Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novels & Stories

his thigh pressed down on hers, trapping her on the bed. “What has come over you, Kaiden? Let me go, I’m begging you. We can’t do this! You’re my brother!” she whimpered, her resolve faltering, her breath coming in short gasps. He didn’t listen. His darkened eyes bored into her, unable to control the evil force that had taken over him. “Kaiden!” a loud cry escaped her lips, her body jerking up on the bed.

I admitted, pulling him toward me. He resisted and stood to drag me to the edge of the bed. As soon as he had me where he wanted me, he captured me, sinking deeper than I'd believed possible. I felt myself stretch within to accommodate his girth. Consumed by the fullness of his stroking back and forth, I drifted away from the present in favor of the sensation. His movements slowed until he had my attention, my eyes locked on his. "Do you trust me, Annie?" "Of course."

He leaned his forehead against hers under the spray. “I don’t deserve this,” he said. “You don’t get to decide what you deserve anymore,” she answered. “Not alone.” She turned, braced her hands on the bench, and looked back at him over her shoulder. An invitation, not a demand. Tristan stepped in behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding himself. He pushed inside slow enough that she felt every inch, the stretch deep and full and new now that the lies were gone. He stayed buried for a long moment, arms wrapped around her from behind, mouth pressed to the back of her neck.

Now, I felt like a puppet with cut strings, about to fall into a pit I couldn't see. A part of me wanted to tear the note into confetti, to bury it in the sand and pretend the world outside our villa didn't exist. To lose myself in the warmth of our bed and the comforting weight of Eavon's arm around me. But another part, a cold, hard voice in my head, recognized this as a chance. My chance to finally understand the truth behind the lies, to stop being a passive piece in someone else's dangerous game.

I restrained myself with difficulty, hoping never to let out any curse, but it was difficult. "Severin..." I pleaded. I needed something more. Bigger. Firmer. Stronger. Longer. But I knew not to show that side of me before Severin. He was a gentleman. Someone who believed me to be classic and reserved. He wouldn't like a wild woman. I bit my lower lip so hard I seemed to taste blood, but the hunger only intensified. "Hubby..." My tone came out pleadingly, but I wasn't able to complete my words as something thick and long invaded my pussy, and my eyes went wild!

She felt as if she falling,into a deep bottomless pit. All she had to cling to was Ben. And it was imperative she did ,to keep hold of him , never ever to loosen her hold on him. Her eyes went to the man standing beside her in the stone built church,his expression drawn and shattered. Trust me,he had said. Could she really trust him? Was he really rescuing her or simply tricking her again? But how could he be tricking her? He was prepared to do something that would change his life for ever, something so drastic.

It might as well have been a continent and a hair’s breadth at the same time. Minutes crawled by. I listened to him breathe (fast, shallow, controlled with visible effort). The mattress shifted. He had turned his head toward me. I didn’t move. “Liana,” he whispered, so softly I almost missed it. I stayed on my back, eyes on the ceiling. “What.” “I’m… cold.” A lie. The man radiated heat like a furnace. I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes. They were wide, pleading, ancient in their desperation.

Crossing one leg over the other in a casually hazardous manner. I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to gather the courage to respond. The room seemed to close in around me, and I averted my gaze, unable to meet his intense stare. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to resist, to not give in to his twisted desires. His charm was undeniable, but it was the dangerous glint in his eyes and the wicked smirk on his lips that sent shivers down my spine.

"Forcing? Your pussy clenched around my fingers like it never wanted me to stop. You came so hard, soaking my hand. That was not force; that was need." His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. "Admit it. You crave this power over you, the way I make your body beg." My breath came in shallow pants, his words igniting fresh sparks low in my belly. I hated how right he was, how my traitorous mind replayed the feel of his mouth on my nipple, the curl of his fingers inside me. "I crave nothing from you. I just want this over with." "Liar." He unbuckled his belt, the sound echoing like a promise. His pants dropped, revealing black boxer briefs strained by the thick bulge

“The bond… it’s not just about fighting. Not just about protecting. It’s everything. Desire. Fire. Power. You and me.” Her lips curved, teasing but breathless. She cupped his face, silver sparks flickering faintly along her palms. “Then let’s feel everything.” The world ignited. The bond pulsed wildly, energy coiling around them, weaving fire and shadow into their veins. Each kiss deepened, each touch grew bolder, the line between their souls blurring until neither could tell where one ended and the other began. Hours blurred, melting into each other, as they explored the depths of the tether binding them. Desire tangled with laughter, whispered promises fused with hungry silence. They teste