Natasha Preston Romance Books Novels & Stories

one. Natasha's POV "Matt? I'm ready," I drawled in a singsong voice, waltzing out of the closet with a robe on. My husband hadn't been around for a while now—two weeks— and I had missed him. I was married to Matt Langston, a high-ranking executive at the Blackwood Pack Corporation. Last year when he proposed, it felt like a dream come true. Neither of us had found our true mates but we got along pretty well. With his uncle as the Alpha of the pack, I thought I had everything I could ever want.

I didn't bother looking at her, instead I stared out of the window, trying not to take in her words, refusing to look at her. “Dion only…” Isla paused and the break in her voice made me turn my head towards her. I didn't move my body, keeping as far away from her as I could. Like the foot distance that parted us would somehow keep me safe from her. She was hurting. It was written on every chiselled angle of her too beautiful face. I understood that kind of pain because I was going through it myself. She was the founding member of the ‘Dion broke my heart club’, and I was betting we were not the only two members. How many girls had he destroyed with his smoky eyes and skilled mouth? Probably

Though she was my favorite girl, I didn't think much about her. "How was your trip?" I asked instead of answering a question she already knew the answer to. I sensed she was a bit disappointed at my question. What the hell was she expecting? She went on and on about how her trip went. Natasha ran a small business that involved selling guns and ammunition. She traveled to Russia three days ago to take care of her business. I didn't hear the things she said as I was not interested in knowing the full details of how her trip went. As she spoke, her hands moved to my shoulders, and slowly, she moved them to my thighs. I took a deep breath. I couldn't wait to have her under my sheet screaming my

I believed we had moved past certain things, but I still held back because I didn't know the details of Tristan's dealings with her father, and I didn't want to jeopardize anything for him. Taking a deep breath, I approached her with a mix of weariness and determination. "What is it, Natasha? What do you want to talk about?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and calm despite the storm brewing inside me. She looked at me, her expression a blend of anger and desperation. "When you were Luna, I gave you your respect. Yes, I was sleeping with Dean, but I never disrespected you for one day, Raina. Now, not only are you sleeping with my husband, but you also refuse to give me any respect," s

Little wonder she pushed the jacket to me happily. “I didn’t ask for your name, dear.” She said, looking in my direction. “Natasha,” I said with a smile. “I’m Pamela, and this is my friend, Nerissa. You might know her.” She lowered her voice before she continued. “She’s quite the hot cake on the news these days.” She said with a chuckle. “Pleasure to meet you,” I said, extending my hand for a shake. “Say what? I’ll pay you double for whatever that jacket is worth,” she said to me instead, ignoring my hand.

Natasha was the epitome of sex; she had long legs, long raven black hair, flawless pale skin, perfectly formed tits and lips, and an air of seduction that neither men nor women could match or resist. Natasha increased her efforts rather than halting them, slurping and groaning all around his softening shaft. "That's it, Natasha." With the back of her hand, she wiped off a string of saliva from her mouth as she withdrew, letting his barely stiffened length fall from her. "What is the problem?" Cayden sagged into a chair, zipped up his pants, and tucked himself back in with trembling, sloppy hands. "It's her, right? Cayden, I knew this would happen. You have been enamoured with her. You are ig

Ultimately, Natalia needs to learn to let go of her insecurities and trust in the power of love and the strength of familial bonds between her and Justino, but she's still want Anthonio as her side cock, she doesn't want to leave Anthonio for Natasha, but Anthonio and Natasha have falling deeply In love with each other, Justino: Natalia, is everything okay? You seem distracted.Natalia: Oh, I'm sorry. I was just watching Natasha and Anthonio over there. They're so cute together.

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

“Stamford Fashion has always been led by the women in the Stamford family. Now that my grandmother is retired, you as my wife is next in line.” Natasha chuckled, “Except that I am a contracted wife who will be divorced in a matter of time.” “You don't think you could be the CEO of Stamford Fashion in the future?” I asked. “No… I can dream high but not that high,” Natasha said, yawning. I did not reply immediately and in the next few minutes, she dozed off. I stroked her hair gently as she slept like a baby. She was my own Sleeping Beauty.

"Hey. Heard a lot about you. All good things, promise." I smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Rivers." "And this," Penelope continued, "is Natasha. Rivers's girlfriend. And mate." Natasha was practically bouncing in her seat. Her eyes were wide, fixed on me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. "Oh my goddess," she breathed. "I can't belive I’m sitting with the silver wolf! This is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me!" I blinked, stunned. "How did you—"