Play It As It Lays Synopsis Novels & Stories

"I know. And I'll spend the rest of my life making up for it, if you let me." I reached up and touched his face. "I can't stay," I said softly. "Not now. There's too much damage to undo in a single conversation." "But?" "But I'm not marrying Emilio Agosti." Dante's eyes widened. "You're not?" "I've been a pawn in everyone else's game for too long. My father's. Chiara's. Yours. The Agosti deal is just another version of the same trap." I dropped my hand. "I'm done being traded."

he murmured, voice low and dark. I was. Shallow. Desperate. Needy. He leaned closer. “Lie back.” His hand slid up my thigh—midway, firm. I let out a soft, broken moan. He stopped. Smiled. “Wait.” I whimpered. “Lie. Back. First.” I sank into the leather, heart hammering. He shifted to the end of the couch, facing me like prey. “Eyes closed.” I obeyed. “Breathe in. Four counts.”

I mounted my horse, the leather reins warm and familiar beneath my palms, and I muttered under my breath in a voice only the night wind could hear, “Let us see what game you play next, cousin… for every move you make, I shall make one twice as sharp.” The horse snorted as if in agreement, and together we rode through the quiet and lamp-lit streets until the familiar outline of my mansion came into view. There, in the dining hall, at the very end of the long wooden table, was Layla. She sat with one elbow propped on the tabletop, her cheek resting on her hand as though she had begun waiting for me, but sleep had claimed her mid-thought. Her head would dip a little… tilt… then jerk back up wea

I would have to giver her the full gist about Katherine. “So, are you two on a date?” Ayo asked. “Well-” I began but Kathrine cut me off. “It’s a friendly hang out.” My mouth clamped shut and suddenly, I understood how Ayo must have felt a moment ago. These girls were brutal. “Come on, it’s 2:56 let’s find a seat before the lights go dim,” Laura said as she walked into the viewing room. “Are we seeing the same movie?” I asked. “Apparently, it’s room 6 right?” Ayo glanced at the ticket in his hand.

Reed POV As I made my way around the couch, she pulled her feet off of the ottoman, leaned forward and placed the popcorn bowl down on the ottoman. She then leaned back and was now sitting with her legs crossed at the knees swinging her foot. Her arms are folded across her chest, pushing her wonderfully rounded tits up. That bounce is going to be the end of me. I slowly sat down, trying not to touch her. Even though Rory is in my head screaming at me to. Looking over to where Lucas is on her other side, I’m glad to see that I’m not alone in my struggle. His eyes are flicking back and forth between his and Laydon's “And start.” Heather says as I hear the start, up noise, music, whatever you w

She realized that she had been staring and smiling at him too long and she tore away from his gaze. Oliver did the same too. They both looked away immediately, forming a serious interest in the play that was scheduled for the evening. A lot of people had already taken their table below, the restaurant always had a decent turnout during their play with their Hugh price tag for services. Zara pretended to be studying the brochures that contained the cast of the play. She refused to look at Oliver, who gazed at the stage below. The play was about to start as the lights on the grand stage became dim. The play was soon interrupted as music came from elsewhere in the restaurant. Heads turned below

LAYLA INSTEAD OF WAITING for the Alpha to approach me first, I devised another method through which we could speak as I laid on my mattress in the thick darkness. As soon as the first cock crew, I got off my bed, put on my sneakers, tied my hair behind my back, and grabbed some cash I had seen under the bed the first day I found myself in this room. I stopped by Hermes room door indecisively, thinking I should check up on him before going for an early morning run. The thought crumbled at the imagination of ruining my chance to speak with him. I dashed out of the house at a sustainable pace, hoping my plan works.

"What do you mean by I will come to know of your intentions with time? if you are playing at making me nervous you could as well just drop the tactics already," she said defiantly. She continued. "You should know by now, that your tactics don't work on me, not even a bit." That was a big lie. Of course, he made her nervous, his words and the way he had uttered them, and the devious smile that accompanied his statement both excites her and made her weary.

I grabbed the trophy and flung it at the large window behind Cassian. CRASH! The glass exploded outward. The cold night air rushed in. Cassian flinched, instinctively turning toward the noise. "Run!" I yelled. Maxwell didn't hesitate. He lunged at Cassian, tackling him to the ground. The gun skidded across the floor, disappearing under the mahogany desk. "Go, Loveth! Out the window!" Maxwell shouted as he pinned Cassian’s arms down. "Not without you!" I screamed back. "I’ll be right behind you! Just go!"

"Very good Louise, again baby... one more time before I fuck you to exhaustion." He put his phone on the nearby table and start stripping himself naked, while standing at the end of the bed. He was watching me, then started stroking himself and told me to part my legs wider. Then he took my ankles and pulled me roughly to the end of the bed. He took my fingers and started licking my arousal, making me moan at him. My legs instinctively move closer searching for some friction, but then he shook his head again. "Who do you belong to Louise?"