Prisoner Of My Desire Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.”

He continued to suck my breasts, his hands roaming my body, keeping me on the brink of ecstasy. I knew I was his plaything tonight, completely and utterly, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Damien pulled me to my feet, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I looked back at him over my shoulder, my eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Damien," I cried out, my voice breathy and needy. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I clenched and unclenched my jaw. To think that her eyes said alot more than her words could express. I adjusted my tie as I made my way to my office. Immediately I got to my office, I pressed coffee to clear my mind. I'm in that moment my laptop suddenly received a notification. “A few inmates have escaped prison in the early hours of July 17” My phone immediately dialled Alex. “What is this” “Sir, Miss Desiree's ex boyfriend is on that list and I ran a background check to be certain if he was the one and it turned out he is sir”

And the way my body had responded to him, how close we were to kissing each other was real, I crave for it. "Stupid," I muttered to myself as I quickened my pace toward my room. "So stupid." I had endured three years in prison by keeping my head down and my heart guarded. I have survived a few months outside prison and I will focus on what's necessary to be free. I won't give in to these desires,not when everything is starting to come together at last. My heart skipped when I heard the sound of footsteps. He actually followed me. Firm, deliberate footsteps that could belong to only one person.

his husky voice made me flinch back to reality. "I turn to face him, he is in short pants with a white shirt. His hair falls over his forehead. He looks handsome and hot as ever. I couldn't stop myself from drooling. "Snap outta it young lady," his voice came up again. I was already swimming in ecstasy, I cleared my throat and comport myself. He walked to his piano and drew out a sit, positioning himself to use the piano. Will he play the piano while I'm speaking with him, not that I've forgotten his love for music.... His voice was the first thing that captivated me to him.

He was equally surprised that I was calling, and had a lot of stories to share, all of which I bore zero interest in. “Um – Noah, Noah, Noah… Sir, you’d have to give me a few minutes to peruse my files. This prison is full of many convicts that I can barely remember all their names. I only keep tabs with the crazy lunatics…” he said. He had a breathy gravelly voice that pictured him as a short man with a pot belly and a tiny mustache.