Lawless Love Novels & Stories

The pain runs through my spine as he digs his teeth into my skin, marking me as his own. "I love you, Lisa," he tells me when he is done. "I love you too, Marc." I tell him through the pain. Tears were involuntarily running down my cheeks. We move in unison, blooddrops running down my breasts. I untie his arms, and he lifts me instantly, placing me under him on the bed, throttling deep inside of me, going as far in as he can.

I commanded that the foolish guard be brought before me in the living room downstairs, ready to mete out punishment for his foolishness. The guard trembled before me, quivering with fear like a scared puppy. I observed, a satisfied smirk curling at the corners of my lips. "Fool!" I snarled my voice in a low growl. "You violated the code of anonymity in this business. Did you think you could get away with it?" "I'm so sorry, Boss! It won't happen again" the guard begged, joining his hands together in a gesture of apology. His weakness disgusted me more. "It better not," I snapped, delivering a triple brutal slap to his face and a gut-wrenching punch to his stomach. The guard fell at my feet,

she said, and her voice held a tremulous note that stabbed at his heart. "No one has ever made me do anything honorable," Lawrence replied. "I'm a rogue, darling. When I do something, it is because I want to. And I have decided I want my Persian princess in my bed, in my life, and in my heart. Would you deny me that?" He curled his fingers under her chin and tilted her head back so he could look deep into her bright-blue eyes. "As long as you love me, then no, I would deny you nothing."

First, Vincent slipped that huge demand ring in her finger and then she did the same. I clapped for them and they sealed the deal with a kiss. Mom looked satisfied. This satisfaction must come from getting the love of your life. But can you love again? Will I be able to love someone else other than Xavier Jones? We stood together for a picture as a family and you are not supposed to have thoughts about your family member. Xavier also invited that bitch Ashely. She clung to him like glue and they even danced together while I stood quietly in the corner.

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

We didn’t go all the way… but I wished we had. I wanted him to take me. To fuck me senseless. To claim me completely. God… what’s wrong with me? Why does the forbidden feel so damn good? I love him. I love Vincent Lucas. I love his eyes, his voice, his hands, his mouth, his soul— But it hurts. It hurts to know I’ll never have him. Not really. Not the way I want. I wiped away a single tear sliding down my cheek. I don’t deserve to cry. Maybe this pain is my punishment for falling in love with someone else’s husband. If so, then let it burn. Let it consume me.

I hissed, my heart beginning to race again. "You think he loves you?" he said, stepping into my personal space, his face inches from mine. The smell of scotch was gone, replaced by the scent of pure, unadulterated malice. "Elias Lawson doesn't love anything he can't control. He’s using you to spite Philip’s memory. He’s marking you like a piece of property because he knows he can never truly have you." I snapped, trying to push past him. David didn't move. He leaned in, his voice a ghost of a whisper against my ear, sending a chill down my spine that felt like ice water.

Will she understand that it was beyond my control? Love isn't a crime like she always says. What is a crime is loving the wrong person? I blame myself for everything except loving him. Loving him isn't a crime. It is something my heart chooses. Confessing my love for a man whom I don't even know of his true feelings is the crime here. This is my mistake. Opening my legs for him when I should have insisted on getting things straight and having us terminate the contract to make it real is another mistake. That is my first crime.

Moonlight spilled silver across the herb garden, turning rosemary and lavender into pale ghosts. The convent slept—nuns in their cells, windows dark, only the distant owl calling from the pines. Lila couldn’t lie still. Her body still throbbed from the confessional: the stretch of him inside her, the hot spill on her stomach, the way his thumb had pushed between her lips like a secret she’d never confess again. She ached—between her thighs, in her chest, everywhere.