Desires Die Hard Anya And Evan Novel の小説・ストーリー

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The city passed by outside my windows, streetlights and storefronts blurring together as I drove faster than I probably should have. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white. My jaw was clenched so hard it ached. But my mind was crystal clear, focused on one single purpose. Kennedy Davenport had made the biggest mistake of his life when he'd laid his hands on Anya. And now he was going to learn exactly what happened to people who hurt the woman I loved.

he demanded, his voice harsh with need. Camila opened her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The sensations were overwhelming, the feel of Van’s cock in her pussy and the taste of Andrew’s cock in her mouth.

I shoved him back, “no!” My palm slammed into his face again, harder. We both stood still, breathing hard, my hands shaking as tears burned behind my eyes. Everett lifted a hand to his cheek slowly, almost thoughtfully and grimaced slightly. “What do you want from me?” I demanded in a shaky voice. “What more do you want?” The monster’s gaze locked onto mine, heavy with emotions I couldn't read. “You,” he answered quietly. “I want you in my bed, Anyta.”

My thumbs found her hardened peaks and I teased them mercilessly until she cried out, begging me for more. "Will you ever disobey me?" I demanded, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. When she didn't give me the reply I wanted, I increased the pressure and felt her back arch into my hands. "Answer me, love. Will you ever disobey me?" "No, Alpha," Serenity cried out, grinding against my erection. "I will never disobey you" "Good",I replied, satisfied with her response. I pushed off the bed and let her slide down my body. Her eyes were hazy with desire, her lips parted and trembling, swollen from my kisses. Her dark hair was tousled.

"No, why is it?" "Well, I read it in an ancient medical book that men want to spread their genes, that is why they want to get laid so badly." I did not understand all of that, but still got the basic idea. This trait was inbuilt in us. God wanted us to spread our genes, that is why he made us like this. So, what was wrong with getting laid with someone? I could see nothing wrong. We could get laid as much as we want, with whoever we want.

All through her time in the US she'd loved going to used bookstores and picking up cheap one and two-dollar paperbacks - the current one she was reading was a super pulpy fantasy from the 1960s. Becca leaned forward from her seat on the couch. "Look, I know I was pretty casual about it with Charlotte, but you and John- I like the guy, and he passed the cheating test -but you really are falling hard and fast here, girl. And you know you're leaving in a couple of months. I just don't want to see you getting hurt right at the end of your stay here."

"You’ve spent the night being used, Jade. Now, show me the hunger I’ve planted in you. Direct me." I look down at her, the legendary Diane Desmond, lying bare and open on the studio floor. Her skin is glistening with my sweat, and her own scent, heavy, musky, and raw, hits me like a wave. The power shift is intoxicating. I am a whore for her, yes, but now I am a whore with a purpose.

Kai POV "I never said anything about fucking one girl for the rest of my life, Cameron!" I said darkly, raising my own rank. Deciding to stop coddling her. It was getting us nowhere. Strong males have urges that are usually satisfied by many women. This was nothing new. Surely she understood that. "I'm fucking alpha blood! I have dark desires. Desires that I don't expect you to satisfy! For that, you will learn to be grateful. At least I am honest with you. I don't know why this is such a shock to you. Have you grown up in a fucking cave?! I don't need to ask your permission, Cameron."

Just the soft whisper of our breathing and the electric hum of the elevator ascending. Devon turned to me. His silver eyes were dark, the pupils dilated with the remnants of adrenaline and something else—something hungrier. I saw the same desperation I felt reflected back at me. Weeks of tension. Weeks of near-misses and shared beds and confessions whispered in the dark. Weeks of building a fortress around ourselves while the world tried to tear it down. "Anya." My name was barely a breath.