Novel & Cerita Heartthrobs Book

Chapter 8 ​My wrists are absolutely throbbing. He has them pinned so high over my head against the cold, hard wall that the blood is completely leaving my fingers. I can’t feel my hands anymore. I’m just numb. The physical pain is nothing compared to the literal fire burning in my chest, though. ​Leo.

“I’m yours.” He smiled darkly, that predatory gleam in his eyes, before sliding inside me in a single, slow, punishing thrust. I gasped, gripping his shoulders as he filled me completely. “AHH, doctor!“ I moaned instinctively. “Shh… feel me, Lovia,” he murmured, hips rolling against mine, each movement deliberate, claiming, relentless. I moaned loudly, letting the sound fill the apartment, letting my body match his rhythm, letting every nerve light on fire with the heat of him inside me.

Agony. Fire. Unquenchable thirst. Is this what his angel had felt when he'd locked her in this very same trunk? Slowly creeping death as his lungs burned up from heat and lack of oxygen. Maybe he deserved this horrific end. He had no idea this is what he'd condemned her to. He thought he was keeping her quiet.

"Damn it! Damn her!! How in the world did I let this happen? I had everything well planned out. How the heck did she do this without any warning from my spies? How did this slip past me?' Thump! Thump!! Thump!!! The heartbeat of the ferocious angry woman beat rapidly. The sound of the heartbeat could shoot to death anyone that mistakenly got in the way at that very moment. "Damn that stupid girl Mia, she has beaten more than she could chew. Why in the world didn't we just kill her when we had the chance? Now! She is posing a big threat to my plan — our plan. Does she know how long it took me to put all of the plans into action? Does she know the sleepless nights I had all in the name of cook

I can’t say it’s my heartbeat because I don’t believe I have one anymore. I hear a thumping, and I am still attempting to figure out what it is. I feel pulsing against my face, so I open my eyes. I can see the vein in Adela’s neck pulsating. I swear I can hear rushing fluid, and I’m betting that it’s her blood. I don’t know how this is possible; maybe I’m crazy,

Cass’s wrist burned where the man’s grip locked her in place, the pressure threatening to snap a bone. Her other hand clawed instinctively at his arm, but it was like trying to fight stone. The pipe hovered above her, ready to swing again, its weight promising nothing but ruin. Leo was already moving, cutting through the last guard with brutal efficiency. His eyes locked on hers, sharp and unyielding—silent calculation in the chaos. But the distance stretched between them, just wide enough to be dangerous.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a hammer against my ribs. In that moment, I was no longer Alexei Pushkin, the ruthless mob boss, but simply a man terrified of losing someone who had somehow found her way into the darkest corners of my heart. Instinct took over. I scooped Zoey into my arms, her body light as a feather against my own. The flames from her burning car cast an eerie glow on her face, highlighting the fear etched on her features. I knew that look all too well – the terror that mirrored my own.

A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book. The first words that caught her eye made her breath hitch, and she could feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. 'I still get butterflies even though I've seen you a hundred times.' Sophia could feel her heartbeat slow down as she read through the pages, each word reminding her of a beautiful past she had ruined with her own hands. Every morning, Luke would send her those cute texts, bringing a smile to her face as she read them and she made sure to write down each one he sent.

I sit on the end of the bed leaving the bedroom door open so I could hear when I am summoned to go down the stairs and entertain the old people. I walk to my book stand and I grab one of my favourite books. Girlfriend for Hire. I always dreamed to have a love like that. They both do things they regret but they love each other. A love that consumes your soul and gives you butterflies in your stomach every time you think of that person. I read the first two chapters before Thomas walks in. “Shall we?” - he asks offering me his arm I stand up and look at myself in the mirror making sure that I look presentable.

Would this truth be closure enough, or would it open another page? The baby…. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2. ALL THE LOOSE ENDS WOULD BE TIED UP IN BOOK 2. MEANWHILE…… Other books by Karlyn Wehlma My Neighbors Desire. Genre : Erotica She was close to her release when she heard his sexy masculine voice. It never registered in her head that he was actually here, watching her the whole time. "I thought you'd never ask." She replied drunkenly. She felt these strong rough palms caress her hips, moving to her butt. He squeezed her butt cheeks really hard.