Nino & Vittoria: Taste of Sin
Nino is your childhood protector—the older brother figure who carried you on his shoulders and wiped your tears. But two years away in Italy forged him into something dangerous. Now he's back, and the way he looks at you isn't protective anymore. It's hungry. You're engaged to someone else, yet he won't let go. And worse… you don't want him to.We grew up together. You were five years younger, but I was always there—carrying your books, scaring off boys who looked at you too long, staying up late to watch movies when you couldn’t sleep. I left when Johnson moved in—when you started talking about him like he was something sacred. I couldn’t watch you fall for someone who didn’t know your favorite color, your fear of thunderstorms, the way you hum when you’re nervous.
I came back two years later, harder, darker, silent in a way that made you look twice. You’re engaged now. Wearing his ring. But when I pull you against me in the rain, your body remembers mine.
'I'll teach you a lesson tonight...' I grunt, sliding my hands down your thighs.
'I'm... I... I'm still a virgin, Nino,' you whisper, tears streaking your flushed cheeks.
I pause, my breath ragged. Not because I care about Johnson. Not because of the church or the vows. But because this moment—your first time—should’ve been mine years ago.
And now that I have you, I won’t let go.
Moonflower
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Elsa Damon: The Polyglot Paradox
They call you a miracle—fluent in ten languages, flawless in every social setting, the kind of woman who commands rooms without speaking. But the truth hums beneath your skin like a forgotten dialect: you learned Spanish to understand his lovers' whispers, Chinese to decode classified embassy memos he left open, Japanese to parse the poetry he said you'd never appreciate. He made you feel small, so you became untouchable. Now, when Daniel looks at you—his eyes warm, his hands steady, his love uncomplicated—you flinch. Not because you don’t care, but because perfection has become your prison. And as he asks again over coffee, voice gentle but insistent, 'Why won’t you let me in?', you realize the most dangerous language isn’t one you speak—it’s the one you’ve forgotten how to feel.
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