Novel & Cerita Don T Touch Me Manga

My hand on her waist moved, my fingers splaying, eagerly exploring more of her. Another small gasp escaped her. “I… I don't know.” I barely resisted a chuckle. “Does my touch bother you?” She cleared her throat. “It… doesn't.” “Good,” I murmured, “because I intend to touch you on every possible occasion.” “You're unbearable.” A breathy chuckle tore through her lips, and my cock jerked in my pants. Damn.

“Don't touch me, ekh, you lied to me, why did you lie? I thought all this time you were the only one who understood my situation the most, but why did you lie?" Verss held his head which looked as if it was going to explode. His chest hurt, as if so many small daggers pierced into it, squeezing it very tightly, leaving no room for him to take a breath. "eh" Verss took out his cell phone, and with shaking hands, he tried to contact Arland, the number one he think about now. Gale holds Verss's staggering body but Verss doesn't give him a chance to touch him. "Do not touch me"

"Don't tell Leo what happened, I'll tell him when he gets back." They all nodded. "I'll call Phoenix to turn you." A few minutes later, he arrived and pulled me into a big bear hug. I know in some cases, they are repulse by the touch of anyone, but I guess I was a different case. And I was glad, cause I love my family and Leo so much, to push them away cause of some bastard. "Alright, little fighter, let's do this."

And he added in bitter tone, " Just because I touched you doesn't mean that you can say whatever you want.. Don't forget that who I'm.. Before doing something, think deeply, who you are and what is your level in front of me.. Moreover, don't think that I'm interested to touch you.. Its just happened in the heat of moment.. Thats it.. Now I want answer to my questions.. Got it !!. GOT IT !!"

Sofia wasn't helping—she just wanted a cleaner way to torture me. "Then it's settled," Adriano said. "You'll be transferred tomorrow. Get ready." I didn't answer, just turned to the cold, gray sky. *** The next day, they moved me. The room stank of antiseptic, the air heavy and suffocating. A thin, sallow-faced doctor walked in, eyes dark, demeanor colder. "I'm Dr. Giacomo Vitale, your attending physician." he said, voice flat. After the exam, he reported, "Don, she's not pregnant. The hand injury isn't serious. With rest, she'll recover."

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

His touch is firm but slow, and when his fingers trail higher, sending heat coursing through me, I bite my lower lip. I want to move, to say something, but I’m frozen under his spell. “Relax,” he says softly, his tone more command than suggestion. Relax? How the hell am I supposed to relax when his touch is doing things to me I don’t even want to think about? ##########

We just sat down quietly till we got home. ******* I couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing me towards him. Climbing the stairs, I pushed open his bedroom door, revealing Matthew peacefully asleep. Bare-chested, the duvet modestly covering him, Matthew's chest adorned with dark hair beckoned to me. Eagerly, I slid in beside him, tracing my fingertips along his strong arm. Even though he was asleep, seeing him turned me on. My fingers danced over his chest hair, and as if sensing my touch, he stirred, opening his eyes.

“Touch me again, and I’ll break your damn fingers.” The air became electric. Without another word, Dontrell bent down and scooped me up from the chair onto his chest. His arms locked around me, possessive and unyielding. Before leaving, he stopped beside Clayton, his voice ice-cold. “I’m not done with you.” His steady breath, tense muscles—like a predator about to snap. “I can’t even look at you.” His jaw clenched. “One more second here, and I won’t be able to stop myself from injuring you.”

He smirked and I couldn't help but chuckle, this man was unbelievable. "I don't like Charlotte, I'm just making sure nothing happens to her on my watch or everyone will have my head, mafia don or not." "By cuddling." "It's a one-time thing, I don't like cuddles or Charlotte Quan." I groaned. "Keep saying it till you believe it." he gave me a smug look and I was about to slap it off when the door opened and a pale looking Charlotte strolled in wearing a pair black shorts that where barely visible under my grey hoodie that looked incredibly huge on her.