Desir Herrman Novels & Stories

We are mates and I don't know why she would want to leave me forever. So, like I said, her name is Virginia, she is average in height, average in weight and has a long black hair, that's all I can remember. Maybe I may be mistaken in her description because it has been long, but if you have seen any girl called Virginia around here, please kindly lead me to her. I will pay you for the inconveniences" he finally concluded. After hearing all these long talks, Declan and I were dumbfounded. It was certainly not our Virginia he was talking about. No, no way in hell!

Her thighs trembled, her back bowed off the mattress, and then… "Liam!" she gasped, her pussy clenching around me as she came, her body shaking with the force of it. I pushed through the tightness, keeping my strokes steady as she rode out her pleasure, watching in awe as she completely unraveled under me. Fuck, she was perfect. "God, I'm not gonna last," I groaned, my control slipping fast. "Cum for me, Liam," she panted, her gaze locking onto mine, voice dripping with need.

I pushed my tongue into her warm mouth and made sure to show her how possessive I was. My cōck was growing with each stroke of her tongue. I pressed it harder against her stomach, making her groan into my mouth. She’s so fūcking perfect. I was ready to thrust into her heat right here and now. Fūck, I wanted to. I wanted all these fūckers to see her cūm for me. For fūcking Edgardo Peralta. She is mine. MINE. I was about to rip her pants off, but then I remembered her injuries and grunted into her lips in frustration. I needed to cūm, but I would just have to wait until she was fully healed. Fūck was it hard though.

He turned his head to look at the man and saw that he still had his eyes fixed on the stripper; he was completely unaware of the identity of the person he replied. The way the move her body seductively was enough to make a man go crazy. She was putting on a white she through panties and a net-made brassiere. She was clearly naked. Her curves were perfect and her breast stood firmly, shaking at every move and turns she makes. The body looked like Jessica's, but he refused to admit to himself that she was the one as he felt she was stubborn and would never comply in doing this. Instead she would prefer to die. "Now, the time is here! If you want to touch her, you know what to do." A familiar v

"Do you know what I see when I look at you, Julia?" I shook my head, my throat dry. "Fear. Desire. Guilt. And a desperate need to survive." His voice dropped, low and dangerous, almost intimate. "You're fascinating… and infuriating." I wanted to deny it. I wanted to walk away. But instead, I felt heat rising in my chest, my body betraying me. "I'm here to do a job, Mr. Sterling. Nothing else." He laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "A job? Oh, Miss Hartley, this is more than a job. This… this is a game. And in my games, mistakes are punished."

"Enter." A woman stepped into my office. "I have the details of Kade Everhart's next appearance." A pleased smile spread across my face. Sorry, Desiree. Some temptations are simply too strong. "Excellent," I purred, a predatory glint in my eyes. I hoped Kade liked surprises.

Reyes exchanged a brief glance with Lila before nodding. “Please… let them in.” A moment later, two plain-clothed officers stepped into the room. The older of the two offered a polite smile before removing his identification wallet. “Good morning. I’m Detective Inspector Collins.” He gestured to the younger officer beside him. “This is Detective Sergeant Brooks.” Mrs. Reyes nodded politely. “I’m Amelia Reyes.” The detective’s expression softened as he looked toward Noah. “I’m sorry we’re meeting under these circumstances.” “So am I.” “I promise we won’t take much of your time.”

"My bad, man. I didn't know she was... yours." ​He didn't wait for a reply. He vanished back into the crowd, leaving me leaning precariously against the wall. Xavier stepped toward me, his presence suffocating. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't ask if I was okay. Instead, he looked down at me with pure, unadulterated disgust. ​"Were you that desperate to have sex with a total stranger?" he hissed, his voice cutting through my drunken fog like a blade. "Is this what the 'Princess' does the second she gets a taste of freedom? You’re pathetic."