Dynamite Taio Cruz Novels & Stories

he explained. Taurus still can’t even believe it. He blinked his eyes twice and again, glancing at Emily. The light in her palm was marvelous, yet it had a mix of fire elements. She’s burning as the light glows around her. "Defy me; no mercy will be given." Emily roared thunderously. "I’m no queen; I have the power." In just a snap, the light in her palm vanished. Her expression was blank; even her eyes were grim. She wore her dangerous smile at them.

I pleaded. He gave me exactly what I wanted. Each thrust was strong, possessive, hitting the right spot every time. Sweat and c*m wetted our bodies. The sound of our skins slapping each other filled the room. When I cummed, the cream hit me like a wave. My whole body shook and I screamed his name. Damon groaned loud and cummed right after, spilling deep inside me. We lay together afterwards, and we held our breath. He pulled me hard to his chest with a greater force and kissed my forehead softly.

Liam hung up the call. It did not take long before someone walked into his office. “Sutherland, why are you still here? It’s time to depart.” This person was precisely Dick Cheney. He had a tinge of anger on his expression when he said, “That Taio Cruz from the Insurgent Duofecta is too self-conceited. He’s just a fourth-tier master fighter right, why does he have to be so arrogant huh!” Upon hearing Dick’s remark, Liam was stunned for a moment before he said, “Cheney, is that bugger Taio here again?”

"Want me to do it like this again next time?" "Yes. Please, I– God, Alex." I moan out incoherent words as I move my hands to my hair, gripping and pulling at my curls at the feeling of complete bliss that wafts through me and I gasp when I feel my stomach turns. "I’m close," I warn Alex and he grabs one of my legs, holding it to his side as he fastens his thrusts. "That’s right, baby. Come for me." "Fuck. Yes! Yes!" I scream, my hands sliding down my chest and fondling my breasts as I meet my relief and I feel my juices leak between my thighs.

He closed his eyes and sighed and when he opened them, he smiled, “my name is Alejandro Lucian De La Cruz, and you are?” Ava smiled, glad that he was truthful with her, “hello, I am Ava Emily Moonstone, I’m pleased to meet you.” “The pleasure is all mine, where are you from, Ava?” “I am mixed Russian and American. My dad is Russian, my mom an American, Los Angeles to be precise. And you?” “I am full Colombian but my paternal grandmother was an American, she was the one that gave me Lucian, but I never met her though.” “That’s sad.”

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

For the first time in his life, Damian Cruz prayed. Not for power. Not for forgiveness. Just for her. And maybe, if fate allowed it, for one more chance to make things right.