Miliki Aku Novels & Stories

he said. “Say what?”she managed, though she knew what he wanted. “That this,” he said, fingers playing idly, getting slick with my juices, “was for me.” She might have said anything for him to get on with it, but they both knew the truth. “It was for you,” she whispered. “Of course it was for you.”

, I replied honestly. Yeah Blue Architects is mine!! I'll get it back no matter what!!! I don't want others things ,I want what is mine because it's mine from the first place. Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

A brewing war of desire versus defiance. “You don’t own me, Ace,” I mutter, breathlessly. His brows knit together. “Yes, I fucking do. Little. Bird.”

Biting the inside of my cheek to keep control, I gripped her hip and thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt. We both groaned. Being inside her bare was pure paradise. Hot. Wet. Perfectly tight. I had been with plenty of women over the years, but none of them had ever made me feel this desperate, this possessive. I wanted to own every inch of her. The library door was unlocked. Anyone could walk in. The entire estate was still buzzing with preparations for Abuelo’s birthday tomorrow. But I didn’t give a damn. In fact, the thought of someone hearing her moans only made me harder.

Her expression darkened, and she was about to rush over when I stopped her with a look. I bent down and picked up the dusty coin from the ground. Holding it between my fingers, I met the woman's provocative stare. "You're right. I've never seen anything like this. Especially a car owner who can only spare 10 cents for a car wash. I've truly… learned something new today."

I informed her through an eye roll "Now please stop assuming things and just give me back my soju bottle." "But of course she is not your girlfriend. She is too good for the likes of you." The ajumma fired back and retreated back inside, presumably to get Mia her meal. I sighed, dropped the chopsticks back on the table and then crossed my arms over my chest. "Now why the hell would you tell her to take back the soju bottle?" I asked Mia who looked like she couldn't care less about me and my needs. "I can't eat this stuff without soju you know."

“I missed this.” When I opened my eyes, Matt was staring at me with a grin. I could tell my reaction was truly amusing for him. “I am sorry, you were asking me something.” I covered my mouth while chewing on the rest of the bite. “I need you to help me organize stuff.” He said and waved his hands in the air. “I trust only you with my aunt’s belongings and there is a lot in the room I haven’t touched yet.” “Why me?” I raised my brows, but I felt happy from his decision.

"I'm not defensive. I'm desperately, catastrophically under-caffeinated. There's a significant difference." She reached over and pressed a series of buttons with exaggerated patience, the kind you'd use teaching a particularly slow toddler basic shapes. The machine hummed to life, gurgling and hissing like it was personally offended by my incompetence. "There. See? It's that simple." "Thanks so much, Mirinda." I gave her a fake smile which made her eye twitch. "It's Miranda." She corrected me. Off course I knew how to pronounce her boring ass name but what fun was in it?

I finally nod my head in agreement. Twenty minutes later we are pulling into a drive way of a house. “Umm, where are we?” “This is one of my houses. I have a private beach area. Nobody is allowed on this part, except for me and if I bring someone out here.” “One of your houses? Jesus, how many houses do you have?” Ethan thinks for a second before finally replying with, “Six including this one.” I mouth falls open. Ethan laughs at me. “You may want to close your mouth before a bug flies in it.”

Instead, he gripped her jaw tightly, bringing her face forward. "You call this a fling?" he snarled, slamming his lips onto hers in a wild, punishing kiss. There was nothing gentle or loving about it. It was chaotic, untamed, a messy, aggressive clash of lips and tongue. His hand slipped into her hair, tangling among the blonde locks and fisting firmly. He kissed her like he owned her already, like he was staking his lethal claim on her. ​His other hand disappeared inside her shorts. His fingers grazed the edge of her panties, and he broke the kiss long enough to growl, "Open wide for me, amore."