Bared To You Book Novels & Stories

I smirked. “Yeah, this is hot,” Raghu spoke, drooling over the cover. Both Sri and I knew that he was not admiring the girl featuring on the cover. He was drooling over the bare-chested man whose body was shining like diamonds. “How do you read this and not get aroused?” Raghu enquired. “It’s personal,” I spoke, getting red in the face. How could I tell how aroused I was feeling just now but had no one to share that arousal with! I snatched the book and hid it in my bag.

Fuck you girl pride! Since I'm not having the best time of my morning I decide to cloud my thoughts with something not sexually oriented, hence I will do something really not comfortable. I push myself closer to Barry and rub his back softly, whispering nothing to his ear. Our bare bodies are touching, and I keep on getting sparks, well I'm loving it, so I will stay in his arms. We are both naked, laying on the bed with a duvet covering our bodies.

He jolted her back to reality and that was when she realized what she was doing and bit down on her lips nervously. “I will take this call” Vanessa announced after a while and made her way out of the room leaving the two of them. “What book are you reading now?” Nathan asked her and for a moment she was tongue tied. “What book are you reading now?” He asked again. “Bared to you by Sylvia Day” “And what’s the most inspiring quote from it?” “He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions”

he murmurs, touching his lip where I bit him. Narrowing his gaze, Barren takes in the blood that covers his fingers and then lifts his gaze to mine, and before I can even consider what he's thinking, his other hand is moving and connecting to my cheek, sending me crashing to the floor. "I was going to go easy on you," he announces, getting to his feet. "But you've made it clear you want to do this the hard way. Prepare yourself, baby, because things are about to take a dark turn."

"But you? Please. With your flat chest? Even if you were to strip bare, no one would bother looking." I curved my lips into a faint smile and said nothing. “Go ahead, laugh. Soon, you’ll have no reason to,” I thought. Just as I expected, by the next day, Linda’s photos were plastered all over the university’s confession page. The caption read: "To the student in question: Please be mindful of your image and stop flaunting yourself. The school provides proper showers. Why insist on bathing on the balcony? Are you trying to seduce someone? Most of the men here already have girlfriends. Cover yourself up. Don’t you think this is disgraceful?"

Prideful and arrogant beings, and this one was no exception. His gaze was filled with dominance, and a silent challenge. To submit, to go under him, but that was the last thing I would ever do. To submit to a stupid Alpha. Even though I was to remain undercover. I remembered one of the numerous warnings of my anti. “stay away from the alphas and Betas.” But something inside of me, the stubborn part of me wouldn't submit no matter what. I was no push over. “Liam go and take a seat” the teacher's voice came beside me, and as if I hadn't committed an abomination already, I went straight to the empty beside ranting dog.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

His ears turned red as he replied, "You're welcome. I just saw it and thought it was perfect for you, so I bought it." I put the bookmark away and winked at Marcus. "You're being awfully nice to me, Mr. Perfect. Don't tell me you have feelings for me?" He froze, his face burning red. "I-I don't—" I chuckled and rose to my feet. "Just kidding. It's getting late. I'd better head back." "Oh, okay." He nodded hastily. … By the time I stepped out of the library, dusk had already fallen. I hummed a little tune as I headed toward the dorms.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.