LOGIN"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be. “No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold. “You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.” I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself. My body pressed into his, desperate for more. But he suddenly pulled both his lips and hand back, “Say the word and I’ll stop.” I stared at him. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My lips were swollen. My thighs, God, I was throbbing. I want, I need. He pressed a knee between my legs and my and I mewed. Yes, me. I mewed like some needy, pathetic bitch in heat. For him. "That’s what I thought," he growled, and the next second he pinned both my wrists above my head and kissed me like he was trying to ruin me all over again. **** Liora once has a powerful name, a future paved in gold, until Tristan Cole walked in and tore everything apart. Now, years later, Liora is forced into a marriage contract with the very man who destroyed her life, all to save her dying brother. But Tristan wants something more dangerous. Her heart. Her body, all of her. Will love be her ultimate undoing? Or will she crawl out of wreckage and gain control?
View MoreLioraIt was dark around me, but I could hear voice like distant echoes at the back of my mind. I wasn’t waking up, not really. I knew that much given that the last thing I remembered was the gun, and the sharp pain tearing through me, now I was here, floating somewhere between everything and nothing.Am I… in heaven? I thought. But no.. heaven wouldn’t feel this empty. It wouldn’t be this cold or terrifyingly quiet.“Miss…?” a male voice said, distant yet near enough to pull at me. I tried to reach toward it, but my body wouldn’t listen. It felt like swimming through cold dark water. So I tried again, but the voice drifted away.Then another warm hand touch me gently,“Liora… sweetheart, if you can hear me, please.. you need to wake up. Please.”That voice. My heart clenched. There was something so broken in it that I wanted to cry, to tell whoever it was to stop hurting. It was him, I knew it was him and all I wanted right then was to get to him, so I started following the sound, p
Tristan I was searched immediately when I got here.After they checked me and confirmed I had no weapon, he told them to bring me closer. They did.Relief flooded through me so suddenly it almost hurt. Even though I’d been holding onto the hope that she was still alive, but sometimes… sometimes my mind would drift to darker places. And seeing her alive made me realize how much I've missed her. So much that all I wanted in that moment was to pull her into my arms, to hold her and never let go. I wanted to pull her into me so badly it hurt. I wanted to shove my face into her hair and promise I’d never let anything like this happen again. I wanted to find every man who’d touched her and break them.I wanted to kill Victor in ever agonizing possible ways for someone I used to think I could trust. But I was wrong. He wanted something that was never his to take.They pushed me down into a chair beside Liora and strapped my hands tight and I let them do it without struggling. The cold bit
LioraI couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Because there was no way, I mean no possible way this could be real even though he was standing right there in front of me, alive.Because as long as I'm concerned, this man wasn’t supposed to be alive, not even close.I still remember that time after FYS went under, I still remember how he got into that car accident, how his body was brought back to us and we buried him.We freaking buried him.Mom almost lost her mind after that. She’d sit for hours staring into nothing, talking to someone who wasn’t there.It got so bad that even though we were all grieving, I had to pull myself together because of Caleb.I couldn’t let him feel abandoned or let him think we’d stopped being a family since Mom wasn’t really living anymore.At least… not until she found alcohol.And then she just started drowning herself in it, day after day.All of that pain. All of that loss. Because this man who's supposedly my father died.Or so we thought.But now, loo
Tristan “Damn it!” I hissed under my breath slamming my fist hard on the table in the empty warehouse, the sound echoing through the space.. “I’m too late.”By the time we got here, they were already gone.One of the cops ran in, slightly out of breath. “Sir! You guys have to see this!” he called.We followed him outside, and on the ground were fresh tire marks, deep and clear.“They must’ve known we were coming,” Dante said beside me, crouching to get a closer look. He insisted on coming and I was just in too much of a hurry to refuse him. “Yeah,” I muttered, jaw tight. “They evacuated fast.”I stared at the tracks a moment longer, my mind racing. She was here. And now… she was gone again because I wasn't fast enough.My phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Allen’s name flashing on the screen.I answered and placed it against my ear.“Did you get them?” he asked.“No,” I said, my voice low. “We’re too late. Somehow they knew we were coming, and he ran off with her. I’m






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