Chiếm Lấy Em Novels & Stories

I would turn down everything just for the fun. “Cousin! Can’t believe that you are settling down. She isn’t pregnant, is she?” Emilee questioned with a sly grin on her face, her fingers toying with the dessert spoon. “Emilee!” Irwin hissed. “Oh, my God! She is pregnant. Isn’t she? I just knew it,” Freya intervened. “Isn’t that the way for most of the gold digging whores to catch a billionaire?” Emilee sneered. Noah cursed, asking me to stay calm. However, I was calm–even enjoying the situation. I could well use this against Irwin the promiscuous Pierce.

She deserves better. But I am not letting her go for anything in the world. She is mine now and forever. And I am not going to let her out of my sight until the very end. Without warning or any word from me, I grab her roughly and slam my lips on her supple lips. My grip on her chin becomes harder as I claim her, pouring every single bit of my unspoken emotions into the kiss. THE END

She’s got me in the palm of her hands. It’s been so long since we had a sex just her lips on my dick, I’m seconds from cuming already. “Julliet…” I groan out her name. She hollows out her cheeks and it takes seconds for me to cum. “Julliet…” She sucks me dry before standing up and sitting on my lap. “So do I get my prize now?” she asks. I sigh… “What do you want?” I ask. She smiles. “Oh, I’m getting exactly what I want…” she says before crashing her lips on mine.

I was so proud of him. As the moon casts its silvery glow over the Tower, Kie takes my hand, his eyes burning with passion and adoration. "My love, from the moment I met you, I fell in love. Tonight, surrounded by our closest friends and family, I want to ask you the most important question of my life."

Jack pressed his body against his back, pinning him until Emy’s cheek was flushed to the stone. Jack leaned down. “You want to be taken? Then, I'll give you what you want. Just don’t you fucking cry after. Don’t look at me tomorrow and pretend this was a mistake.” Emy’s answer was a shuddering exhale. He pushed back against the solid wall of muscle to feel more of it. “I won’t.” Jack’s hand left his jaw and slid down the column of his throat, over his shoulder, and down his spine. It was a claiming touch, possessive and rough. It stopped at the waistband of Emy’s jeans. His fingers hooked there. “You’re sure.”

“Whatever pace you need, Em. I’ll match it.” She kissed my chest. “You make it so easy.” “I don’t want easy. I want real. I want you.” She looked up at me with those eyes that had undone me since day one. And then, something shifted. She straddled me, slowly, with all the deliberate grace of someone reclaiming her power. “Then take it,” she whispered. I exhaled sharply. My hands slid under the oversized shirt she wore—my shirt—trailing up the smooth skin of her thighs.

Fuck me! "I won't apologise; in fact, you should. I'm only this crazy because of you. You're the one who's bringing back a side of me I lost, actually a side of me I never knew existed. I don't know who this person is, but I love her. I seem to have found myself but also extra parts I never knew existed. Kicking the door closed, I pull him towards me; stumbling back, we both fall in a heap on the floor.

Just a number, but enough to make my stomach twist. Killian appeared beside me, gaze sharp. “What is it?” “This one’s—” I paused, unsure how to say it without sounding stupid. “It’s a bit too much.” He didn’t even glance at the tag. “If you like it, take it.” “Killian…” “Emery.” His tone dropped, quiet but final. “If you want it, pick it. You don’t need to hesitate here.” His eyes stayed on mine for a second too long. I swallowed whatever argument I had and took the dress.

All of it snapping back into place in under a second, and jacket off or not the full careful construction of Dante Marchetti was back before I had time to blink. His eyes found me on the ladder. "I found the library," I said uselessly since that was entirely obvious. "I can see that." His voice was level and he looked at the room rather than at me. At the books and the armchair and the lamp with the cracked shade. "Is it off limits? I didn't know and I can leave if…" "No." He said it quietly and something moved through his expression that came and went too quickly for me to catch. "Use it. Whatever you want in here is yours."

Grabbing his hand tightly, I refused to let go, even as he tried to shake me off. I clung to his hand like my life depended on it, struggling against his strength. My face contorted with effort and desperation. "It’s okay. Come with me," I said softly, trying to soothe him. Slowly, his urge to strike again began to fade, though his fiery gaze remained locked on Ace.