Captivated Tessa Bailey Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said but stopped, carefully thinking over her next words. “Okay, is everything alright,” Dainin asked. Tessa huffed in frustration as her hand ran through her hair. “It is, but my grandmother spilled the beans that I found my mate so now everyone wants to meet you,” she rushed out, but Dainin was hypnotized by the way she nervously pulled her lower lip between her teeth. He reached over, turning her head to face him as his thumb gently pulled Tessa’s lip free from her hold. The pad of his thumb slowly slid over the soft skin of her full lip and he smiled when she took hold of his hand, pulling it away to intertwine their fingers.

I leaned back in my chair as the last drops of whiskey slid down my throat, watching her through half-lidded eyes. She was sitting across from me, her face buried in her hands, shoulders trembling from the mess of tears and exhaustion. Pitiful. But useful. Raven thought she’d come here to beg me to destroy Tessa Bishop. In truth, I’d been waiting for that moment. Waiting for someone with just enough desperation to pull the trigger for me. She was the perfect pawn. I opened my laptop again and replayed the doctored footage — Tessa’s face filling the screen, her slender fingers hovering over a computer keyboard as though typing stolen digits into an offshore account.

Insane enough to know that he wanted more. He groaned over her sweet moans. He wanted to feel her skin on his. He wanted to feel more of her warmth. "I want to feel you," Kaleb gasped, his hands touching the ends of her dress. God. He want to peel it off her. Bailey didn't understand why she was so entranced by him. She didn't even care that she was allowing him to touch her in this way. Her skin burned. Her veins rush with blood. God she was in heaven.

(Kira POV) "Cassidy, now!" I screamed, my voice barely audible over the gale. Cassidy didn't hesitate. She abandoned her cover, her movements a blur of tactical precision as she charged Silas. She didn't use her gun, it was useless against the kinetic shield, instead, she drew a pair of short, silver-weighted batons. She slid across the frost-slicked concrete, coming up under Silas’s reach and swinging with a ferocity that made the air whistle.

"You polished Julian’s silver. You served his wine while he laughed about the Cull. Why should I believe you aren't here to collect the five million on my head?" Tessa stepped closer, the moonlight catching the jagged scar on her forearm, a mark I knew only too well. It was the mark of a rebel cell, branded over the skin of a slave. "I polished his silver so I could learn where he hid the keys to the laboratory. I served his wine so I could hear which Council members were taking his bribes. Now, either you move your ass into that cabin, or we can wait for the High Elder’s trackers to find us. Your scent is currently screaming like a siren in the dark."

Agreeing to be his bed-warmer? "I promise you won't regret this." His voice thickens against the nape of her neck, she could feel his breathing. So even and hot. She makes muffles inhale, her. Cara Denver, A-listed actress suddenly growing jelly for a man who ruled the underworld. This wasn't the way she planned her life. "I can make you feel other things, dear. Just open for me dear." His hands skims her dress and she lays towards the chair rest, her face breathless.

he said calmly, as if they’d simply finished a conversation, “let’s go get on that plane, baby.” I rose on unsteady legs. There was no fight left in me, no fire, no plea. Just the hollow obedience of a girl who had finally learned what it meant to be his captive heart.

Timothy held his gaze. For a moment—just a moment—something unguarded flickered in his eyes. Something real. “Let them come.” Elliot stared at him. “You’re using me as bait.” It wasn’t a question. Timothy didn’t deny it. “That’s insane.” “Yes.” “And dangerous.” “Yes.” Elliot let out a sharp breath, pushing his chair back as he stood. “You don’t even know who they are—” “I will.” “And what happens in the meantime?” Elliot demanded. “What happens to me?”

she taunted. As I circled around to the foot of the bed, I twitched my fingers. The vines climbed further up her arms. One vine sprouted leaves to cover her eyes, the other sprouted leaves to cover her mouth. She snorted, confirming that she could breathe. Sage struggled against the constraints for a moment. I laid across the foot of the bed, using my hands to slide her dress up her hips, exposing her bare lower half. My mouth watered at the sight of her. I kissed up the inside of her thigh, making my way as slowly as I could make myself go toward her center.