Is Ruthless Vows Spicy Novels & Stories

The raw, primal heat that always sparked between them was now an inferno, fueled by the professional betrayal and the necessary intimacy he’d endured with Karen. He began to unfasten her blouse, his fingers moving with a familiar, expert knowledge. The silk parted, and his lips immediately descended, claiming the soft, yielding curve of her breasts beneath the delicate lace of her bra. Rachna gasped, her head falling back against the cushions, the cold, corporate strategist dissolving under the heat of his touch. “Her body was a tool,” Rahul whispered fiercely against her skin, the words a raw, urgent confession of loyalty. “Yours is my reward. My home.”

And now cursing, sending him to an uncontrolled state of desire. Vasperia gasped, she didn't know that she could use such words too and tried not to mention God in her Sinful state or she might curse herself. "You're dripping so wet for me baby, fuck!! You're always wet and ready for me aren't you?" Raze grunted, going to her lips to kiss her and he moved his hands on her wet and slippery clit. "Oh Raze.. please…please…". Vasperia moaned and writhed and Raze cursed, going and moving faster, inserting his fore fingers in and out and she screamed.

His smile was slow to spread over his face, and then he was kissing my breasts, and I couldn't help the moan that managed to slip out my throat and he said“I am Vitalo.” It sounded like Italian and Greek, sexy just like I had imagined. His mouth moved lower, to my soft, feminine core and I cried out as his tongue runs over my seam and his hands spreads my thighs, holding them wide so he could flick my most sensitive cluster of nerves with the tip of his tongue, making me arch my back and scratch my nails into the soft white duvet cover as I scream out in pleasure. Pleasure, unexpected and intense, burst over me, splitting me in two. I call out his name, loudly, spilling it from my lips over

I'm a weathering mess when he has three fingers inside of me, I'm so wet and ready for everything. There is no resistance, this time I want this, I'm in control. I buckled my hips asking for me. I have no shame left. "Please, fuck me." Letting his assault on my pussy go he takes my mouth in another one of his punishing kisses. "why?" I ask between them. He shifted as I felt his member in between my legs. "because I fucking hate it. Now, shut up." I felt good at first, the way he slaps his dick on my lips teasing me. Then the sharp stink of his brutal thrust in me. "Killian," I moaned letting go. it is done. I have done it, finally.

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT! After my fifth orgasm, Mateo roughly placed me on top of him. He gripped my wrists in one hand behind my back while the other hand tightly pressed me against him. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy before slamming into my throbbing hole at the speed of light. Our ragged breaths mingled as I placed a kiss on his lips. The sound of our skins touching and my moans suddenly became the only sound in the room. Mateo hit my ass, surely leaving a mark behind, and the sound echoed through the room.

“Say it like you mean it.” “You’re a bastard,” I whispered, my voice tight with rage. “Maybe,” he said, that maddening smirk never leaving his lips. “But say it.” I closed my eyes for half a heartbeat, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne—clean, sharp, and unbearably familiar. When I opened them, I met his gaze full-on. “I’ll be your assistant and your mistress,” I said, each word pulled from the depths of my pride. His smirk faded into something darker—something almost hungry.

He described, in graphic, agonizing detail, exactly what he planned to do to me once the plates were cleared. "I've always wondered if women like you, powerful, cold, untouchable scream the loudest when they're getting fucked," he said, slicing into a piece of rare steak. The red juices ran across his plate. "I want to see that ice melt. I want to spread your legs wide, bury my thick cock deep inside that tight, arrogant pussy of yours, and watch you break under me, Valencia. I want to pound you until you're dripping wet and begging for the Rossi name, screaming my name while I fill you up and claim every inch of you as mine."

He splashed freezing water on his face, but it was doing absolutely nothing to cool the volcanic fire burning in his veins. He got angry and began to kick the trash can violently, denting the metal with his heavy boot. He didn't want to think about what his friend was doing to Ruthie. He knew Irvin; that man worked fast, he was charming, and women fell for him easily. The thought of Irvin's hands touching Ruth-Ann's smooth skin, or his mouth anywhere near her sweet, tight little pussy, made Ryder want to tear the walls down. But he had to give Ruth-Ann some credit. Sure she wouldn't let him touch her, so he went back to the party like he wasn't dying inside.

She was a nervous wreck. She hasn't prepared her vows so she said whatever that comes to her mind because she knew he did the same. "I, Aurora, take you, Draken, to be my husband, my other half, and partner. I vow to cherish and accept you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are both together and individually." Draken squeezed her hands, noticing them tremble.

he hushed lowly, one arm shielding her behind him. Carolina pressed herself lower, her breathing uneven as footsteps approached through the chaos. One of the armed men moved closer to the counter, gun raised carefully as he searched around. Their cover was seconds away from being blown. Adrian’s gaze swept across the shelves. His fingers closed around a wine bottle. The man leaned over the counter— The bottle shattered against his face. A grunt tore from the man as glass exploded everywhere. Adrian surged upward instantly, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him over the counter like dead weight.