Breathless Vs Secrets Novels & Stories

"Their relationship is a secret and please don't tell anyone about it and I don't know how to come about...come about as their leader and..." "It's okay,' I stopped him and chuckled. He was so nervous and didn't want me to expose them or did he think I would want to sell them out or something. "I don't mind..." "If you are not comfortable about it, you can just tell me..." "I don't mind at all and besides, I'm also in the same position as them, so I get what you are saying,' I stated and he looked so stunned for a moment there and pointed at me. "Wait a second. You are also into men,' he asked in disbelief. "Don't even think for a second, you can fool me."

Ezra says. Ezra is seducing, and I know it, but I like it. I can feel the wetness dripping from between my legs as Ezra whispers his words in my ear. "If we are being honest, Ezra. I think you want me more than you will admit," I say.

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

Luke's gaze never shifted, his grey eyes holding her captive. Luna's heart hammered against her ribcage. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. Yet, she just couldn't bring herself to look away. Luke's hands were buried deep in his pockets and his shoulders relaxed. But his eyes told a different story; a story of longing and unspoken words. Then, without warning, Luke moved closer, shrinking the distance between them. His footsteps echoed through the corridor, each step deliberate. Luna's breath caught. Her back was against the door, her hand still gripping the handle. "Luna," he whispered, his lips barely moving.

My breathing stopped. Hickeys.

The first touch of the needle hit me, it was sharp and sudden, and I flinched, but his other hand was already there, steadying me, his thumb brushing circles over my wrist. “Breathe, Lena,” he murmured, voice deep and close. “Just like last time.” I did, slowly. My chest rose and fell, and the air felt thick. Minutes passed, though it felt like forever. His concentration was absolute, his gaze flicking up to mine every so often, and every time he did, I forgot to breathe. The hum of the machine became part of the rhythm, the quiet buzz, the sound of our breathing, the faint scrape of his chair moving closer.

Not trembling like mine. For a fraction of a second, I hesitate. This is the point of no return. Then I place my hand in his. His fingers close around mine. Warm. Firm. Grounding. The contact sends a strange calm through me. He leans slightly closer. From the outside, it probably looks romantic. Intimate. Perfect. But only I hear the quiet murmur meant just for me. “Breathe.” Two syllables. Low. Controlled. My lungs finally obey. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding my breath.

Lily turned and walked out. I watched her leave, then pulled out my phone. I opened a secure line and made a call. "Phoenix? This is Aurora Arkin." It was the first time I had ever spoken my true last name inside Thorne Industries. "Yes. I need to consult you on a unilateral breach of secret investment contracts. Evidence? I have it all. Every contract, every wire transfer." I hung up and opened a hidden wall safe in my office. Inside were all the investment contracts signed under the "Arkin Trust."

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

I clenched my thighs together, a useless defense that only seemed to please him more. The higher his hand traveled, the harder it became to breathe. The damper my skin felt. He was so close. So fucking close to finding out my secret. In that moment, I almost did not care. I knew he would lose his own control the second he felt how soaked I was for him. I drew in a sharp, deep breath, just as the damn limousine came to a stop. For the love of God, he was so close to touching me where I burned for him. A wild impulse rose to shout at the driver to keep going, to not stop until I said so. But when I looked out the window, I saw everyone already gathered, waiting for us.