Hold Me Tight Book Review Novels & Stories

And they did. Thank you for reading TO HAVE AND TO HOLD. I hope you’ve enjoyed the Brutal Vows series. If you missed any of the individual stories, you could start with NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story. Then, TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia’s story. BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story. Next, QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Reinaldo and Jasmine’s story. The final book of the series is TO HAVE AND TO HOLD. ~ Aleatha

“Cara, I told you… this isn’t a game.” I huffed. But then his thick arm reached from behind me, pressing his solid heat harder against my back, pinning me against the countertop as his gorgeous, strong man-hand closed on the book I was reaching for, and he held it so I couldn’t get it without taking it from him.

But he didn't let me. His arm curved firmly around my back, drawing me in until there was no space left between us. He held me tighter. So tight I could feel the steady hammer of his heart against my cheek, and the warmth of his body seeping through every layer of silk and satin. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. There was no ridicule or mockery in the way he held me. And in that moment held so close I could feel every ridge and line of him, and every quiet tremor of his breathing, I didn't know whether to cry from relief or break apart completely.

"Sige na, mag-ingat ka sa pagmamaneho." Nang ibaba ng lalaki ang tawag ay kaagad niyang kinuha ang libro at nag-review. Nahihilig na talaga siya sa pagbabasa. At kapag naman nawawalan siya ng gana palagi niyang iniisip ang lahat ng dahilan kung bakit siya nagsisikap. Para kay Shawn. Para sa mama niya. Gusto niyang may patunayan. Gusto niyang makita ng mga ito na may mararating ang paghihirap ng dalawa.

He held me tight against him, his face buried in my neck, groaning and moaning loud and deep, his movements slowing down as we both fell apart together, breathless and shaking and completely spent, but still connected, still holding on tight like we would never let go. We lay there tangled together, our bodies pressed close, our hearts beating fast and hard, matching each other’s rhythm, slow and steady now, but still thrumming with all the feeling we had shared. He held me so tight I could barely move, like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go even a little bit, like I was the most precious thing he would ever have, the only thing that mattered in his whole world. He kissed my foreh

A beautiful, radiant smile. I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly. THE END OF BOOK THREE.

"You and Clara are a perfect match. I'm truly happy for you." Rocco let out a low chuckle. He didn't pull back. Instead, he moved closer, his warm breath fanning across my ear. His hand slid down from my cheek, stopping at the nape of my neck. He knew my body intimately, knew that was one of my most sensitive spots. His fingertips drew slow circles, his voice low and husky. "Is that so?" "But Harper, if I recall correctly, when I was teaching you how to hold a gun, your heart was pounding louder than the gunshots."

He just pulled me tighter against him, his jaw clenched so hard, I could feel the muscle twitching beneath his skin. There was nothing soft in his hold, just a tense, desperate need to keep me close, as if he feared I might slip away from him. And for the first time in as long as I could remember, I let myself feel it. The connection. The way he was holding me—not because he had to, but because he wanted to. But then again maybe all of this was just my imagination…

This was a brutal claiming. He held me tight against him, my legs wrapped around his waist. He did not pull out. He stayed deep inside me, letting my body adjust to his size, his overwhelming presence. "Good girl," he whispered, his lips at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "So tight. So hot. My perfect little thing."

His tone carried quiet confidence, and it made my jaw tighten, but I did not speak. Before I could move or think of a way to react, he stepped fully into the room. In one quick motion, he reached for me and caught my arm, his hold tight and firm as he pulled me toward him without any care for how it felt. “Let me go,” I said with force, my voice sharp as I struggled against his hold and tried to pull my arm free. I twisted my body and pulled back with all the strength I had, but his grip only grew tighter, his fingers pressing hard into my skin and making it clear he had no intention of letting me go.