His Unveiled Passion Novels & Stories

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.

Daphne immediately grabbed Yvonne's hand, pleading, "Yvonne, let me explain—" "Explain? How are you going to explain this?" Yvonne stared at Daphne coldly. Daphne hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Trevor forced me! I didn't initiate anything!" Smack! Yvonne's hand came down hard on Daphne's cheek. "Forced you? From the video, you looked like you were enjoying it quite a lot." Yvonne couldn't believe that her best friend and her fiancé, whom she had always defended, had both betrayed her. She was so angry that she was trembling from head to toe.

She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin, every sensation amplified by how long they had denied this—denied themselves. Isabella’s hands fumbled at his waistband, but he caught them, slowing her. “Let me,” he murmured. He undressed her with reverence, like unwrapping something sacred. And when she stood before him, bare and unashamed, he stepped back and stared like he’d never seen anything so painfully, achingly beautiful. “Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered. “Like what?” “Like I’m breakable.” His eyes darkened. “You’re not. But you are mine.”

“Rain, Joshua cut his wrists. The doctors just managed to save him, but he’s in a bad mental state. Could you visit him?” Rain scowled. “What happened?” “Some people started badmouthing Joshua online…” Rain asked Anna to wait for a moment so that she could go on Twitter. Joshua’s name was indeed among the top ten trending tags. Someone had exposed the fact that Joshua had chosen to marry Rain even though he loved someone else. That person also uploaded videos of Joshua embarrassing Rain multiple times in public because of Lily. They also revealed the fact that he had lied to Rain and used the people online to force Rain to get back with him.

“Please George. I need you now. Inside me please.” “You want my peasant cock here in your hot pussy? Does my pretty princess need her peasant mate to easy this craving ache? I can see she does.” He stood and moved one of her knees to the counter, exposing her most guarded secrets to him. “Here it comes, love. Brace yourself, there’ll be nothing gentle about this. I need it too.”

Yet, with me, his love burned so fiercely it bordered on madness. It wasn't until I watched the video Rosa sent me that I finally saw the truth. Salvatore did love me, but he wanted to protect Rosa. A sharp pain tightened in my chest until I could hardly breathe. As it turned out, my father had been right all along. The only person I could ever trust was myself. I brushed away the tears, opened the safe, and pulled out the revolver I hadn't touched in years. The first shot tore through our wedding photo. The bullet split it clean down the middle, right between our joined hands.

The screen gave a clear view of the inside of the place. She looked from her best friend to Nathaniel. She couldn't bring herself to go in. She had promised herself that the first time she met him would be the day she would show him the inscription on her arm if he happened not to recognize her. But she couldn't and wouldn't be able to do that now. She decided it would be better to just leave. ***** GUYS, HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS BOOK BECAUSE I REALLY AM. I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING.

The final entry, scrawled in a shaky hand, was different: October 31, 1887: A revelation. The priest speaks of spiritual bonds. My bond to Eleanor was love. But what of other passions? A fever can burn as hot as devotion. A hunger can consume as completely as grief. Perhaps… perhaps the anchor is not the emotion, but its intensity. Only a passion as fierce as my despair, a fire as hot as my ice, could burn these chains away. A soul offered in carnal heat, not heavenly love… could that be the key? It is a dark thought. But the darkness is all I have left. Clara’s blood ran hot then cold. Her fingers traced the words carnal heat. Her own body, aching and responsive to the unseen, was a testame

And then a dark figure was caught in the corner of my eye and instantly my eyes darted up the stairs outside. A surge unlike any struck the wires of my heart and awakened a dormant, ancient and powerful emotion I had sealed in for a very long time. Whatever it was that tore its way through the reins of my soul, it wanted her. I found myself unconsciously skimming the lissom lines of a figure I hadn't the slightest idea was hidden underneath Lydia 's old shapeless clothes. My eyes narrowed infinitesimally as my lust empowered assessment moved to her face. The skillfully applied make-up now finally revealed her features-no longer muted but defined, and enhanced. The scars and bruises were gone

"Who are you? What have you done to me?" His voice was a desperate moan, riddled with bewildered pleasure. His body trembled like a leaf caught in a storm, a sign of an uncontrolled passion that seized his muscular frame. His skin was slick with sweat, bearing testament to the sheer intensity of his desire. "No one...no one has ever ignited such a fire in me," he confessed, his voice a hoarse whisper.