Novels by Viv_Writes.

OWAIN LUTHERShe said nothing, she just kept blinking like she was staring at her long-time pop-star crush.Then finally, she said flatly, “You hype yourself too much. You’re not that good-looking. I don’t even know what I liked about you so much.” Her lips pouted like she was tempting me to devour it.I arched my brow. “That’s not the right word. You didn’t just like me, Karima. You were obsessed with me. There’s a difference.” I countered with a grin that probably annoyed her more.She slapped my chest and tried to pull away, but I held her tighter, just because I could. Her chest pinned on mine with that intensity that was messing with the little man down there.That was when her eyes dragged down to my neck. I didn’t think much of it, until she spoke.“Do you have a first love?” she asked, her eyes snapping back to mine.I adjusted under her weight, smirking.“That’s the next thing you’re curious about now?”“I’m not curious,” she said quickly. “It’s just… a question. You don’t ha

OWAIN LUTHERIf words could describe how mad I was when I saw those finger marks on Karima’s neck, it would take a million of them, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. The rage was sitting hot in my veins, begging for an outlet. If I made it out that door, I didn’t give a d*mn whether Nathan survived the hell waiting for him. I’d break him apart piece by piece if I had to.But right now… that thought was starting to blur, slipping away the longer I stared at the woman in front of me.Karima Heart.She was looking at me with those seductive, shameless eyes, the kind that could twist logic and make you forget what you were furious about two seconds ago. I could swear my brain short-circuited just watching her.“Stop looking at me like that, Karima,” I said, my voice was low, but I tried to make it as firm as possible. “You’re not changing my mind just because you’re twisting like a d*mn snake right now.”I tried to sound unaffected. To make me cool and in control, but it was a losing

KARIMA HEARTHe winced the moment my fingers brushed his shoulder, but just like always, he didn’t let me get too close. Instead, he turned away and headed toward one of the corners of the room. I followed behind him like a lost puppy.“Owain?” I called softly, but it was like I didn’t even exist.Turns out he was heading towards a mini bar. He reached for a bottle, but before he could open the bottle lead, I stepped right in front of him.Our eyes locked. His glare was sharp enough to cut through iron, but I didn’t care. I stood my ground.“You need to answer me,” I said, my voice steady. “And I’m not letting you out of my sight until you do.”He said nothing. Just kept staring. So I took that as a cue.“I’ll start with this,” I continued, forcing my tone to stay calm. “How did you get that wound on your shoulder? And second, where the hell are we? Because last time I checked, you didn’t have an apartment in New York. Let’s not even start with the fact that you suddenly have a car, a

KARIMA HEARTRelief washed over me when Isaiah stayed quiet for most of the drive. We both rode in silence, my head full of a thousand scattered thoughts, just wanting this whole mess to be over. The calm held until he finally broke it.“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home instead?”I glanced at him, my fingers still tangled in the seat belt. “Yeah. I’m fine.”Not going back to the beach house would have been the safest option for me, especially because I'll still have to deal with Malcom when I get there, but that's just as well the worst option because it's only going to fuel things. And Owain... he still hadn’t reached out all day. Seriously?I stared at Isaiah for a second, planning to ask the time. He caught my look and the moment froze awkwardly. You know that stupid little panic when someone catches you staring, and it looks like you were daydreaming about something embarrassing? That was me. That was what it looked like.“You changed your mind?” he asked.“No,” I

KARIMA HEARTI stayed locked in his arms for a long minute until my brain finally caught up, realizing we’d been in that position far longer than we should.“Please, let me go, Nathan,” I managed, trying to pull away from him. But just as I made it an inch from his hold, he pulled me even closer.I swear, the only saving grace for him right now is that I’m still assuming he’s in some kind of emotional state.I eventually twisted free from his grip and met his eyes, but he quickly looked away, rubbing his palms down his face.“What exactly is going on right now?” I demanded, trying to ignore how his face looked like he was fighting not to break down again.He didn’t say a word, just sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the only table in his room.“I believe I didn’t run all the way down here thinking someone was about to lose his mind, only to get here and now he’s keeping mute? If you don’t start talking now, Nathan, I swear, I’m walking out and I

KARIMA HEARTWe got to an open space that almost looked abandoned, but honestly, I didn’t care. I had no idea why Isaiah decided to park his car this far from the house, and though my curiosity flickered, I didn’t have the time or energy to dwell on it.He pressed a button, and the car honked softly, headlights flashing red against the drizzle. It looked brand new, untouched even. Without waiting for me, he walked around the hood, grabbed the handle, and opened the door for me before I could do it myself.I slid in. The black leather seat was soft under my skin, the air inside laced with a faint, fresh scent. Isaiah got into the driver’s seat. He exhaled sharply, stealing a quick glance at me before speaking.“Whatever this is, I need you to calm down, Karima. Everything will be fine.”I didn’t answer. I just nodded gently and faced forward pretending his voice didn’t sound way too gentle for someone who looked like that. With that rough, husky tone, the messy curls, and the tattoo sn

VINCENZO CASTILLO“Are you expecting anyone?” Camilla asked, her voice still low, cautious, before I turned my gaze back to her.“No… I’m not.” My eyes cut back to the door, narrowing.“It’s probably room service. I’ll go check.”That was when it hit me... I hadn’t even considered that possibility. To me, a knock was never just a knock. Room service or not, I couldn’t ignore the thought that the old sneaky man might have switched his plan, maybe sent skilled men this time to drag me out. I’d been played once; I wasn’t about to let it happen again.“I’ll go,” I said firmly, already sliding off the bed.Crossing the room, I turned the handle with controlled ease and cracked the door open.A young guy stood there, his grin stretching wide across his face, flashing teeth like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a Lamborghini.“Good morning, sir,” he greeted first, bright and rehearsed.I took in the details—the hotel’s standard outfit, black cotton shirt tucked into matching trousers

VINCENZO LORENZOI stood there in silence, watching her, waiting for her first reaction.“Who was that?” she asked, still mopping her damp hair with the towel clutched in her right hand.“She’s a friend. No one really important.”My voice was calm, unbothered, as I walked deeper into the room. I knew that answer wouldn’t settle with her... Damn, I could already see the way her eyes narrowed, the doubt flickering behind them. So while my lips curved faintly, my mind was already rehearsing the next response.“I’ve never seen you with a friend, Vin. And even if you did have one, it’s strange it’s a woman. You don’t keep females around.”I raised a brow, tilting my head slightly. “Is that jealousy I’m hearing?”She rolled her eyes, sharp, and dismissive.“As if… I’m just surprised, that’s all.”“You sure about that?” I let the words drag, my tone low, testing her. “Because you can tell me now. I’ll break it off. With just one word from you.”She gave a short, mocking laugh, the sound curl

VINCENZO CASTILLOThe rest of it was no longer soft moans, it was screaming, raw and desperate, tearing out of her with every thrust.Slowly, I pulled her off me, holding her still for a second. Our eyes locked, hers glazed with heat, mine burning straight through her.“Can I take you from the back?” I asked, my voice lower, softer than I’d ever heard myself sound in this lifetime.She didn’t answer with words. She just gave a small nod.Her fingers found the edge of the tub, pushing herself up. Water clung to her body, dripping down every curve as she stepped out, her skin glowing under the steam. I followed, my c*ck still thick, unrelenting, pointing at her as if it had its own will.Guiding her beneath the shower, I leaned over and turned the handle. A rush of water spilled down over us, streaming down her back, over the swell of her *ss, catching the light like liquid fire. She braced herself against the marble wall, arching her back, offering herself without hesitation.I slid a

VINCENZO CASTILLO“If you want something, just ask. You don’t have to sneak around me, pulling stunts like this,”I managed, even though the words came out rough. Hard to think straight when her breasts were pressed against my back, soft heat searing through me.“Are you sure you’ll do as I ask?” she whispered against my ear, her breath warm, laced with challenge.“You know I won’t agree to anything if it puts you in danger,” I muttered, my mind flashing back to our argument, already suspecting this was her way of dragging me back into it.She slipped away from behind me, water droplets gliding down her skin as she moved across the steam-filled room. Then she stepped into the tub, slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving mine.And I saw her. All of her. The way the water licked up her thighs, parting around the full, perfect curve of her cl*t, until my eyes dragged higher, locking with hers again. She knew what I saw. She wanted me to see it, actually.“It’s not something that wil

VINCENZO CASTILLOI had a feeling it would come to this, just not expecting it this soon.Stopping her would only make it seem like I agreed with whatever she had wanted to comply with. And maybe I wanted it so badly too, but I couldn’t afford to give her that. Not now.She has no idea of the danger that lurks around her. Every second I spend here with her feels like walking on a wire above fire. But the truth is, I’d have lost my mind if I stayed away any longer.She’d be safer with Lorenzo; I know that. But she’s too stubborn to see it, too stubborn to understand. And the thought of her back turned to me now, curled up on that couch, doesn’t make things any easier. The duvet had slipped down, baring more of her than I could ignore. Did she really think I could sleep with that taunting me?I swung my feet to the floor and moved to her side. I wasn’t about to let her spend the night in that chair. She deserved better, even if she hated me for it.Sliding one arm beneath her legs and t

CAMILLA RYDERI shifted on his lap, sliding until I was pressed right against the hard length of him. His breath hitched, the sound rough and unsteady, as if he wasn’t used to feeling someone like this. Slowly, I lowered myself, and his soft groan broke through the silence.His hand shot to my waist, gripping me too tight at first, then loosening like he was learning how to guide me. His hips moved, tentative at first, then harder, deeper, as if instinct was taking over where experience couldn’t. I clung to his shoulders, my body trembling, gasps slipping from my lips.“You like it?” I teased, my br*asts brushing against his face as they swayed with every motion.“Oh… f*ck… I love everything about you,” he rasped, voice low, before his mouth claimed me hungrily.His grip was rough, almost desperate, one hand pinning my hips down on his c*ck, the other cupping my chest as if he couldn’t bear to let me slip away.“F-f*ck, Vin…” I cried, twisting under his touch. He suck*d harder, not pa