Novels by rityitnen1

I had fantasized about Dr. Noah Declan for three long years.Ever since my freshman year when I first sat in his lecture hall, captivated by his deep, commanding voice and the way he moved with such natural authority. He was 44 years old, brilliant, and devastatingly attractive . He was tall with broad shoulders, sharp cheekbones, dark hair with silver threading through it at the temples, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through every student. He was the kind of professor students whispered about in the hallways. The kind I touched myself thinking about late at night.And now, I was finally in his class.I sat in the third row, my legs pressed tightly together under the desk, pretending to take notes while my eyes kept drifting to him. The way his shirt stretched across his chest when he wrote on the board. The way his fingers gripped the marker. My academic performance had started slipping badly because my mind was constantly elsewhere. Iimagining him bending me over

My boss, Damien had me bent over his heavy oak desk, my maid uniform skirt shoved up around my waist and panties roughly shifted to the side. His thick cock thrust deep into my dripping pussy from behind, stretching me open with every powerful stroke.His large palm was clamped firmly over my mouth, muffling my desperate moans as he fucked me hard and relentlessly."Mmmph…!"Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked my eyes. I had told myself this would never happen again.That was three weeks ago.Three Weeks EarlierI never meant for any of this to start.I was just Mira Larsson. The quiet, sweet-faced maid at the Grant mansion. With reddish-brown hair tied in a neat bun, soft curves hidden under a modest black-and-white uniform, and big doe eyes that made people underestimate me. At twenty-five, I needed this job badly. The pay was excellent. Working for one of New York's wealthiest families came with stability I couldn't find anywhere else.But then there was Damien Grant.Tyler's

The water was cool against my skin as I floated on my back in the luxurious rooftop pool of our new family mansion. The wedding was in three weeks. My mother was marrying Richard Pierce, a wealthy businessman, and suddenly I had a new stepfather… and a stepbrother.Luca Pierce.I tried not to think about him. But it was impossible.The moment our parents introduced us two weeks ago, something shifted in the air. He was arrogant, sharp-tongued, and far too good-looking, tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair and piercing gray eyes that seemed to undress me every time they landed on me. He loved teasing me. Calling me little sister with that mocking smirk even though we weren’t siblings yet.I shivered in the water just thinking about it.I shouldn’t want him. Not like this.I closed my eyes, trying to relax, when I heard footsteps. My heart jumped.“Well, well… if it isn’t my future little sister enjoying the pool all by herself.”Luca’s deep, mocking voice sent a thrill down my

CHAPTER TWO: CROSSING THE LINHis lips crashed into mine with years of pent-up hunger. The kiss was raw, desperate, and filled with everything we had never dared to say. For one dangerous second, I melted into it. The warmth of his soft lips, the way his strong hands held my face like I was both fragile and something he wanted to claim.Then reality slammed into me like a cold poured over me.I pulled back sharply, breathing hard, my hands pressed firmly against his chest. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it in my throat.“Kai… we can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice shaking with guilt and fear. “Tyler is your friend. He’s my boyfriend. This is so wrong. We can’t.”Kai’s eyes were dark, burning with intensity. His chest rose and fell rapidly under my palms. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the barely contained hunger in his muscle.“Fuck that,” he growled, voice low and rough with need.Before I could protest again, he grabbed my waist with strong hands, lifted

“Does your boyfriend know you’re taking your best friend’s cock like a good girl?”Kai’s low, rough voice sent shivers down my spine as he thrust deep into me from behind. My face was pressed hard into the couch cushion, my ass up, back arched like a whore. I couldn’t even answer. “Mhnnn…!”“That's right.” He groaned as his hands tightened on my hips.My eyes rolled to the back of my head as another powerful orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, my juices dripping down my thighs. I was shaking, and completely lost.This all started earlier that night… when Tyler bailed on me again.Earlier that eveningHe cancelled again. For fuck’s sake.I stared at Tyler’s text lightening up my phone. “Sorry babe, guys night ran late. Tomorrow? I love you” My thumb hovered over the keyboard for a second before I locked the screen without replying. I felt pure irritation as I shoved the phone in my pocket. This was the third time this week. I looked up at th