Against Heavens Will Novels & Stories

What is one to do when they catch the attention of dark beings? Should they run away from the sweet promise of unending pleasure, or do they give in? Tabitha Sullivan has to make that very choice when she catches the attention of two dark brothers with a need for blood and sweet torture. Not only them, but also an icy man with a vendetta against her kind. However, he is willing to go against his very nature to claim her for himself. What will Tabitha do? Will she fight the draw she feels toward these men, or will she give in? Read A Taste Of Sin to find out!

Twenty-two year old Attorney Serena Aiden didn't know what she was getting herself into trying to put a very notorious Mafia Kingpin behind bars. So when three hot, hard-muscled, sexy men show up at her apartment, and drags her away against her will, she knows she's in big trouble. Just not the kind she expects. Florian, Drew and Anatoli are hired to kidnap and break the attorney who testified against the most powerful man in the city. But one look at feisty Serena, and the game changes. She would be their captive. Their sweet plaything. She would be theirs.

Everything quiets. Danielle's arms are thrown over my neck, her front pressed against mine, and her lips moving over mine. She's kissing me. Passionately, I might add. She's mewling against my lips and her fingers keep toying with the hair at my nape. Suddenly, she pulls away from me, and I almost drag her back into my arms when she whispers feverishly, "Please, kiss me." That's all it takes for me to press her back into the nearest wall and sink my fingers into her silky tresses.

"I will not be your mistress." She spoke, whispering, with her mouth a sigh away from his. He swallowed hard and nodded, agreeing with her even as he closed the distance between them, kissing her to madness, leaving nothing to sanity. Bethany Fitzgerald hated the very idea of marriage and stood against it with everything she was. Charles de Norcrosse had to marry the insufferable Lady Cossington, for it was the will of his late father and he must abide by it. But when fate moved in favour of the Duke of Carlisle and the daughter of an impoverished Land Baron, very little can be done to fight against it.

On a packed bus heading toward a college, bodies were pressed together so tightly it was hard to move. I deliberately leaned against a delicate, sweet-looking freshman. She was wearing a short plaid skirt. I hitched the fabric up and pressed myself against her curvy hip. What caught me off guard was her underwear. There was a small hole worn into the fabric, as if she were already overcome. Just as I was about to lose control, I pulled back at the last second. However, she held me there tightly and said, “Mister, don’t stop. Keep going.”

WARNING MATURE CONTENT !!! "I thought I'd never get to kiss you again. Never in a million years did I think I'll get to taste you, or fuck you madly in this bed we've always shared. God, I want you so bad it hurts." My mouth moves hard against hers, her tongue down in my throat, and my fingers rubbing hard against her throbbing clit. "Then have me, Luke." It feels unreal, like a dream. But no, it's no dream... I'm about to fuck my best friend.

They are light's chosen. Heralds of justice, light's weapon against all evil. The paladins hold power and knowledge bestowed upon them by the light—Their presence brings forth hope to every race in the world of Palmor. One such paladin was once a princess beloved by her kingdom. A kingdom in ruins after a swarm of the rising dead suddenly appeared at its very heart, ripping through every life in their path. Maria is her name. She embarked on a path to recover the lands she had lost with the help of heroes that stood side by side with her against the creatures threatening to destroy this world.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

As I bent over to do the laundry, a man suddenly pressed himself against me from behind, thrusting me forward into the washing machine. My hips were left exposed to the open air, held firmly in the grasp of his hands. I was trapped, unable to move. His large hands roamed freely over my body, sending waves of heat coursing through me against my will. Pleasure shuddered through my limbs, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. When I finally managed to look back, I saw—to my shock—that the man behind me was my father-in-law.

When I finally locate my wife, Annabelle Suther, she happens to be nuzzling against a man. There are freshly used condoms littering around them as well. That's when I recall the social media post made by Annabelle's best friend. "Anna is happy once again!" In the photo, Annabelle can be seen kissing a man with her arms around him as they stand in the center of a heart formed by roses. I've left a comment there. "Make sure to use protection." Annabelle, who has always gone against every word I say, actually takes my advice very seriously this time.