Beautiful Stranger Christina Lauren Romane & Geschichten

it seems like he is right after all, Lucien has the same effect on everyone around him as well. I can't help but notice that Lauren is dressed in leather pants and a black leather jacket, and she looks like a badass biker girl. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she looks even more beautiful than I remembered. She's taller than I remembered too, and she has a presence about her that's both intimidating and alluring. I feel my cheeks growing warm, and I look away, hoping she doesn't notice my blush.

“I crave it. I crave the ruin you bring.” The sash fell away. The cassock parted. Beneath it, nothing but skin and the taut evidence of his desire. Christina sank to her knees on the Aubusson carpet, the same carpet that had cushioned the footsteps of saints and sinners for centuries. She took him in her hand first—gentle, then firm—then in her mouth, slow and deep, as though receiving communion.

Though that day, she appeared sharp when she negotiated with him but he had seen her helplessness, desperation and desolation, so, her being this way was the best. “You look beautiful, Madam.” Alex complimented softly with his gentle eyes still locked on the frozen smile on his screen. “Oh…” Lauren responded, and though Alex couldn’t see her, he somehow could picture her shy smile. Lauren pursed her lips, and she felt so embarrassed. His deep voice felt like magic that brightened her day, and even the idea of going back to the Sterling family didn’t feel strange anymore. She bit her lips and her eyes narrowed as she thought of something, “I…I— You didn’t ask me where I’m going?”

"Goes to show that you should never judge a book by its cover. She always seems so aloof. It turns out she's just another gold digger." "She's cheating even though she's pregnant? How shameless!" I stood at the top of the steps, watching Dylan perform. I wasn't embarrassed one bit. He was the one humiliating himself. When Dylan saw me, he shuffled forward on his knees and reached for my legs. The security guards tried to stop him, but a group of older women shouted them down. "This is a matter between husband and wife. Who are you people to interfere?" "Can't you see how pitiful this man is?"

THE ATTACK ~ALEXANDRO'S POV~ Lauren tastes like champagne and sin. Sweet and intoxicating, like something I’ll never get enough of. Her breath hitches as I slide my fingers deeper, stretching her open, pulling soft little moans from her lips that I want to claim as mine. She’s gripping the tablecloth like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality, but I know she’s already lost. Lost in me. In this. “Look at you,” I murmur against her thigh. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

The healer, Lauren, moved around the stranger’s bed with her ever-so-gentle hands, dressing the cuts on her face. Every time she winced in pain, a tight knot formed in my heart. “She needs rest,” Lauren said. “Lots of it.”She looks like she hasn't had it for a long time,” Lauren said, with a pitiful face as she stared at her. I nodded once. “Thanks.” When the door closed, I walked slowly, going closer to her bed, my gaze resting on her small face. I stared at the strange woman in front of me — a stranger… who made me feel something forbidden.

“And I don’t want to scare you.” Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happened.” Elara exhaled, slow and shakily. “You know the current book I am writing, right?.” “I know you disappear into your laptop like it’s another dimension,” Fallon replied. “Yes.” “I created characters,” Elara said. “Too vividly. Too much. And one of them, Marek, he… crosses boundaries.” Fallon’s smile faded. “I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?”

The soft rustle of pages was the only sound filling the quiet suite. Lauren sat curled up on the edge of the king-sized bed, her long legs tucked beneath her, silk nightwear flowing like a second skin. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and in her hands was a well-worn romance novel she had read before—but now, the emotions in its pages resonated differently. She wasn’t just reading it; she was feeling every word. Every longing. Every heartbreak.

His hand was huge and she was grasping his thumb in her whole fist trying to remove his hand, in doing so the netted veil got loosened and it slipped from her head and her shoulders but before it could fall on the floor, she grabbed it and bunched it on her chest. For a fleeting second her eyes whipped up and her breath hitched by the dark intense look in those dark obsidian eyes. She abruptly looked down and continued to struggle as her eyes became glassy. His grip was firm and like steel no matter how much she struggle he won't let go. Hamza watched in dire silence as she tried to struggle. He didn't know that grabbing her waist would make his hands come in direct contact with her soft ski