Covet Island Of Desire Novels & Stories

"Katian! You're gonna marry Pierre Moretti! I'm sure as hell you Goddamn knows him! He's famous, for Christ's sake! I mean woman swoon over him and you're telling me you're the lucky one he's gonna marry?!" "Lucky?!" My lips parted. "You called marrying a stranger, lucky?!" "He's not a stranger, Tiana! Everyone knows about him!" "Still, I don't wanna marry a man I have no feelings with! I don't love him Loisa." I put my palm on my face, feeling the urge to break down again. I couldn't break down for the third time, not again. "That's not a problem. Soon, you'll gonna learn to love him."

“I have to convince him he is my Master, and you’re the only one here I really trust to help me.” The woman took her hand, asking, “You’re Master or the man you love?” Looking down at the collar, Ava knew. “I guess both. I thought I needed someone to master my body. I guess I really needed someone to master my heart and he’s doing both.” “That’s why I created this island. Hunter and Rowan put up the money, but I designed it to help people find what I never could. Love.” “You? So that’s how you know everything that goes on here. You’re the one behind it all, not Rowen.”

"I desire you. I desire you in the way a man yearns for a woman, and I am not referring to something innocent like strolling hand in hand along the beach or sitting together on a bench, silently observing the sunset. Cassandra, I must express that I desire more than just a conventional romance with you. I yearn for a deeper connection, and I doubt you possess the capability to fulfill my aspirations. I am genuinely concerned about causing you harm, considering you have recently broken out from your marriage that lasted for a decade. Your emotional vulnerability at this moment renders it inappropriate for us to engage romantically."

If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now. But her wants are our calling. They are musts. The goddess gets what the goddess wants. And she wants to feel us all at the same time. “If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”

She wanted to push him away, to stop this before it went too far, but the pull of desire was stronger than her will. "Please, Miss Beautiful, I’m dying here," Vincent whispered against her lips, his voice a seductive mix of desperation and sincerity. His words were like a spell, coaxing her into surrender. Isla’s head swam as the sound of his voice, so close and intimate, echoed in her ears. His plea, raw and honest, made her heart flutter, and the gentle pressure of his body against hers seemed to seal the deal. She felt as though her thoughts were clouded by his presence, her mind unable to resist the pull of what he was offering.

I mocked her, getting her more pissed off than before. “That is precisely where everyone is very mistaken my love. I have worked so hard to be a Trent, I ain’t letting you or anyone else steal that from me. I would go after Nathan’s cousin, Travis Trent. With him as my husband, I’m pretty sure I would achieve my aim of being Mrs. Trent. So you see, my dearest Hilly, I’m sure that I’ll be out of here before the crowd and cops arrive here, and when we meet again, oh, wait, we are never going to meet because you’ll be long dead by then. But trust me, I’ll get him to bend to my will and before you know it, I’m going to be by his side as his wife, as Mrs. Travis Trent. what do you think about my

But, he found it difficult to pick the next island. The truth was, he didn't want the next island. He wanted Cassie. He wanted her more than he'd wanted anything in his entire life. He wanted her enough to go get her. He wanted her enough to be a billionaire again. He picked up his phone and called his assistant in New York. He needed to book a hotel room at the StarTree hotel in Phoenix, Arizona.

Latina said in amusement. Mathew was clueless until Latina turned around and took off her robe halfway, only showing her rear. Her curves didn’t escape the alpha’s views, making the latter feel needy. “I want you,” Latina heard him whisper. She smiled, Azrene was right. She just had to play her role well… she can rule over the man. “Oh,” Latina exclaimed, tilting her head while facing her back to the alpha. “What do you want me for?” she asked, expecting the other to make a move. “Mmph!” She moaned when he grabbed her hair and kissed her.

My eyes widened, surprised by the sudden kiss, without my permission my body leaned into the kiss. My heart and soul caught between defiance and something far more dangerous, desire. My body betrayed me. Every inch of me burned where he touched my arm, the bond hummed like a living thing. It was tugging me closer. I felt his pulse under my hand; it was beating just as fast as mine. It was like the world had become brighter. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t careful. It was raw from all the emotions and collision we were trying to deny. The bond flared, my body became warm like fire.

“When the house is built, you get to pick your very own room and Daddy will paint it whatever color you want.” “First, we need to get qualified,” Alex pointed out. “And then we can go from there.” I laid the brochure out on the island. “Four bedrooms plus a den, three and a half bathrooms, almost three-thousand square feet, it’ll be perfect for us.” “It looks beautiful, honey,” Mom said.