Angst Romance Books Novels & Stories

No rage, just this dark curiosity that made my skin prickle. He looked at me like he could see right through my anger to the confusing heat underneath. “Scream? Fight? I’ve handled worse. But I have to admit, watching you try is… entertaining.” My cheeks burned. I could feel my breasts heaving with each angry breath, the thin fabric of my blouse doing nothing to hide how hard my nipples were.

LIV It doesn’t take us long to get back to the hotel, but instead of heading for the elevators, Justin leads me to the front desk. It’s the same gorgeous woman from earlier, and I try not to feel ugly in comparison. As if sensing my unease, Justin wraps his arm tighter around me and gives me a sexy grin. My heart races and my body suddenly longs to be naked and rubbing up against him. The effect he has on me is insane, and I love it. It’s like every part of me already belongs to him, even though he hasn’t fucked me yet.

"Angela, the next time you come around me and disrespect not only me but my fiancé, I will kick you out. I have important business to attend to. Excuse me." Anthony walked away, dragging me with him. I looked over my shoulder at the woman and saw her looking as if her head was on fire, which described just how enraged she was. I looked forward and glanced at Anthony. His jaw was clenched hard, defining his sharp jawline while his nose flared. He was pissed. Really pissed.

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

His hands involuntarily moved to my hair again and he gripped a handful of my hair, his fingers tightening slightly against my scalp as louder groans began to slip past his lips, rougher this time, and less controlled. His head tilted back against the couch, eyes half-lidded, his body tensing beneath the strain building through him. One of his hands flew back to the couch and gripped tighter against the cushion, his fingers pressing in as if grounding himself from exploding. “Don’t stop…” he muttered under his breath, his voice breaking at the edges. “You….you're a fucking little beast…now I want my entire length inside your fucking mouth….I want to see it bulge in your throat—” he groaned,

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eight 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I snuggled to my blanket as the rain hit the shutters, making strange noises. I don’t know why,but I feel strange……, suddenly I began to shiver as cold coursed through my body. I sat up on the bed and looked through the window,a Lady stood far away, looking into my chamber as I gasped but I wasn’t scared.

it was stuck to her finger like a second skin, making it hard to remove. “Raina, “Don’t”, please,” Ronald said with pleading eyes. “I will send you the ring when I succeed in taking it off along with the divorce papers.” She turned to leave then bumped into Gabriel by the door. “Damn,” Gabriel cursed as soon as took in the scenario. Raina’s face was puffy from crying, Ronald looked confused with tears in his eyes, his shirt was a bit rumpled and Gabriel could see lipstick stain on his lips. Annabelle, on the other hand, was standing beside Ronald’s desk without a care in the world.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

The beam crashed where she had stood. Dust exploded around them. For a second she could not breathe properly. Then she realized two things at once. The beam had blocked the doorway. And Sebastian’s hand was still at the back of her neck, holding her close. Very close. Their faces were inches apart. Breathing uneven. The storm outside roared through broken glass. Neither moved immediately. Because danger had paused—but only barely. And in that pause, everything unspoken returned all at once. His eyes dropped briefly to her mouth.