Burn For You Jt Geissinger Novels & Stories

Someone played with fire and I would assure that they would get burned into ashes. #TBC

She turned to them and said, "Please forgive us for this embarrassing display. What you have witnessed was nothing more than a debacle. I trust everyone present here will keep this matter confidential." Don Bryant's expression hardened as he added, "You guys ought to remember that the Bryant family operates on a principle of reciprocating goodwill and retaliating against all offenses. You guys should head home and reflect on that carefully." Upon hearing that, the entire crowd immediately grasped the underlying threat in the statement—those who risked revealing the disgraceful events of the evening would have to endure the Bryant family's retribution. They hurriedly nodded in understanding a

Bitterness was rising from deep inside me. "Tucker, do you really think a few sweet words are enough to fix things? What about the coldness and disdain you showed back then? What was that worth? Do you have any idea what I'd endured all those years?" He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came. As I looked at him, those humiliating, heart-wrenching memories rushed back in a relentless wave. A sharp ache blossomed deep in my chest. "Tell me, Tucker, what was I to you? Was I merely a stand-in for someone else? I poured my heart into loving and understanding you, yet all I ever got in return was indifference and contempt.

I was in the study handling business when my assistant handed me a photograph. In it, Henry’s mangled, bloody face stared up from a New York street, his eyes wide open in death, grotesquely lit by a streetlamp. Looking at the photo, I felt nothing. To me now, he was nothing. Less than nothing. I casually tossed the photo into the roaring fire in the hearth beside me. I rose and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the vast Vitiello estate, and beyond it, my own new empire, just beginning to rise.

The pain, the suffocation, and the smell of burning flesh crushed the last of my psychological defenses. My face turned deathly pale. For the first time, I lowered my pride and begged. “Janine, I’ll give up. I won’t compete anymore. I’ll never bother you again. Just let me go. In this kind of heat… I’ll really die.” She had never seen me beg before. For a split second, her eyes wavered. However, just as she was about to speak, Mr. O’Connor’s butler suddenly appeared and leaned close to whisper in her ear.

Needed to burn through this rage that was still coursing through my veins like poison. The Collucci brothers dared to curse Papa. Daring to insult my family. After they'd attempted to use Jameson as leverage. After they'd drugged him, put his life at risk— I practically stalked to the gym, Jameson following behind me. "I'm not going to stop you," he said, settling onto one of the benches. "But I'm not leaving either." I glared at him. "Shouldn't you be resting?" "Probably. But watching you work out is infinitely more interesting." He grinned. "Besides, I'm still too dizzy to do anything useful. Might as well enjoy the view."

Theo handed a flash drive to Asher. Asher nodded as he stared at the small object in his hand. Once Theo closed the door to his office, Asher began to play the only video on the flash drive. "What the hell is this?" Asher growled, annoyed because the video quality was terrible. The faces of the people passing by were not clearly visible. Asher played the video repeatedly. Oddly, there were minutes missing. The video seemed to jump to a later time. The woman was also never seen entering the room.

“God, Cal.” He moves like he’s chasing something—anger, maybe. Redemption. Sanity. I meet him with every thrust, every grind, losing myself in the heat, the rhythm, the crash. There’s no tenderness in this. It’s not soft. It’s survival. Two people who’ve been torn to pieces and are trying to stitch themselves back together with nothing but skin and fire. My climax hits hard. Sudden. Violent. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle the scream, and he groans my name like it’s the only word left in the world.

I stated plainly, surprised my own choice of words and even surprised at the direction that they were going. "I've never really put myself after I got the scars. I feel like this might be the perfect opportunity to put myself out there." Peju turned to look at me again, brows raised and eyes shooting daggers at me, probably wondering why I'm this stupid. "So you're betting Lakeview's fate on you leaving your comfort zone?" The instructor's voice wasn't anything. It was devoid of emotion and I couldn't tell if she was pleased or annoyed or the both. "That's not a bad idea, considering the fact that what I do best is oration."

I don't know but it burns bright hot. He returns the kiss with an even hotter passion, and I moan, feverish with naked lust. It ignites easily between us like a kindling match. Then it roars into a furnace and I burn. I burn for him. So bright, it is a wonder I haven't burned out yet. I doubt I ever would. He would never let me. He would always rekindle me. As I would him. I moan into his mouth, I let the quilt around my waist fall. I had put on my jeans earlier but it wouldn't pose any resistance to this.