please, you have to believe me... I didn't know that chick is his wife...” “All right, I believe you. I really do, Mario... But let's be honest... you saw that diamond on her finger, right?” The man is silent. Asher tilt his head, thinking. “It's not any man
Reviello's Wrong Bride It's a promise
Eleonor could already feel the blood leaving her face. She was pale when somehow managed to get into the taxi and return to the luxurious hotel where they were staying. Although the sun was not yet approaching the horizon, she knew that it would only be a few moments before it would appear. She repeatedly pressed the elevator button in her impatience for the safety of her sheets. But halfway there, she stopped in front of Lisette's room next to her own. The apartment number, 212, glowed on the gold plaque.She doesn't hesitate to knock loudly on the door. Five more knocks, and Lisette opens the door instantly. Her messy brown hair and sleepy expression suggested that she had been asleep for hours, but surprise completely overtook her. “What happened?”Eleonor enters her friend's room with great abruptness. Her fingers are buried in her hair. She slides her hand to her face. She gets her thumbnail caught in between her teeth. And bites down. Then takes a deep breath. “Get your things r
Reviello's Wrong Bride The most delicious nectar
Eleonor sighed with relief when the car finally stopped in front of the mansion. She wanted her bed, her silk sheets with her smell, and especially something to fill that empty hole in her stomach so badly that she didn't notice how quiet the house was. “Lizzy, do you mind if I go in? I think I need a sandwich before I go to bed. I'm starving.”“No, Donna. You can go... I'll meet you there.” Lisette says with a gracious smile. Because the security guards' eyes were steadier than usual, the formal treatment came only. Eleonor notices that not only the guards eyes are more intense, but also the security in general. The man standing outside, near the pilaster, casting discreet glances at her, is unknown. He doesn't belong to the residence's security.As Eleonor enters the mansion, she tries to rid herself of the thought. She sets her feet on the porcelain tile, and it feels as if the place is colder than outside. “Domenico?” She calls out for the butler, but he doesn't respond. Her green
Reviello's Wrong Bride Very special gift
Eleonor gives a forced smile, which brings discomfort to Giovanni's chest. This isn't what he was expecting. Not this defiance, this boldness. He wanted to watch her despair. He wanted to watch her cry, to sniff out her fear. Yet, this courage made his cock twitch. What the hell is wrong with him?“If that's so, then you broke the clause too.” Eleonor snorts.“No. I didn't break it.”“Yes, you did. You slept with the girl at the bar, not your wife...”“You're wrong, darling. I didn't sleep with just a girl I met at the bar. Do you think I wouldn't recognize my wife? I always knew it was you.”Those words cause a painful mix of uncertainty. It's as if they're shallow and too deep at the same time... like a sweet trap made to catch those who do not look carefully. Or don't listen attentively. Eleonor felt the ambiguity but was blind to understand it. Of course, her survival instinct would speak louder t
Reviello's Wrong Bride Irony of fate
Eleonor was locked in her room for the rest of the day. She eventually heard her butler call her for lunch and afternoon tea. She was unable to answer him. Fortunately, the servants were respectful of her silence. She didn't know what they did with Reviello's sick gift, and she couldn't care less about it. It didn't take her long to realize that the hand inside the box was from the man who touched her last night at the bar. Despite her dislike for him and wish that he was gone, she did not wish him harm. She didn’t want to lose his hand either. Reviello's so sick, and she's known it now. She felt guilty in a way. A man's life would never be the same because of her. Even if he had assaulted her, she felt faulted of the bloodbath. What if Reviello killed him? Or is simply a warning that it could be her hand at the box? Looking at the small snowflakes falling outside, she felt a chill in her chest that was not caused by the end of winter. It's still a month before the end of the season,
Reviello's Wrong Bride This game is your best hope
Eleonor arrives at the main dining room, where a table for twenty people is in the center. The lighting is warm, which makes the atmosphere even more seductive. There is a candlestick that burns slowly in the middle of the table. This adds romanticism to the man who sits at the head of the table. Giovanni is wearing a tight black shirt on his arms, his hair is straightened back, and there is no hair out of place. His face is serious as ever, but a smile breaks his solemn posture when he sees her. Eleanor isn't shy about showing her displeasure. Despite her friend's protests, Eleonor did exactly the opposite of what she was supposed to do: she decided not to follow Reviello's orders. According to what reason and common sense dictated, she should be scared of him, but she isn't. She wasn't going to submit to that man's whims and give herself up, especially since that's what he wanted so badly. If he wishes to play, Eleonor is willing to do so. Domenico has pulled out a chair to Giova
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