Novels by Safa Bukhari

It seems Roman has the same idea as me, because he doesn't say a word, starts the car, and drives me the rest of the way home. As soon as we pull up to my house, I mumble a thank you and run out, entering my house without looking back.Luckily, my dad is already asleep in his room, so I don't have to wonder about my whereabouts.I walk into the bedroom and fall face-first onto the bed."Shit," I groan.I slurp the milkshake in front of me, cupping my hands on either cheek—flashes of last night flash before my eyes like hours. I can't stop thinking about it. And I can't get Roman out of my head either.Cum after me, Elena.Take every fucking inch.Want me to fuck you like a little slut?The thought of what we did, of his dirty words, makes me shift uncomfortably, trying to suppress my arousal. When I look up, Kiara is staring at me with a curious expression on her face.“What?” I mumble.She tilts her head slightly to the side.“There’s something wrong with you. Tell me. Tell me now.”

He's mad as hell, but my pussy clenches in response to his words. However, I don't want to give him the satisfaction of telling him how much I like it.“It's okay, Roman. I get it, some guys aren't as good as they think. I just came on my own, I can do it again.”His eyes narrow.“You'll regret saying that in a second.”My mouth drops open as he reaches for my panties and rips them off.“Come on, spread my legs,” he suggests, and I’m shameless enough to do so, leaning back so he can see my pussy. “Fucking perfect.” He runs his thumb over my clit, and I make a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper.Heat spreads down my spine as he pushes a finger inside me, teasing me with slow strokes. His thumb circles my clit as he continues to thrust into me, and I’m practically dripping onto his hand, my body aching for release.When he adds another finger, I nearly come apart right there. But Roman is an asshole, because on the next breath, he pulls his hand away.“No,” I whine.His blue e

My car suddenly seems impossibly small. When those mesmerizing green eyes meet mine, I make a decision.“Fuck,” I mutter.On my next breath, I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for her face. There’s only an inch of space between us. After all, she’s the one closing it. My arm wraps around her neck, pulling her close. Sparks fly across my skin as our lips touch. Liquid heat spreads through my veins.I feel the blood rushing through my body, straight to my cock, hardening.This is so wrong.I spent most of my teenage years thinking of Elena Legan as a little sister. But somewhere along the way, something changed. I don't know what and I don't know why, but kissing her gives me a thrill I've never felt with anyone before. And I never, ever want to stop.***Elena.You know what's crazier than kissing Roman De Luca? Kissing Roman De Luca and enjoying it.I woke up this morning feeling like crap. But at least I had a party to look forward to. And everything was going well. I could put my prob

“You’re no fun, Roman.”“Do you have a question or not?”“Yes. How many girls have you had relationships with?”“Zero.”Her mouth drops open. She snaps out of it in a second.“Okay, then how many girls have you fucked?”I smirk at her.“I’m not sure I can give you an exact number.”“Incredible,” she mutters. “You keep track of the number of people you’ve killed, but not the number of women you’ve fucked.”“When you put it like that…” I trail off with a laugh.She rolls her eyes. I spot a gas station up ahead and pull into it. Elena leans her head back in her chair and her eyes close.“I need to fill up the tank. Do you need anything from the store?” I ask.“Can I get some water?”“Okay.”I get out and close the car door. After filling up the tank, I head to the store. The bell rings above my head as I enter. It only takes me a minute or two to buy us snacks, but by the time I get outside, Elena is no longer in the passenger seat. I see her across the street, in front of some homeless

His brow furrows in confusion, and I want to reach out and smooth his forehead. I’m having one of those moments again. The moments that seem to go on forever with someone I’m supposed to hate, but really don’t.I stand up and drop my glass on the counter.“I should probably go.”Roman’s eyes narrow.“It’s ten o’clock. Just stay.”“I was going to stay with Rosa, but she asked me to leave her alone. Your mom’s with her anyway. I’m just going home instead.”“Where’s Carlos?”“He drove my father home earlier. It's okay. I can get a cab,” I tell him.“No, you won't do that.”The words seem like an order. It's annoying. I open my mouth to protest, but he gets to his feet.“Come on, I'll drive you home.”My mouth falls open.“You don't need this.”“I'm going to,” he says firmly, looking me in the eyes.My heart starts beating faster. Bloody hell.“But aren’t you afraid that you’ll burn out if you spend too much time with me in a confined space?”Roman looks at me like I’m crazy. He wants to

"I know what my son did was unforgivable," the old man begins, his voice shaking.“But he’s the only child I have left. Please, Roman, I beg you. You can’t kill him.”Roman tilts his head to the side.“I said no more mercy, Nolan,” he says calmly.The old man swallows. “I heard you. That’s why I’m offering myself in his place. Kill me instead.”A small sigh escapes me. Oh, God.“Please,” the old man continues. “Your father and I had a history. I did everything he ever asked of me. Now I beg you to do this.”The scene is absolutely pathetic. Everyone watches, holding their breath. No one dares move a muscle. Noah Pike is still lying on the ground, tears streaming down his face.Roman's expression is thoughtful as he looks at the old man. Finally, he comes to a decision."A life for a life," Roman breathes out.A second later, he fires. The bullet hits its target, and the old man falls dead. My stomach clenches. I have to look away for a second, hoping to control my breathing. When I lo