Heat Of Passion Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

Nick Cooed her. "Ehm Ehm" someone faked cough as a gesture to make there presence known. She reached for her dupatta which was on bed inside the room. "Umm hi Shoaib bro" She said in her heavy voice and her eyes casted to floor. Anyone could easily say she was nervous. "Hi" He turned to Nick, "Nick mother is calling you downstairs. Go now" Nick nodded and headed to downstairs. Rose on noticing that she'll be alone with Shoaib immediately tried to followed Nick and when she walk past Shoaib, he abruptly grabbed her elbow and whiffed in her fragnance to intimidate her. Rose forcefully

The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful turned her waist in annoyance at her husband who was just silently looking at her. "No more honeymoons after this if you don't sort things out." Maria, who was already feeling irritated, finally turned around and left the clothes that were scattered just like that. But Jacob moved faster, he grabbed his wife's hand and told her to sit down. "I'll do it, okay? Don't threaten me like that," Jacob said surly. Maria just chuckled at her husband's behavior. She just silently watched her husband tidying up their belongings. When it was getting late, they immediately left the villa. The villa they visited belonged to Lucas, in the hills of Cannock Ch

"You like her." "I agreed to marry Elise next year, you have nothing to worry about," Isaiah assures him coldly. I grit my teeth, irritated. Does Kit seriously think it's okay to tell his son who he can love? I silently add it to the list of everything else I hate about him. And by the sounds of it, Isaiah may have the same list. "I hope not. We need a Passion Pack bred woman to rule, not some mutt from the Love Pack," Kit sighs. My eyes widen. So that's what he thinks of Kenna? "Even if her father is powerful."

"Well, perhaps next time. By the way, my name is Kennedy. With a nod, she turned to leave. Andrea heard the entire conversation from inside the room. She had never witnessed Kennedy's level of curiosity in anyone else after all these years. Her already poor mood only grew worse. Kennedy was nudged by one of his friends when he returned. Are you certain she doesn't have a boyfriend? "Jeremy was all over her. "But Evelynn is stunning. She's not someone I've ever seen. " They had all encountered many attractive women, but Evelynn stood out. She possessed that special beauty that was both seductive and innocent at the same time. Guys were unable to ignore it. Lisa rolled her eyes as she sat with

Missy pulls back, smiles briefly as she sees the ghostly apparition of the father floating nearby, his eyes blazing red with passion and desire as he watches. The two girls stare briefly at each other, before Missy starts to move her mouth once more to Ellie's. She needs no prompting this time. Their lips crash together as they passionately kiss each other with reckless abandonment. Ellie's hands are working all over Missy's tits once again, while Missy hands are busy holding Ellie's face gently, one on either side, making sure she doesn't escape her mommy's wicked tongue. Missy's tongue swirls into Ellie's mouth exploring deftly and without reservation. Ellie responds by punching her tongue

Yara mumbles. “Few? You have seven pups,” I say, frowning at her. She turns and looks at us. “Oh, did I say that out loud?” she asks chuckling. “Since I said that Kennedy’s pups were a result of your level of passion, Warren has felt the need to remind me just how passionate of a man he is. I don’t mind, but this will make him feel better.” “What will make him feel better?” I ask, not wanting to think about what Warren, Yara, and passion mean when said in the same sentence.

As if paralyzed in place, Denise didn’t move a muscle. She didn’t even breath. His lips were on hers, the same lips that he had deemed too good for her back then. The feel of his flesh was soft and the friction was filled with passion, the kind of passion she had once wanted so desperately but never got. The pit of her stomach began to grow hot and the tingling sensation did fireworks on her skin too, but Denise’s disgust outweighed the thrill the bond forced her to feel. His audacity was infuriating.

“Ms. Zimmer, we’ve prepared a few proposals for public relations once you get your divorce. Please take a look.” Rain opened the folder in front of her, but before she could take a look, her assistant suddenly rushed in. “Ms. Zimmer, the art gallery that Mr. Thompson went to is on fire!” Rain’s expression changed. “What did you just say?!” When she arrived at the art gallery, thick smoke was billowing out of the building. The entire left side was burning, and it was absolute chaos. In her anxiety, Rain searched for Joshua among the fleeing people, but she never found him. Suddenly, her eyes focused on a person. She grabbed a disheveled Faye from the crowd and sternly asked, “Where’s Joshua?!

They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”