Novels by Alice

Leah's POVShit I don't know why I did. I swear my body just moved automatically. I didn't for once thought before kissing him. Maybe it's cause he treated me so nicely for our date. He bought me to this beautifull place and fed me such expesive dinner. And now he has made me lay under him on bed full of rose petals and some things which I don't know but looks like leather to me. Honestly I feel traped under him. I don't know how to refuse him. The mere fact of him getting angry at me scares me so much that I would rather have him his way with me then ever refuse him. But worst part is deep down I don't hate him. Even back then in coffee shop and now right now. He didn't asked for my permission to touch me but somehow I don't want him to ask permission. I want him to have his way with him. I want him to do whatever he wants with me. What the hell is wrong with me? "I'm sorry I didn't know..."Before I could take back my actions, He crashed his mouth against mine, savoring the f

Lucifer's POVI smirked getting up from my seat and held out hand for her. She took it and got up. I puled her close to me.I had been holding back, controlling the urge to tear that dress from her body and lose myself in her until she could feel nothing but me, hear nothing but my name on her lips.But I can't hold myself anymore. Taking her hand I guided her to the bed sorrounded by canopy of white net which I specifically got placed in middle of lake.I am a narcissistic bastard who enjoys exhibitionism for the thrill of almost getting caught. The dominant part of me relish the power that comes from being on top of human pyramid.I craves the thrill of almost being discovered, not because I want an audience, but because the sadist part of me enjoy the punishment which comes afterwards for whoever decides to cross the line. But I would never let them truly see my girl. She doesn't enjoy that, and I won't force her into my games. That doesn't mean I can't have my fun.I slowly remov

Lucifer's POV. Stupid Rafael. It was all his idea to take her on a candle light dinner. He said she will definitely like it and will stop fighting me. Which I believe is actually working cause the moment we came here she didn't even once flinched or refused me. But that fucker asked me to make sure every place has her favourite flowers. According to him it will look romantic. I don't give a fuck about flowers or dinner, infact If my girl wants them then she will have it. What I do care is how much time it is taking. I swear to eveything which is holy, the moment I looked at her in that red satin dress, I just want to rip it off and fuck the shit out of her. But I had to wait till this stupid dinner gets over. I thanked Rafael for telling me about her workplace, honestly, I didn't really said thank you. I just gave him the girl he wanted to hook up who has refused wanting any contact with my brother. FLASHBACK. "How did you manage to make that bitch say yes. All this time she wa

Leah's POVAs he said, he didn't really gave me any option. Here I am standing infront of my room mirror wearing a very exposed dress which I swear to god I don't like at all. It's a dark red satin body-hugging long dress. It has thin shoulder straps, a low back with crisscross strings, gathered fabric around the waist, and a high slit on one leg. The rich wine-red color and shine make it look luxurious and eye-catching.It's definitely his choice. I didn't have a choice except to wear this cause he specifically mentioned. His exacts words were, "Make me angry and your little pussy will bleed more than you ever bled in your periods". How can I not take his words seriously?But this dress was not the worst part, worst part was the red lacy panties which came with it and instructions to not wear any bra. Why would he care which panty I wear? Maybe he doesn't want me to damage this dress. He might be rich but no one wants to waste there money. Sigh. Thankfully dad is not here he has

Leah's POVIt has been 3 days since that incident, and I don't even know who he was. I can't believe I let him do all that and didn't even stop him. I am scared. What if he comes again?That day, he just said those things and left without another word, leaving me in my own misery. School the next day was very hard because I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him. That mystery man whom I met 2 years back had somehow come back into my life with such chaos.But I don't know. Even after everything, deep down I couldn't hate him. Maybe because I was so deprived of love that when he called me bella, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to him.But that doesn't mean I want to meet him again.I sighed, completing my work at the café and walking out. It was dark, but I am so used to walking alone at night that it no longer scares me. I walked, not wanting to take the bus because I can't afford the bus fare.The road was empty, so silent that I could hear the crickets. I focused on

Leah's POVHis hands slowly moved on my back and in a single clicked he unplugged my bra. "I asked you a question," he warned. I shook my head immediately. I don't believe in fate."Neither do I," he said, his hand slowly started coming back to my stomach. "But I also thought my brother was a pain in my ass, but it turns out he is the best decision my mother ever made."I didn't understand what he was saying. His hands were just beneath my bra which was now loose giving him easy access to my breast which fitted perfectly in his palm and he squeezed it not so softly at all. A moan released from my mouth making me embarrassed. "Open your eyes, bella," he said.I am not Italian, but I know what bella means. And for the record, he has to be the first person who has ever called me bella.I opened my eyes only to see him looking at me with that evil, satisfied smirk. "Just as I thought," he said and again squeezed my breast making me moan again. "Stop." I breathed out. I can't do this, t