Anna Harris"Wha..what?" I can't believe what I just heard.He called off his marriage and he wants only me in his life. What does this suppose to mean? Is he planning to hold me captive forever whereas all I want to escape this world and never look back.Growing impatient with my silence, he encircles his hand around my stomach and with a swift motion, he twirls me so now I collide with his naked hard chest. His green eyes turned a shade darker and an intense lust can be seen in their depth. It was enough to send all the questions out of the window.This man is a definition of sex appeal."What are you thinking, my sweet kitten?" He breathes on my face while his hands roams on my back in a sensual motion."No..nothing." I want to ask him the reason of his sudden decision in elaborative details but I choose alternative and more safer answer."Are you sure?" He squeezes my butt and presses his hardness on my lower stomach.Fuck! He's as hard as a rod. "Yes...yes." My own breathing bec

Anna HarrisI stirr up from my sleep when the continue vibration of his phone become too audible for heavy sleeper like me. I have to blink my eyes several times to recognize my surroundings. I don't have to guess where am I or who is holding my naked body firmly in his strong grip like if he frees me, I'd run away.That's Hunter sleeping on my chest, his soft breath falling on my breasts, sending the same tingling on my skin. Our legs are entangled but what cause me to hold my breath from not reacting, is his cock resting on my thighs, the same cock which drove me to another world for three times in a row. The soreness in my core is the aftermath of it's brutality but I don't complain, in fact my desires manifold. I would never deny him if he offers me the same pleasure again.The continuous ringing of his phone forces me to wake him up, in his line of work, it might be important and I don't want him to miss it for me or regret our night and morning together if he misses something cr

Anna Harris I haven't slept a dreamless yet peaceful sleep in years. I can roughly count since my grandmother died ten years ago. She used to pat my hairs until my eyes give up and tuck me in the bed even though I was a grown up teenager. Last night I felt the same peace being in the arms of a stranger. I shouldn't call him a stranger though, we have crossed that boundary long ago and now the sexual tension is too high.He made love to me throughout the night and in the bathroom yet my body is aching for him. He turned me into an addictive for him, for the magic he do with my body.My thoughts comes to a halt when I hear a knock on the library door. I flinch by the sudden disturbance but compose myself as soon as a strong feminine perfume fills my nostrils.Oh I hate this brand even though it's expensive. I turn to look at the person, a young woman precisely, not some ordinary woman but a true epitome of heavenly beauty. I am stricken by the sight of her. Don't get me wrong, I am str

Anna Harris"Do not talk unless he asks you a question. He's not a man you would like to meddle. He plays mind games with his preys." Hunter says as the car slows down when a beautiful mansion comes in the view, surrounded by huge walls and an iron gate where a dozen armed guards are posted."You're not helping me, Hunter." I let out the breath that I had been holding."I am just warning you beforehand. Please avoid talking about your father if he asks you." He glances over me."Hunter, can I ask you something?" I look at him and muster up the courage to question him how Nathaniel Storm find out about me.He nods his head in a motion to allow me to speak."You said that nobody except your cousins and Blake knows that I'm staying with you then how does your father know about it?"He stares at me but remain silent and it increases my anxiety."Hunter, I'm asking you something." I repeat with more impatient tone."Have patience, Anna. All your questions will be answered shortly." He says

Anna HarrisTen minutes, thirty two seconds later, I've been summoned back in the court of king Nathaniel Storm like a war prisoner but the king has sympathy for his captive, note the sarcasm. I wasn't done crying and cursing my fate for breaking the hell upon me when he sent one of his guards to inform me that my ten minutes are almost over and I need to head back in his office so he can finish the unfinished talk between us.Right now, I am sitting like a rock statue, my eyes glue on the beautiful painting by Vincent Van Gough behind him, it must have cost him a fortune as it looks original. Hunter is also motionless like he already surrendered his weapons.The man clears his throat to gain both of our attention, looking pissed off by our defiance and gesture of disrespect. I can't kneel and kiss his feet if this is his form of respect needs me to do these gestures."Anna, Hunter, now I need to speak to both of you." He says and slide a shiny black folder in front of us with a symb