Moxie X Millie Novels & Stories

She says something under her breath, which he nods to, and then she stands with her arms folded looking miserable. “Fine,” I say to Vito even though I didn’t hear a fucking word he said. “We’ll do it as you suggested. Call me tomorrow with the details.” I hang up before he has the chance to say anything and I shove my phone in my pocket angrily. I hear a chuckle beside me. It’s Miguel. He has a glass of beer in his hand, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s already somewhat drunk, it seems. He says to me, “Women. It’s tough to understand them, isn’t it?”

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

he murmured, voice rough with intent. “Not your pet, big guy,” Noah shot back, pulling his hand away. “Could be something more, you know.” “Dream on. I’m not some prize to claim.” The exchange crackled, a dance of resistance and pull. Noah stepped back, the chair scraping the floor, his pulse thudding in his ears. Dominic’s hand hung in the air, scars catching the dim light, a silent mark of ownership. The flat shuddered, walls straining as thunder rolled overhead, shaking the frame.

Rage brewing under still waters. Xavier stood center. Armor polished. Stiff posture. Cold eyes. But his jaw twitched when I entered. I walked slowly. Deliberately. Each step calculated. I let my limp show. I let the coat slip just enough off one shoulder to reveal the blooming bruise beneath. Gasps rippled through the room. Scandal in the flesh. My shirt clung to my chest. Thin. Sheer. The bruises framed my collarbone like garlands of sin.

She tiptoed into the bathroom. “Roxie? Are you okay?” Milli whispered as quietly as she could. “Sure, midget.” Roxie stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her bruised body. Her flaming red hair and ice-blue eyes, the only things she got from her father, looked odd against her dark mulatto skin. She was fairer than their mother and much fairer than Milli and Duran, whose fathers were black like their Creole grandmother. It was only midnight, and their mother wouldn’t be home from The Velvet Rope until after 3 AM, unless she got a john. Milli sat down to pee and began crying because it burned, and blood colored the water pink.

Pierce said, closing his eyes. Millie felt overwhelmed and swallowed hard. It was really true that everyone would always be driven by food and sex. Pierce's chest was impressively broad, and his light pink nipples were perfectly shaped. "I'm really going to bite now," Millie said.

Jace says in a moan, this brings back uni memories, rough, quick sex, their needs controlling them. "Millie is right, you are a hottie papa," Matheo says biting into his shoulder to keep his moans quiet. "Shut up and fuck me," Jace groans, "Gladly," Matheo answers him, ending a long tiring day in the hospital. "Dada! Daddy!" Mollis screams running toward them both, she and Millie have been fighting again, Millie doesn't like Asher, and has been talking her sister out of befriending a dom, while Molly loves her new friend, he's pulling the big Molly out.

The wolf snorted at Mj and perked his ear as he shook his head and sneezed all over her. Mj held her hands up in surrender “Ok, ok Moxie! Gross!” she yelled through her laughter “stop!” Moxie made a strange almost yipping sound and Mj noticed he wagged his tail a few times but she was not about to call out a werewolf on wagging his tail, so she did what her body seemed to be itching for her to do and she jumped into the arms of the stunned werewolf. Mj noticed that Moxie was not as large as Theron or Calix but he was taller then Ace, and definitely bigger then Sam and Pepper. “Hello little sister” Moxie chirped inside Mj’s head and she squeezed him into a tight hug before pushing away.

Graham was a no-comment man unless he was ready. Millie greeted them at the door. “My, my, two of my favorite cowboys done come to see me.” “You say that to all the men,” Rand teased. Millie was short, with a round face surrounded by snow-white hair. Rand didn’t remember it any other color. She was a good cook and always cheerful. Her café did a good business, especially on the weekends. She led them to a back booth and brought two cups of steaming black coffee. “I’ll be back for your order.”