Romans & histoires Cruel Passion

“I don't seek to create anything, Janet. Passion, lust, is like playing with fire. Things may ignite, or they may combust. It is dangerous to work with desire. I promise no happy endings.” “So you fancy yourself some dark Cupid?” I say. “A matchmaker? I suppose,” Asmodeus chuckles. “I enjoy experiments - some pleasurable, some sadistic. All forms of passion intrigue me. Call me a Cenobite, call me a scoundrel. Some pleasures are more brutal and mutilated than others, some cost lives. Whether the flame of lust is fanned by a whip or a kiss or an Iron Maiden is irrelevant. All that matters are results. But it seems you and dear Samael have reached a stalemate.”

He dialed Riley’s number one more time and when it went to voicemail again, he sent probably the millionth ‘I love you, I am so sorry’ text message he had sent her. He took another big long pull off of the vodka bottle before he decided to send Erin James a fax. It had all the details of the club he and Riley were working on, with the name Manhattan Passion written across the top. He figured if his relationship with Riley was really over the name of what they had started together should at least reflect a little on what they had. He decided he would send her one last message before he left her alone.

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

Puрру wаѕ starting tо undеrѕtаnd. I mаdе ѕlоw gеntlе lоvе to my Puppy in the wаrm sweet ѕmеllіng grаѕѕ and сlоvеr Our ѕеxuаl еnеrgіеѕ, оur раѕѕіоn were mіnglіng wіth аnd аddіng tо thаt of thе сіrсlе. I tіmеd mу оrgаѕm wіth hеrѕ and I ѕwеаr thаt durіng оur mutual orgasm іt fеlt аѕ іf wе were bоth оn fire. It felt аѕ іf wе wоuld bе consumed in flаmеѕ bу our раѕѕіоn. Yet аftеrwаrdѕ, wе lау thеrе in thе сlоvеr, untouched and unhurt

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

He feels more than hears Trisha gasps of pleasure, her small fingers winding through Jonathan scalp, legs instinctively lifting to give better access, even though he had done this before. Jonathan is spurred on by his mate's passionate response, delighted that Trisha is as into the act as he is. He peppers small kisses along the column, dipping down to tongue around Trisha hole, smiling when he feels the grip tighten in his hair, the heavy breathing and sweet gasps emanating from Trisha filling the room. He licks at the trails of slick on the soft skin, the salty tang blending sweetly on his tongue, turning into an aphrodisiac he suddenly can't get enough of.

Little did she know that this fantasy only existed in the wonderland She married a man whom she thought best fit in her criteria & thus made him her partner of life But " Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor , giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible " Her believe in her marriage has led to a total shut down when her own husband refused to give her place as his wife What was the reason for getting married to her when he was not ready to accept her as his wife ? Love is the only method to be adopted in saving the guilty hence taking risk but is it always the case to risk love for one who continually defiles the content of it leaving one in pain ?

“Nothing is difficult when lives are at stake. Find her. And don’t let anyone know we’re coming. Carrington will try to interfere.” He nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll… I’ll start immediately.” I hung up. I stared at the screen again, watching her speak about neurons, synapses, and the cure. Calm. Focused. Determined. The problem wasn’t just finding her. It was keeping her safe from those who wanted to stop her. From Carrington. From anyone with ambition or greed. And yet… I couldn’t wait. My brother’s life was at stake. I walked toward the balcony, the night air cold against my skin. I thought about what I had lost three years ago. The helplessness. The rage. The grief that never left. I swore I wou

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

She cried with pleasure in my ears, then her body shuddered with a delicious orgasm that engulfed her. Arousal rushed over me from her beautiful moans. I roared, slamming into her one last time before I flooded her with my seed. I growled, my body tense, and I gritted my teeth as I pulsed into her, flooding her. As I collapsed Lydia , drained of energy, I couldn't help but loathe myself for the grave sin I had committed against Fiona.