Novelas de estherfrances17

​I run my fingers through my hair and wince as the tequila burns my throat.​My chest heaves in the quiet study. A virgin. I never touch virgins. It is my strict rule, and Jack knows it.​I should know the moment I slide into her. I should recognize the tightness, the way her body clamps shut, and the panic in her tear-filled eyes. But I convince myself she is just nervous.​Then comes her sharp, agonizing scream.​I pull back, whispering a hasty apology against her temple while my hand squeezes her breast to distract her. But the raw impatience burning in my veins wins. I drive back in, pushing past the tightness of her body.​She wraps around me so impossibly tight, every inch of her resisting me, but I rationalize it—telling myself she is just fighting my size.​When she tries to push my chest away, my temper snaps. I grab the silver handcuffs from the nightstand, pin her wrists above her head, and lock her to the headboard. I tell myself it is just to keep her still.​I pour mo

Blake stands naked beside the bed. I keep my eyes fixed on his chest, too terrified to lower my gaze and see the size of him.​He leans down, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His hot breath sends shiver after shiver across my skin. His fingers slide down between my thighs, finding my center.Before I can draw a full breath, he begins to rub my clit with a steady, rhythmic pressure.​Heat floods through me—an intense wave of arousal I've never felt in my entire life. I grip the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turn white, biting my lip to suppress the screams building in my throat.My eyes squeeze shut. ​The blunt head of his dick presses against my entrance, and panic flashes through me. My body goes rigid. He shifts his weight, hovering over me so he doesn't crush me under his heavy frame.Sliding in slowly, the stretch feels overwhelming.​"Open your eyes, Diana," his voice commands, low and firm. "I don't fuck you with your eyes closed. I want to see every reaction."​I force

My heart gives a hard, sudden beat.​For two days, I've been wondering when I'd finally meet him. Now that he's standing in front of me, I wish I had more time to prepare.​His suit jacket is still on, his tie loosened just enough to look relaxed. Mr. Blake is handsome, but that doesn't make me want him either. I blink, opening the door properly. He steps inside, the heavy scent of expensive cologne following him. I swear he can hear my heart pounding against my ribs.​He sits on the large sofa in my room, his dark eyes fixed on me. He doesn't look away. He's studying me like a specimen in a lab.​The silence between us feels heavier than it should. My fingers tighten around the edge of my silk nightdress, the thin fabric twisting in my palms.​"Strip Diana," his low voice echoes through the room.​I flinch internally, but I look up to meet his gaze. This is the man I signed a four-month contract with. For the first time since I arrived at his estate, I realize there's no running aw

Diana POVI can’t sleep through the night.​The first thing I do this morning is visit the police station with my aunt's lawyer.​"We are going to need your signature on this file, Miss Hamilton," the lawyer says, handing the folder to me.​I sign my name on the bottom line and pass it back, my hand shaking slightly.​"That's all we need, Miss Hamilton," the officer behind the desk tells me. "You may take your aunt home from the hospital.The outstanding debt is paid in full. Your aunt is cleared for release."​A sudden wave of relief hits me. I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. Aunt Elena is finally coming home.​"You may go now," the officer adds.​I walk out into the waiting room, where Chloe sits on the edge of her seat.​"Is everything cleared?" Chloe asks, jumping up.​"Yes! She's completely free!" I shout, throwing my arms around her.​"I'm so happy for you, Diana!" Chloe squeezes me tight.​My phone vibrates in my bag. I pull it out and answer without checking the screen. "Hello?"

Diana pov​“I am finding it difficult to understand what you’re saying, Diana. Are you serious?”​Chloe asks, still unable to believe what I just told her the moment I stepped into her house.​“Why on earth would I joke about something like this, Chloe?” I honestly wish it were a dream.​Chloe lets out a deep breath, finally sitting down while I remain standing. “So you’re saying you don’t know him at all?”​“Of course not,” I reply, nodding my head fast.​“It’s still so strange how they knew your name. What did you say the man’s name was again?”​“Blake. His name is Blake,” I reply, staring at her.​“And his surname?”​“I don’t even remember, but I saw it on the contract papers. Wait, let me check the transaction receipt on my phone.”​“Great idea,” Chloe agrees.​I pull up the notification on my screen and stare at the bold text. “Blake Whitmore,” I whisper.​Chloe immediately covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide.​“What? What’s wrong?”​“Which Whitmore are you talking ab

Diana's pov​"Good day, ma'am. You must be Miss Diana Hamilton." A man dressed in a sharp black suit speaks the moment he reaches my table.​"Yes, I am," I say, looking up.​"Please, right this way. Mr. Blake is waiting in the VIP lounge."​The VIP lounge? My forehead creases in confusion. Chloe never mentioned anything about a private area, but she was so firm when setting this up. “You must not refuse this one, Diana,” she had insisted. I stand up and follow him into the hotel elevator, watching the floor numbers light up one by one as we rise toward the top.​I smooth down my dress, my stomach twisting into nervous knots. I barely remember the name of the man Chloe said I was meeting tonight. She's arranged so many dates for me since my publishing company threatened to drop me.The publishing house had approached me because of the success of my previous novels. They picked me for the job based on my talent, but there's a huge problem: I write romance, but I'm terrible at writing i