Novel & Cerita Prisoner Of My Desire Audiobook

She scoffed before uttering. "Tell them to let me go," His smirk widened at her words. "Are you deaf. I said tell them to let me go," He still didn't reply. Melanie, frustrated, turned around and tried to walk out but the guards didn't let her to. "Let me go," she shouted at them but they just looked down. Melanie felt his presence coming closer to her. He stood beside her and leaned to her ear. "So sad, but they won't let you go until I desire, doll,"

I screamed "wow!!" I am weird right, imagine a prisoner admiring her own prison. It was wow but I miss home. I have to find out who kidnapped me and how to get out if this hell.... Heaven to be realistic. I heard a brief knock on the door. I rushed out to see who it was. "Please come in, it is opened." I said as I sat on the bed. 'Speak of the devil' I said my mind as I saw the annoying bastard. "Hello my prisoner." He said with a side loped smile on his handsome face.... Yea he was extremely handsome even if he looked very pale.

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

I wanted to refuse my inner desires, yet I was frail under his hand, anticipating what he would do next as I gazed back at him. Sin leaned forward further, running the tip of his nose along the line of my jaw and breathing against my ear, "Tell me, amore. How badly did you want me to touch you again for you to want to read a book such as this?" My eyes involuntarily closed, eager to feel the delicious sensation. I should be pushing him away, but I could only let out an audible breath, betraying my resolve. My heart raced, ramming against my ribcage. A hot flush crept across my cheeks, and, despite wanting so badly to lean into him, I pushed him off of me.

“Let go of me Hardin!” “I should have crossed the line a long time ago.” Hardin traced Amel’s exposed back. His fingers reached below—moving in an uncertain direction. Making Amel panic. “Let go of me Hardin!” Amel glared. The more she rebelled, the tighter Hardin would trap her. “I want you. I miss you.” Hardin lowered his head—down to Amel’s white, clean neck. The desire to leave a mark on that neck grew. "I don't."

To mate with her. She tried turning to face me, but I wouldn't let her. Needing this control. "No. I want to stay." Her delicate voice sounded confused that she'd had to clarify in the first place. "I trust the bond and I don't want to leave!" She said with determined finality. She was a little feisty -Fuck! I liked that. I couldn't help the growling erupting from my chest. Mine. "Then tell me, you want me." I whispered roughly in her ear. "Tell me you are mine!"

Their bodies convulsed in ecstasy as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, each one experiencing a release that left them breathless and yearning for more. “I love you, Jade! I love you so much. Let’s be together forever! I won’t hold back from making you happy, baby. You belong to me, my love. You are my forbidden desire that I won’t regret!” Ceynol shouted as he reached his own zenith inside her.

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

Hands fisting his hair, I tried to sit up, overwhelmed, tears streaming as he ate me out ravenously- lapping my squirt, nipping my clit, humming approval. "Mmm, yeah- moan for me, princess. Let everyone know you're getting your pussy devoured on my desk." My hips ground against his face, chasing oblivion, screams turning feral- ….. when Knock knock. "Mr. Desmond?" A voice from the door and I recognized his assistant, crisp and professional. "Your clients are here." Time froze. Tristan's mouth stilled on my clit, my legs splayed wide in his grip, pussy throbbing inches from his lips.

slipped out instinctively, born from desperation and the rumors I’d heard about Elena Durcam’s private life. She paused, phone still in her hand, and looked down at me. For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound was my own ragged breathing. Elena Durcam tilted her head slightly, studying me like a predator deciding whether the prey was worth the effort. Her eyes narrowed, calculating. She let the silence stretch until my pulse roared in my ears. Finally, she lowered the phone. “You beg to become my fuck toy to avoid prison,” she repeated slowly, tasting the words. A faint, amused smile touched her lips. “How delightfully pathetic. I’ll think about this offer.”