Semua Bab Stories Of Lust And Longings : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly.Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips.Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted.Sex.A copulation of body and soul with her beloved.But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.How could she wait till then?Her remembering the last time they had been together wasn't helping matters as well.His fingers had been so skilful and deft, his mouth on her skin soft and seductive.She didn't know when her hands began to rub on her body, tracing lines across the skin on her neck.One of her hands found its way underneath her gown and pulled away her undergarments. One finger slide in between the folds of her warm, moist cunt and she shivered from the pleasure of it.She inserted another finger, then another and

“Miss me?”Aleric struggled to get up from the floor but fell back each time.Marcel smiled as he watched the man at his feet. “I'm stronger now, faster. I can kill you right here right now and leave your carcass for the birds of the air to feed on,”Aleric ignored him and tried standing up again. Larissa. If Marcel knew that his wife was in the room....Marcel began to sniff the air. “I smell woman,”He kicked Aleric aside and stepped into the house.“Why, my lovely lady, Larissa.”She screamed.On weak legs, Aleric got up but was knocked back down by one of the men Marcel had brought to him.“It's me you want, Marcel. Leave her out of this!” Marcel turned to him. “I don't want only you, Aleric,” he started, then his voice went full pitch, “I want you and everyone you've ever crossed paths with! YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!”It was almost difficult for him to draw breathe.“I - I had to, Marcel. I had to.”“Well, you should have made sure I stayed dead, Aleric.”He was getting weaker. His

The office was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the soft rustling of papers coming from the table. Ava Monroe stood in front of the massive mahogany door, her fingers gripping the file in her hand as she watched her boss."You called for me, Mr. Blackwood?" Her voice held a hint of amusement, as if she could barely stop herself from bursting into laughter.This charade was funny — she pretending that she and her boss weren't lovers, or the fact that she'd spent the night in his place overnight — and had been fucked senseless by him.It was unethical and unprofessional, she knew, but as much as she tried to, she couldn't resist the allure that was him. He had wanted to announce his relationship to the other staff, but she had stopped him.She enjoyed the secrecy that came with their relationship.Ethan Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, lifted his gaze from the document to meet hers. His steel-grey eyes held an intensity that made her stomach clench and he

Julie watched as Sergio made his way towards the paddock. He changed his steps when he saw her and headed towards her.“Hey, Baby Cakes.”Julie folded her hands and looked up at her best friend, who was more like a brother now. “Hi, Serg. Nice race,” “Ya think?” he asked as he leaned down so she could rub his thick black hair. “I would have won,” he went on “but I decided to take pity on Leo and let him take the first place. Come with me to the dressing area.”She followed him through the paddock area, past the people who shouted their congratulations, and well wishes about Sergio's second place win.One of the engineers spotted her first. “Hey, Jules, long time no see! You look pretty as usual.”Before she could reply, someone else grabbed her into a twirl, and she had to laugh.“Avoiding us here?” asked Jamie, Sergio's team manager.“Nah. I've been so busy. Work and all.”Jamie leaned down and kissed her cheeks. “And we see those bestsellers, babe. Keep up the good work.”“Thanks,

“You shouldn't let him talk to you like that,”“He's still my father,” I replied, walking closer to him. I could feel the rage pulsing underneath his skin, the effort it took for him to control himself.He slipped out of my grasp and paced around in a small circle.“My love,” I called, and he stopped, his grey blue eyes fixing on me. I reached him, smiled, and cupped his cheek in my hands. “I'm fine.”“No, you're not, Violet.”“Yes, I am not,” I admitted. I hadn't seen my father in years, and I had planned for it to stay that way, but my mother had pleaded for me to come see her before her cancer took herMy father still had that power of pulling me down with his words. I thought I had healed from the scars he left behind, but I had been wrong. It was terribly terribly wrong. I doubt if I would never be free of him.“I don't want him to hurt you anymore,” said my lover.I smiled again, my eyes caressing his face. “He can’t hurt me anymore, Kian. Not with you here.”His jaw clenched, b