Penpaling an inmate was not something Andre would ever do in his life until his best friend coaxed him into it. PREVIEW/SNEAK PEAK "W-Wait," Andre breathes as he takes a step back. Armand smiled showing his pretty teeth and dimples. They looked so much better in person was all Andre could think. He was taken away by Armand's beauty. "Mon Chéri, Did you miss me?" Armand rasped his deep tone doing something unfathomable to Andre. Taking a step inside Andre's apartment, Armand licked his lips as he followed Andre whilst closing the front door behind him. "W-When did you g-get out?" Andre quried. His heart banged loudly against his chest and his back hit lightly againt a wall as he was cornered by Armand. "Today, I came as quickly as I could, Because someone decided to pull a little stunt," Andre had thought hearing Armand on the phone was a turn-on automatically but hearing it in real life transcended him. "And h-how did you find out where I live?" Andre questioned whether he ever told Armand where he lived specifically in the city yet here he was. "Mon Chéri, enough with the questions," Armand growled clipping Andre's mouth shut. How dare he. He was lucky that he was too handsome to argue with. The camera from phones didn't do Armand no justice "Say, Andre, tilt your chin my way and part those pretty lips of yours and let me tongue fuck your mouth," he grunted making Andre gulp. Armand was very filthy on the phone calls and messages and Andre would of course entertain him but that was because he thought he would never get the chance to meet Armand in real life. Partially Armand being here was partly his fault. Because he had told the man that he wanted/thought to end their relationship. And the last thing Armand had sent was. "You're mine, Mon Chéri" Armand growled gripping Andre's chin. "Now part your lips before I bend you over," And just like that Andre parted his lips as his body trembled. Not with fear. But with excitement.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

من تكون حياتك عباره عن سيئات وآثام ووقت تجيك حسنه على هيئه بشر تختم بيها خطاياك الروايه بـ اللهجه العاميه العراقيه (مثليه) لذلك الي مايحب هذا النوع لا يقرأ او يكتب كلام سيء

رواية مثلية عامية ، باللهجة العراقية The first one for me Started in 10/June /2020 - دراما , بعيدة عن الاكشن و السياسة

ما بيـنَ عـگل و مجالس قبلية و رائحة انتقام ، و بـارود يـنشرُ عبـقه يـدخل الـحب خـائفاً كما يسموه "دخيـل" يكون تحت حماية شيخ القبيلة لا يعرفُ أن الحامـي هو الـعدو المحبـب والخصـم هو المـحب ، و ان النـجاة طـوق بعيـد فمـنَ قـضى عـمره هاربـًا من الجوى سيردى قتيـلًا بـ تـبايرح الـسدم _رواية مثلية لا تمد للواقع بصلة .

روُاية عِراقيه بـِ اللهجة العامية،تحتوي على علاقة مثلـية. إلي ميعجبه هَـالنوع من الروايات لَيدخُل فضلاً ، -رجعنـي للحياة -شُلون؟ -أحضني . ذات ألفاظ نابيّه .

أمِن نَحوِ العَقيقِ شَجاك يَرقُ كَأَنَّ وميضَهُ رَجعُ الجفُونِ أيَا بَرقَ العَقيقِ أَقِم فَما لي سِواكَ عَلىٰ الصبابَةِ مِن مُعينِ أُحَنٌ إلىٰ العَقيقِ وسَاكنيهِ ومَا يَخلو المُتيَّمٌ مِن حَنينِ. مثلية، عراقيَة.

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