Four Divergent Hot Novels & Stories

As soon as he was out of earshot, Debbie leaned in conspiratorially. “So how many times has he kissed you behind the parts shelf?” “Zero.” She narrowed her eyes. “Liar.” “I’m serious.” “Well, you better watch out. Ryder in work-mode is dangerously hot. And dangerously distracted.” “Dis... what?” “Distracted,” she repeated. “You’re walking into the lion’s den, babe. You think Marcus was a control freak? Mechanics are worse. Especially when they’re hot and trying to protect the girl they love.” I stared at her.

Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”

He approached me, handing me a glass. "It’s only the beginning, Alistair," I replied, sipping the amber liquid that seared my throat. "Adrian won't surrender. He’ll look for any gap to prove who I really am." Alistair stood directly behind me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his chest against my bare back, exposed by the low-cut silk gown. "Let him try. The harder he hunts you, the deeper he falls into the trap I’ve set." Suddenly, Alistair’s large, warm hand settled on my shoulder, slowly sliding down my arm. His touch was no longer the protective gesture he displayed in front of Adrian. There was a new intensity—a suppressed demand.

My mouth watered at the sight of those long, hung meats. Fuck, it was such a long time that I had a dick in my mouth. "You're the woman of the day, right?" The Latina guy asked, eyes on the sash across my chest that read "NEWLY DIVORCED." I couldn't even speak, so I just nodded. Two strippers walked down to where I sat. The Latin guy and the huge black mountain of a man. The black stripper held his hand out in front of me and I froze. "Take it. Go dance with them." Sophia whispered in my ear, voice a bit hoarse.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I stopped struggling and blinked at him. “What?” “What’s all this drama?” He demanded. “First the bar, then the hospital, now divorce and reeking of another male’s scent? You’re constantly seeking attention!” “You’re insane!” I spat, trying to pull my hand back. “Let me go.” “Tell me!” He growled. "What are you trying to pull this time? You want more money? Is that it? Or another necklace, because this is clearly not about dinner.”

With his mouth still agape and eyes wide in disbelief, he stared at Atlas. "What's wrong? Not enough?" Atlas looked at him. Tyler continued to stare at Atlas, unable to utter a word. His mouth was wide open, drool dripping from the corners, looking repulsive. He looked at Michelle with a hint of despair. She took a shaky step forward, attempting to touch me. Dylan swiftly kicked her away, sending her crashing into the table, which toppled over. As a result, the hot dishes spilled over her, making her roll on the floor.

she asked, not taking her eyes off the crowd. "I think Jack might be a good choice. He's well hung and very experienced in anal. So is Calvin, but he loves to spank as well, so you have to be into that. Brian is also good, well hung but not as experienced. Which can be good, he's very enthusiastic. I wouldn't go for Tyler, he's also hung but selfish in bed. So, either Jack or Brian." To Vanessa's great surprise she felt Stacey's hand slide beneath her skirt, caressing and squeezing her ass. "Of course, there's always the more unconventional choice of one of us girls doing you with a strap-on." Her hand slid further between her thighs, caressing her pussy through the soaked thong.

Of course, everyone notices. Then one of the guys behind the cameras starts pointing at me and ordering the girl on his right to make sure she catches it. My pain. So they can use it. Because that is the whole point, isn’t it? "I'm ready to try again," I say. Then I take a deep breath and look back at the cameras, "I want a divorce from Alpha Kael Draven more than I want anything in this life. I can’t even bear to sit next to him right now. I’m sick of sharing a bed with him every night and having to be around him and the woman he’s obviously sleeping with behind my back. So, to answer your question, Danielle Drover… yes, I am certain I want to divorce him and dissolve our bond completely."

I handed Khanyiswa my phone to safeguard and grabbed the bottle of wine as we walked downstairs. The Mercedes Viano was parked at the hotel entrance and we got in. The car speakers were playing Chris Brown and that was honestly my idea. His songs are in the mood tonight. I know Bangizwe listens to him more. The driver played Freaky Friday as he started to drive and I mean who doesn't listen to Chris Brown? The car was buzzing with us, singing along because it's really a freaky Friday and about to get even more freakier. — To say there wasn't anyone drunk would be an insult. When Residuals, hit the speakers, everyone grabbed a partner and danced. I was in the arms of my lover as he swayed me

"Oh, Wine. I'm so fucking hot right now. You surely are my hot princess." He said into her ears, moving his hips fast and hard, groaning deep in his throat with pleasure. As he was pumping into her so hard, his balls beating between her thighs making erotic sound and originated more fire of desire between them. "Oh ... God ... This position is always the most thrilling ... You're so tight ... So hot ...Oh, Wine."