Crime Of Passion Novels & Stories

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

"Please I swear I don't know..." He harshly pushes me back. I fell back, landing on my ass. "Please." I shouldn't be this desperate but I won't die without knowing what crime I committed against this man. No. I can't die as a criminal because I'm not. I'm going to prove my innocence until I earn back my honor from these people.

She didn't need pictures to see him. Since the moment they had met, they'd engaged in a strange dance, obsessed with each other. He lusted, while she hated. Or she wanted to hate him. She knew what a sick bastard he was. He was a killer. Yet she couldn't forget the way he had touched her. His hard, demanding hands bringing her body to life in a way she'd never before experienced. In a way she thought she was incapable of. Except for the few orgasms she experienced through masturbation, as a release more than anything, she thought she was pretty much frigid. The few guys she'd taken to bed weren't much help in convincing her otherwise. She had given up even trying to discover passion a few ye

Wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed over me, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as he drank every pulse of my release. Before the last tremor faded, he surged up, his powerful body covering mine. His arousal, thick and hard as iron, pressed urgently against my slick entrance. His eyes, blazing, held mine captive. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice raw. "See who claims you. See who you belong to." He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt inside my convulsing heat. I cried out, the fullness stealing my breath, the friction reigniting the embers of my climax.

/səˈlāSHəs/ arousing or appealing to sexual desire or imagination. Saints and Sinners may be separated by their actions, but they are united by their reaction to passion. - Gaiven Clairmont Laila Beg for him? Men are the ones who beg not me. But fuck! He makes my core ache. We entered the double doors of the club. The amusement sparkled within me because of the different strings of neon lights surrounding the club or how the placement of the dim lights with red and blue hints under every table.

They should have counted themselves lucky that he wanted to let out this luxurious apartment to them. Unaware that Vanessa wasn’t in the house, he went up to the girls’ wing to introduce himself properly and lay down rules. He got to Charlotte’s door first. He wanted to knock when he heard a squeak followed by an intense vibration. Now, Charlotte was moaning loudly, and he facepalmed himself. Why were the women in his home so sexually compromised? First, it was Vanessa’s rose toy. Now, he was sure that Charlotte was in there electrocuting her pussy with a vibrator. He knocked and the vibration stopped instantly.

I cried out sexually frustrated. Then he pulled me closer without warning. His hand slid to my waist, grounding, possessive. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it. His breath brushed my ear, his fingers trailed from my waist to my laps, back towards my groin.. slow and deliberate. “You’re playing with fire,” he murmured. “Then let it burn me,” I said. He slowly and deliberately slid his hand into my pants. “Yes! Fuck me already” I begged. This sin tested like everything I vowed not to commit but too late.

I will find out who she is whispering to. She will fall into my trap. I will dig a pit so deep she won't even realize she's falling until the dirt hits her face. I will make her pay for the betrayal, for the humiliation, and for making me hope. I will break her so completely that the fire I ordered for Elara will look like an act of mercy. And as for the man? As I drove across the George Washington Bridge, the glittering skyline of Manhattan rising up before me, a terrifying smile stretched across my face.

Jacopo and Alessandro had to have done something to them, and I couldn't find it in me to care what that was. "You know," Luca grunted as we lifted opposite ends of a beautiful, antique armoire, "I still can't believe you're banging a mafia boss. Does that make you queen of the mafia? I have so many questions." I rolled my eyes at Luca's crude language. "I'm not 'banging' anyone. And being with Jacopo doesn't make me queen of anything. It's not like that." "Sure, sure," he said, winking at me. "But you have to admit, it's kind of hot. The forbidden romance between the mafia prince and the outsider."

even though he was asking for her punishment, he made sure to tell her about his intentions that he was never going to free her from him. Aniya just silently stared into his eyes which were engulfed with guilt of hurting her but at the same time, they were reeking of his deadly obsession over her. His love for her had turned his possession more vicious and lethal. First, having her body as his was his zest but after realising his love for her, possessing her entire existence as his had become his infatuation. A dark and dangerous infatuation. "I know I am still being a selfish bastard with you but I am not capable of letting you go. I will be gladly accept my end with your hands but till the