Novels by akuchiprecious3

QuinnFor a split second, I couldn't think. I just knew I was being kissed so dangerously good I forgot none of this was supposed to be happening, at all. Lost somewhere between breathing him in and losing my damn mind, I lifted my hand. I couldn't tell if that was to push him away or draw him close. I never got to find out which it was. Because this strange man kissing me was suddenly yanked away, so fast that a whoosh of air left me, his teeth grazing my lips with the force. As I recovered from the wooziness, I saw him pinned against the wall with a thud, in a flash.Luciano's large hand was wrapped around the man's throat, so casually, without a single effort. But his face was tight with a dark scowl. “I've always thought you audaciously stupid, and it's hilarious to see sometimes.”“What the hell are you talking about? Get your hands off me, man! They burn as hell.” Violet eyes were almost bulging from their sockets, so red I wondered just how fragile he was. It didn't seem l

Quinn Warm brown eyes were the first thing I saw when my eyes fluttered open again. “About time you woke up.” My breath stalled at the chocolate effect of the voice, and I sat up with a jolt. Where was I? I looked around with curious, groggy eyes, the painful memory from a few moments ago replaying in my head. That crime boss and his gang had succeeded in taking something from me. My life. But how was I still on my feet? There was no way I survived that shot point-blank in the chest. “Come on, we don't have much time.” I warily eyed the dashing man in a long dark coat swirling behind him. “Uh, excuse me. Who are you?” He flashed a charming grin that caused my heart to fall to its knees. Why the heck did I keep meeting this godforsakenly delectable men? First the crime boss that deceived me, another woman's betrothed… Now him with the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen? “Pardon the late introduction.” He pulled off his hat and ruffled raven black hair, then he tipped his

Luciano Rage surged higher in my lungs as I kept thinking back to what I'd had to leave behind. That perfect, round body. The perfect tits. That cute face. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a vanilla, innocent beauty in my palms. And just when I had one so sweet and wet like that, a new development hit like a headache. I was still mad about sending her away, but sometimes this path I'd chosen for myself called for sacrifices. Besides…a big-shot hybrid like myself couldn't let a tiny human like her ruin my plans. “Don Draven, I beg you!” The whiny voice of the man beneath my fingers snapped me back to reality. I shoved his head back into the drum of water, with all strength and anger. “Why did you do it?” I let his head up to hear him speak. “I-I don't know what you're talking about!” he cried between gasps. “Please let me go!” I shoved his head back into the drum and held down hard. “I only have so much patience left, Duke. Don't test it.” He wriggled and thrash

Quinn “That's it?” I heaved a sigh and nodded dejectedly, my gaze straying past the glistening glass window for the umpteenth time. “He really turned you so on for him and asked you to leave right in the middle?” I turned to look at my best friend and colleague, my face twisted into a painstaking frown. “But we didn't even get to the middle of it. It was only just starting to get really good when he got a call, and suddenly, everything changed.” Pain and humiliation flooded into my chest afresh as the memory returned. Embarrassed, I'd hurriedly thrown my clothes on and left. And the rest of the day back at the trailer had been nothing but bleak as I lay in bed, thinking about the man that made me feel more things than any other men put together had made me feel in my twenty-five years on this bloody earth. I wanted to lie around thinking of his perfect face and body, and why he'd suddenly sent me away. But I had a job to do. I'd thought about missing just a day of work to go fi

Quinn I couldn't believe it was happening. I was on my way to having a one-morning stand. If there was a word like that. With this dashing sentinel of mine. The low hum of the elevator blended with my thoughts as I watched him from the corner of my eye. He stood quietly a few feet away. He hadn't said a word to me since we got here. Not even a single touch. Did he not agree to fuck me? I shivered at the memory of the look in his eyes when I shamelessly demanded a taste of him. “I don't sleep with women, love. I fuck them. But you…I want to flip you every which way until you're screaming for more.” Those words in coffee-whiskey voice kept replaying in my head, filling my mind with images of being flipped like a paper on this man's bed. It was hard to look at him for a full, long minute without struggling to breathe. He was…perfect. “You're staring.” I coughed and looked away, my face burning hot. “Don't worry,” the tease in his voice was unmistakeable, “it's rude not to

Quinn“Are you okay?”Those three words floated into my subconscious like a cluster of magical stars, lighting me up from deep within.I found it hard to breathe. Was it simply standing next to the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on, or because I hurt everywhere?Turning my head just a shy fraction, I was shocked to see sharp gray eyes watching me intensely. My breath caught and I looked away. It might be a dream, after all. I couldn't believe I'd meet such eye candy in black tees and simple jeans on the same morning I was almost…raped.But then, I wished this entire morning had been a dream. Not just him. “You don't have to answer that, you know.” God. Even his voice was, I don't know, coffee and whiskey all at once? Rough and calming, each quiet rumble rousing every hair on my skin. Goosebumps scattered across my skin, and I shivered. “No, I'm not okay.”He was silent, but I could feel his eyes on me, hot as hell. A shudder raced through my veins as I lifted my gaze to the sky,