Novels by Snow Drop

Rosalie POVMy ears rang for a minute with those words. I blinked once. Twice. No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.Emily had to be joking. But the way she looked between us, completely oblivious, told me everything I needed to know.This wasn't some sick prank. This breathtakingly handsome man...whom I'd spent the entire night with. The man whose kisses still lingered on my lips. The man whose voice had haunted every thought since I'd woken up...This Greek god was... her actual father? Emily's father? "Oh."Emily frowned. "Rosa?"I realized I'd said that out loud. My knees suddenly felt weak."Are... are you okay?" she asked, her concern replacing the irritation she'd worn moments ago."I..."Nothing. Absolutely nothing came out. My tongue had apparently packed its bags and left my body.Caleb—Mr. Kingston—cleared his throat. His face had returned to that unreadable expression I'd first seen downstairs. There were only three words I could use to explain it. Calm. Controlled.

Rosalie's POVI opened my mouth.Words were supposed to come out. A proper explanation. But it was like all rationality had deserted me.It was probably the aphrodisiac. It felt like fire spreading through my skin, dispelling every fear in my body.I grabbed the gun, shocking even myself as I pressed the cold steel against my skin."All I can think about right now is your cock buried deep inside me, daddy." I slurred.A rough guttural sound ripped through his throat like he was fighting a fierce monster inside of him. I moved before I could think— pushed him against the bed and straddled him.He went still for exactly one second, a mix of shock and amusement on his face."Who in God's name are you really, firecracker? How are you not afraid of me? Do you have an idea how dangerous what you're doing is?" He flipped me over, now towering above me, resting his weight on his elbows."I don't care." I couldn't hide the sexual desperation in my voice.And that was all it took to set loose

Rosalie's POV His muscular broad back was to me, covered in intricate tattoos that looked like a wolf.Through the mirror, I could see his muscles flexing under tanned skin as his arm moved in slow deliberate strokes.His big calloused hand wrapped around his big, veiny cock, long and hard, flushed dark around the tip. He stroked once, twice, head tipping backwards as another groan ripped out of his throat, rumbling through the quiet room.The sound sent shockwaves of desire down my sensitive spine.My gaze trained up his face. His eyes were shut, completely lost in the animalistic pleasure that famed his face.I needed no soothsayer to tell me that he was twice my age. But damn! He was so hot.He looked like some untamed Greek god— wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and cut deep.He was the breathtaking combination of predatory and ethereal. His curly black hair with scanty gray highlights fell over his face in a tousled mess like he'd been running his hands through it, fr

Rosalie's POV"Yes! Fuck me harder!" I froze the second I stepped inside my room. That was the unmistakable voice of my bitch of a roommate, Sarah.It came from the bathroom, muffled by the sound of running water. But I could clearly hear the sound of wet skin slapping hard against wet skin.Did she really bring one of her fuck buddies over?And from the looks of things, it didn't seem like her first time doing this. If it was, she wouldn't be this loud.God! So if I hadn't come back to get my journal, I wouldn't have found out she was doing it.Seriously? In my own bathroom?I marched angrily to the bathroom. "Seriously Sarah. You couldn't—" The rest of what I wanted to say lodged in my throat as my gaze trained on the scene before me.Sarah was right there in the shower, hands on the wall as a man delivered savage thrust into her. Except the man was none other than my boyfriend.All the air swooshed out of my lungs.My stomach twisted so violently I had to force myself not to gag.