Novels by Floxy writes

~Rose ~Archer’s thick cock was still buried deep in my pussy, pulsing as he came, hot, thick ropes spilled out of me, dripping down my thighs and soaking the sheets. The door slammed open and my heart literally hit the floor. “Lyra… fuck Lyra.” I choked out.The shock slammed into me so hard my whole body locked up around Archer’s cock. I tried to pull away— tried to scramble off the bed, tried to cover myself with anything.But Archer didn’t let me move an inch, he just rolled his hips, forcing another wet sound out of me while his hand still fixed on my hair like he wasn’t done, like he hadn’t realized that the middle aged lady frozen at the doorway was the same shitty Lyra, the same blonde hair, pretty face he cheated on me with. Except this time she was barely dressed. Just on a silk lingerie that did nothing in covering anything, hair in a messy bun, then her eyes narrowed the seconds they locked on the scene in front of her. Me. Bent over. Naked. The mess of cum and slick

~Rose ~He flipped me over and shoved back in.Slowly. So fucking slowly. And baby, I felt everything. Every thick inch of him, stretching my raw, aching walls as he pressed deeper. I screamed, cried out,thighs quivered as I lowered myself, my breast pressed flat against the bed and my ass arched up high, giving him the perfect view. His hands locked on my hips. Tight. Controlled. “Fuck… baby,” he groaned, “I love how pink your pussy is. How swollen. How shiny. I could literally see my reflection from here.”His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in rough circles while his cock kept driving into me. I moaned louder. Whimpered… the sensation was agonizing, the pressure intense. My body burned, my pussy pulsed and every time I bent further, his cock sank deeper. And then—He spanked my ass. Hard. Fucking hard like he wanted to leave the imprint of his hand on my ass, the memory of this very night on my skin. I screamed. Another spank. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my thr

~Rose~ That night, I couldn’t sleep. Not after what had happened. My mind was messy— maybe it was the guilt, the betrayal slowly killing me from the inside, this overwhelming addictive need for him. I thought I had gotten over it. All the years we’ve been apart. I should have healed by now. Moved on. But no. The first night in his house and I’m already trembling to his touch. Mother nearly saw us. She was in here. She was actually in here. Like she— she opened the door— She was so fucking close— oh my god— oh my god. Shame and disgust wrapped around my body, it was choking me slowly, making it so hard for me to breathe. I tried to force myself to sleep, tired to shut my eyes and pretend none of this ever happened but the ache was still there, my pussy was still swollen, red, ruined and it wouldn’t stop pulsing, it kept dripping juices down my thighs onto the sheets. Still twitching. Still leaking his cum. And that was when I felt it. A hand slid beneath the over

~Rose ~“Oh fuck,” I gasped, eyes snapping open, body stiff with panic. “She heard me. She heard us, Archer.”Then worst, I heard keys. It clicked on the lock.“Bloody hell.” My entire body seized. “I thought the door was locked.”“Fuck.” Archer’s voice came tight. “She has a spare key.”“What?”What the actual fuck?Who gives his stepmom a spare key to his room? I tried to ask but my body was still in panic at the scene my mother was about to witness. Then the doorknob began to turn. “Archer..Archer..she’s coming in, I still have your cock in me. She’s going to see. She’s going to walk in here and see her only daughter butt-naked with her stepbrother’s cock splitting her pussy apart.”I wanted to run, to scramble off him, to hide, to sink into the floor if I had to. But Archer didn’t give me the chance. He snatched me up before I could pull away.Still dripping. Still locked. Still buried in my pussy that the pressure began worse the second he lifted me. He carried me into th

~Rose ~ “You’re fucking disgusted.” I threw a pillow at him. “So disgusting, I want to puke right now.” But he didn’t flinch, he didn’t even bother to move. He just turned his head, his eyes cutting into mind like a fucking knife, and stared. That stare? It got my knees weak in a second, it got my nipple hardened in an instant. It wasn’t normal, nothing about it was, not the kind of stare a man gives a woman. This was different, like a wolf who had been starved for years and finally got a prey in sight. “You miss my cock?” He asked. Fuck. I nearly folded. I couldn’t answer. My throat locked up. I was staring too hard. Drooling too hard, I wanted to run. Shit. The door was locked. Then he moved, and my whole body whimpered. I tried to remind myself that this was wrong, that I hated him, that I should stop this immediately. But I couldn’t. Maybe I missed this. Maybe I missed him. Fuck Rose. Please snap out of it. But my body betrayed me, it’s been seven lonely ye

~Rose ~ PRESENT DAY… “Are you going to take your bath before bed?” Archer asked, as he led me into a huge bedroom. His voice was calm, too calm as if this was just a normal night. It wasn't. I hesitated. I could still smell that awful motel on me, it clung to me like a second skin. The fear, the stress, the smear of blood still on my clothes. It lingered everywhere. “Yes,” I answered quietly, avoiding his eyes. Then he shut the door behind us. I heard the lock click and my chest tightened with panic. “Wait, what?” I said quickly as he threw himself lazily on the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. My voice trembled. “What the hell are you doing, Archer? Aren’t you going to leave? Maybe go somewhere else? Your room? The living room? The guest room? Anywhere?” “But this is my room, flower.” His eyes glanced at me, his fingers still working his shirt. The shirt opened slowly, showing his chest more and more, and now I could see where those tattoos were leading to. I tore

~REESE~Liam stops the car a block away from the house. He doesn’t say a word. His hands still on the steering wheel, his eyes straight ahead. The silence between us has stretched the entire ride.“I’ll be okay here,” I say, breaking the long, deadbeat silence.He finally turns to me, his eyes burning into the side of my face. “Okay then. I wouldn't want your husband putting a bullet in my head.Even though I'd love to see him try.”“Very funny.”“But you sure you'll be fine walking from here?”“I’ve been completely fine without you for six years, Liam. Let's not compare that to a one block walk.”He chuckles. “Completely fine, huh? You’re a terrible liar.”I ignore him, unbuckling my seat belt and reaching for the door handle.“Reese,” he says, his voice low and husky. My hand freezes midair. The sound of my name in his voice. The way he calls it. It aches very strangely. Or more like it fills an empty space in me. One that I’ve spent years pretending to be long buried.I force my

REESE’S POVHe knows.My breath catches somewhere in between my throat. “How do you know that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.An evil smile spreads across his lips. That slow, dangerous kind of smile that makes my stomach twist.“You honestly think I wouldn’t do my research, huh? Darling, you should know me better by now.”Yes, I know him. I know exactly what he’s capable of. But threatening my marriage? That’s too far.“Reese Carter. Wife of the biggest real estate CEO in Los Angeles,” he rants, swinging his hands through the air as if painting a grand picture. “Owner of the luxurious Arena fashion boutique. You're the big deal, baby girl. But then I start to wonder, why didn't you mention that to me even when I asked you. Why does your status say single on the app?”He narrows his eyes. “Or were you just hiding it from me?“So you're stalking me now? You think everything’s about you?”“I wouldn’t call it stalking,” he says, his lips curling. “Let’s say it's more like stud

Reese’s POVHe must think that because we pleasured each other this one time, it means we’re going to keep doing it forever.Well, he’s wrong. This was a mistake. A complete blunder that should never have happened.“Mine.” I tasted the word on my lips. What does that even mean? It crawled under my skin like a shiver chilling down my bones. Not just a threat, but a promise.“I’m not yours, Liam. You need to leave me alone.”I shouldn’t even be here. I swore to always be a faithful wife, yet here I am, breaking that very vow. Carter might not be the best husband right now, but he’s a provider. He loves and cares for the kids. That alone should matter.But then again, there was something different about this new Liam. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, something I didn’t even know how it made me feel. It was scary and exciting all at once.Is it the way he carried himself? Like he owned the goddamn oxygen. The way his deep, baritone voice terrified every inch of my body. He

Liam’s POV This might be fate, cause what else could it be? I was actually fucking her, I was holding her hips and fucking her so hard like she is the only girl meant for me, or was it a dream? The girl I thought I’d lost forever. And, here she is, arching perfectly for me. She’s more gorgeous than ever, beautiful and stunning, her fine waist has gotten thinner than I remembered with curves that seem to be molded by God himself. Her long eyelashes reached out to her eyelids whenever she stared at me. Her body reeked of an intoxicating cologne, the kind that sinks into your soul like poison. Or was it how her gaze pierces through my skin like the tip of a needle? Or how her breath hitched whenever I said her name? My Reese, my first love, the only woman I’ve ever loved, my beginning and my end, my heaven on earth, I swear I won’t lose you a second time, I’ll show you I’m not the same Liam you know. I'll make you miss every minute with me, every second that was lost. I'll break you

I didn’t move, my pulse hammering in my throat. But it wasn't a stranger. It was Liam. He leaned against the tiled wall, his coat tossed over one shoulder and his tie loosened. “Why do you always run away when things get real?” he grumbled, his raspy voice making me swallow nervously. I turned around, rubbing my palms against my jeans, trying to calm the nerves running through me. “You shouldn't be in the ladies' room. This is crazy.” He took a step closer. “What's crazy is pretending you don't want me. But the way you kissed me… gosh, that was hot.” “Liam…” I stuttered nervously. “That was a mistake,” I lied, though I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. He continued walking toward me, tossing his coat across the counter. Step by step, I retreated until my back hit the sink and my hands pressed against it to steady myself. He stopped, his gaze trailing over me like I was a prey and him, the predator. And yes, I felt that way. “Reese,” he purred. “You can lie to

And once again, he was here, staring right at me. The message was sent. I froze, my eyes locked on the tiny blue check mark for what felt like forever. My thumb hovered over the screen, breath shaking, heart hammering with every second. And then… three dots appeared. My pulse raced. “He's typing.” Liam: Reese? Just my name, and yet it sent shivers racing through my skin. It felt like he was leaning over my shoulder, whispering it into my ear. I bit my lower lip, unsure what to reply, maybe a ‘hi’ or ‘hello.’ Me: Hi, it’s been a while. The dots flashed again. Liam: Six years but who’s counting? I swallowed hard, my throat stuttering. Six years. Six years since I left the only man I ever loved—the only man who has made me feel truly seen. I’d left him sitting hopelessly on his bed, convinced that stability was worth more than love. I stood, pacing the room, my phone in one hand. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is wrong. But before I could convince myself to dele