His Secret Lover Novels & Stories

" We crossed our lips even though I couldn't respond. I expected him to give me another painful kiss, but I didn't expect to be given a really delicious and unforgettable kiss—the reason he forgot to fight the first time. I cherished the many wonderful kisses that every lady would like to taste. The slow kiss exacerbated Dawin's feelings at the start, as I reciprocated his kisses. But Dawin remembered my boyfriend again in the middle of the kiss, so he nipped my lips before releasing me. When I realized the young man had stared at us for a moment, my lips opened and our eyes communicated. "You do not know what you've gotten yourself into, lady. Because you admitted you were ready to be my wi

I don't want to leave this room, or do anything until I know. I look down at my black mini skirt, only a short while ago he ran his hand up my leg and I got that warmth flooding over me that only a lover's touch could bring and now I was here, in this room, the silence and the locked door reminding me that this day coming had always been a possibility and now it was here, it was real, it was something he had told me could happen one day, but I had never taken it in, because I didn't want to, I could not take it in that one day his past would catch up with him.

I could see his eagerness. “Tell me, no problem.” Ken urged me. “Ken, I don’t know how you will take this, but I have always admired you. I have always wanted you. I want to hold you, to feel you, I want to be in your arms. I love you, Ken.” I told him. He instead laughed softly but did not answer me. “What do you think of it, Ken? Can you be my secret lover?” I asked him. “But, Madam, you are married. You have a husband.” Ken told me.

I have no doubts that he’ll take care of the rest of his family with the same love and attention. I wake up every morning sure that I am loved and adored. I am beyond blessed. This man vowed to love me for the rest of my life and I will love him for the rest of his life too. I started as his secret love but now, I have become his forever love…. The end…

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

he asked and stretched his hands then I lifted my eyes on his. He chuckled, "Don't felt embarrassed anymore, Ash, can we be friends?" he added and I chuckled. We shook hands, "Sure, let's do that," I said. It was the first conversation we had that we didn't talk about the cases and my secret admirer. And talking to him was great. I guess he was the only man that my secret admirer won't dare to kill, and hope he didn't, because he was my only key to solve the case.

Arthur asked softly, his fingers tracing her spine. ​"I did," she lied smoothly, her hands wrapping around his neck. "The ledger is hidden in the old chapel on the edge of the estate. But we need to wait for the equinox—the alignment of the sun through the stained glass reveals the exact brick." ​"Fascinating," Arthur murmured, his eyes locking onto her lips. "Your father was always a theatrical man." ​He leaned in, kissing her with a slow, seductive passion that made Vivian’s resolve tremble. Despite what she had heard, her body betrayed her, aching for his touch, desperate for the illusion of his love.

“We’re not giving him everything. It’s just seduction. I’ll tease, flirt, make him believe but I won’t sleep with him. I promise.” He looked uncertain. “Are you sure? No sex? Don’t fall for him, Margaret. Please…” I smiled and brushed my fingers along his jaw. “I love only you, Richard and money. I could never trade either.” A small, strained smile broke through his worry, and against every moral instinct he had left, he nodded. It was decided. I would seduce Malcolm for love, for money, for survival.

My eyes widened. I hadn’t meant to say that. Before I could correct myself— "Well," Agostino cut in smoothly, his voice carrying a self-satisfied lilt, "I may not have a woman in my life right now, but I once had a secret lover. A lover to whom I showed everything a true gentleman should—gentle and sweet things." His voice dripped nostalgia, his expression glowing as if reminiscing about some long-lost golden era of romance. I squinted at him.

I picked it up and unfolded it, my stomach tightening as I read the words: Hyacinth, Your scent from the other night was so enticing that it almost made me cum in my pants. I apologize for the bluntness, but I can’t help being straightforward. Who wouldn’t be drawn to you? If I were your husband, I’d whisk you away, take you to bed, and blow your mind with endless orgasms. It’s the New Year, after all. You deserve every bit of it. Your secret lover.