Novels by Ardor

Derek’s povDamon is the worst. Like, really really bad.He's garbage, the kind even seagulls avoid. A walking biohazard in Burberry, pink shorts, and a sleep mask pushed up on his forehead, like he’s relaxing at a goddamn spa.And yet, somehow… she chose him.Am I losing it? Yes. Yes, I am.Layla could've had anyone. Anyone at all. And she chose this? Him? What part of her thought he was a good idea? And why?I stare at Damon's sleeping form, and I realize… I don't want answers to any of it. Not about him or why. I don't even want it to make sense. It'll hurt less if I just don't know.The woman next to him stirs. She looks around, then lets out a scream like her lungs are on fire. If someone taught her, she could probably shatter my skull with that.What is she, a fucking banshee?"Shut the fuck up", Damon mumbles into his pillow, still half-asleep.She shakes him hard. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her down toward his crotch. "Suck it, bitch", he slurs, totally unaware of the

Derek’s povAneeka Smith.I rented the whole restaurant. Not just any place, but a Michelin-starred one. I planned everything to be perfect.Champagne by the water. Her favorite violinist on the balcony. Even those chocolate-covered strawberries she swears she hates… but ate every time.Then that damn package showed up. Addressed to Aneeka Smith.The name stared at me from the box handed over. And just like that… everything fell apart.Layla opened the door, still adjusting her earring, her radiant smile lit up her whole face. My chest tightened."You make me distracted", I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "And kind of dumb". Her eyebrows shot up. "In a good way", I quickly added. "No… an amazing way".Her laughter echoed through the room, light and musical. It was perfect. Just perfect.That emerald dress, with its perfect slit teasing just above her left thigh, left no room for coherent thought. The fabric clung like it was painted on, making it impossible

Aneeka’s povHe freezes, his head snapping toward me. "What did you say?"I point to the drawer, my voice steady. "I wasn’t sure one would be enough”.His eyes narrow, and for a moment, he looks like he’s about to yell. Instead, he stands slowly, his movements stiff, like he's holding back anger. He walks to the drawer and yanks it open. His shoulders slump, and he lets out a low, pained breath. "Layla… what the hell?"I sit up, cross my legs, and force a grin. "I'm sorry", I say, trying to sound casual. "You…""Fuck, princess", he mutters, pulling one of the dildos from the drawer and gripping it tightly. He's going to break it if he keeps holding it like that."Couldn't you have punished me some other way? Were… were you really going to use it? Them?" His voice shakes.I shrug, avoiding his gaze. "Well, not really".He groans, running a hand over his beautiful face. "What? No, no, no…”Before he can say another word, I walk to him. His breath hitches as I go on tiptoe, pressing my l

Aneeka’s povI knew he was going to be mad, but not this mad. Okay, that's a lie. I knew he'd be really, really mad. I wanted him to be mad."Layla! Open this door now!" His voice is getting louder, angrier.Okay, maybe I underestimated how mad he’d be. Hopefully the door is made of some sort of fine, indestructible material. Because at this point, he's going to break it down.I press my back against the door, hoping my weight can keep him out. "Go away, Der!" I shout, trying to hold in my laugh but failing miserably."Not a chance!" he shouts, pounding on the door."I need to be alone. I'm going to be very busy, Der", I reply, my cheeks hurting from holding in my laughter. "It's going to be a long night, and you're ruining it", I whisper.There's a pause, and for a moment, I think he's given up. But then I hear him sigh. His voice is lower now, but still intense. "Baby, open the door. Please, Layla".I bite my lip, my heart racing. Why does he have to sound so hot? And sexy? What doe

Derek’s povI stare at her, my mind racing. Say what? "Layla, are you serious? You never… ever?"She looks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself. Damn, woman! That's my job. "I didn't think it was a big deal. I just… I didn't know it could feel like that".Of course you didn't, my favorite nectar. Her first time! "Der", she calls softly."You should have told me. You should have asked me to stop!".Oh fuck, I'm snapping at her again.I should have known! I should have fucking known it was her first time! It's Layla! Why didn't I realize? Of course, that was her first orgasm. Her first orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking ruined it."We shouldn't have, Layla", I say softly, my voice trembling as I raise myself up and run up the stairs. What am I doing? Coward!Fuck. Her first orgasm, and I made her cum her release like she knew exactly what she was doing. I should have been gentle with her. Layla deserved a slow introduction to pleasure. Why did I let her beg for me like that?

Derek’s povI'm so dumb!When I heard her tell her friends she wanted me, I was so happy. I almost wanted to kiss her right there.When she half-ran out of the hall, I freaked out, thinking she was going to run away… again. It's Layla, and I knew she could do it, even on her wedding day. She had done it before.But she didn't leave. She stayed, she wanted me, and even called me hot. I was so happy.Then she orgasmed, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. The look on her face, her expressions, and the way her voice shook when she called me 'Der'. It was beautiful.I had never been with a woman as passionate as Layla. She was everything my body didn't know it wanted, but exactly what it needed. Still, in that moment, all I could think about was her ex-husband.He had seen her like this. He had heard her voice when she screamed her release. He knew she shut and opened her eyes in quick succession before she climaxed. He knew she scratched and cussed in pleasure.He knew her.An