Novels by Ria writes

"Good morning." My heart rattles like a caged hamster as Dakota walks in dressed up like a CEO he is. He appears immaculate, groomed to perfection, and smells like an expensive cologne shop. A wolfish grin spreads on his face as he takes in my attire of the day. An apron. That's it. I hate him like a cat hates bath. Like a child hates math. I despise him more than Ryan! Why is he staring at me like a lion? Dakota quietly walks around the kitchen, stopping at the fridge and drinking his water, all while watching me silently with his predatory gaze. My hands work fiercely on the vegetables as I feel his ominous stare piercing my flesh, causing goosebumps to rise under his intense presence. Suddenly, he moves quietly like an unpredictable animal. My heart leaps into my throat as he comes stand behind me, and stares down at my chopping skills. My grip on the knife tightens, my knuckles turn white as I slice through the tomatoes with a ferocity that matches the anger

I wake up naked in bed.My body does a soft purr as I gather my scattered limbs and pull myself up from the soft mattress and the lovely dream I was having in my sleep.I dreamed of Dakota making love to me.I don't want to open my eyes and keep dreaming of being in warm arms while soft lips kissed me and called me all those sweet words that I could only imagine.I was swimming in euphoria, something I have never experienced before. Every touch, every whispered word felt like it was real and all meant for me.My head instinctively twists to the side as I feel his lips tracing my cheeks, neck, tickling down to my breast like he did in the dream. The heat of his body and the warmth of his breath on my skin sends shiver down my spine as if he really caressed me like a yearning lover.I don't know how drunk I was last night, because it all felt so genuine.But I know it was a dream, because the way he was touching me softly, and passionately kissing me, could only be possible in a differe

My heart rattles wildly like an animal in a cage. At this point, my mind can't differentiate if I am still acting or actually craving for his sinful touch.My face is heating, and so does the region in between my legs. It feels like a furnace, clenching and unclenching as his gaze penetrates into me at a point blank range.Dakota doesn't move a muscle as I slowly crawl to the end of the bed, closing the distance between us.I feel like an asteroid who is mindlessly crossing the solar system to meet the big burning star, which doesn't even care about my tiny body.Emotionless eyes gaze back at me as I rest my hand against his hard abdomen. It's like touching a marble statue of a Roman god and the sensation somehow pleases my nerves.Ripples of muscles feel beneath my palm as I slowly inch my hand under his t-shirt and feel the rawness of his ab-"Evan."Warm fingers gently curl around my wrist and I sense h

"I want you to make love to me tonight."The words left my mouth and they shock me with the same intensity as they shocked him.His heart pounds erratically under my palm as we look into each other's eyes. His expression remains unreadable, whereas my face reveals everything."I want to touch you, Dakota."I take his hand and keep it above my heart. Right where it is beating hard because of him."And I want you to touch me, like I am yours." I whisper, pressing his warm palm against my chest. His fierce gaze meets mine and I feel an intense desire to burn in his flames.The thought of being devoured by his heat, sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart race with excitement.My breath quickens as I slowly slide his hand down my body, and his eyes slide along, following my movement. My face burns with a deep flush of desire as I guide his hand above my heaving chest and instantly, the greens in his eyes darken.

My insides twist and churn as I watch his perfect lips close around the spoon. The sight of him eating from the same spoon he fed me makes something stir within me. Like a rush of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "How am I supposed to please you, when you won't even let me touch you?" I look up at his feral gaze and lick my lips nervously. "Why?" I ask him. "Why is it that only you can touch me and I can't?" A feeling of injustice washes over and I demand an explanation for his one-sided rule. Dakota takes the wine glass from me and drinks in silence while I question his sanity, "If you want minimal touching, then you shouldn't touch me as well. Why so much partiality?" "It's because.." He pauses. My stomach strangely warms as I watch his manly adam's apple bob with each gulp, before he finally speaks, "You are here for my pleasure, not your own." I feel a sharp pain in my chest as his words hit me like a ton of bricks, killing all the butterflies on the spot. The bitter ta

"Hey, Eve.""Yes, how may I help you?""Can you open the wine cabinet for me?""Sure."As I hear the sound of unlocking, I make my way to the untouched cabinet which is as big as the size of my cupboard. There are bottles and bottles meticulously lined up on the shelves like a wine shop."Hey, Eve.""Yes, how may I help you?""Which is the most expensive wine among all these?" I ask the AI for assistance as I keep my hands on the waist and stare at his collection."Sure. The Château Lafite is the most expensive wine on the shelf." The AI responds.I grab the bottle and admire its colour contrast of black glass, white label, and red cork, making it look like it belongs in a museum. "Caio-Tea La-Fight" I try to pronounce the tricky name as I pour myself a glass, and pretend to know what I am doing.I lift the glass of red liquid to my nose and inhale deeply. It smells of fancy grapes, like the kind that only grow in a fancy vineyard. Too fancy.I take a sip and close my eyes as I relis