Rebellious Desire By Julie Garwood の小説・ストーリー

I'm burning for her. I want to stuff that little mouth of hers that spills sarcasm like rain with my cock, I want her to wrap her wet mouth around my cock and take in as much as she can. The thought of choking her made my dick twitch. I had let go of my wild Dom side because not everyone can handle my insane desire and wish, most of the women I've had either run away or the little that can withstand it ends up being too submissive.

her chaos.” Ray raised a brow. “So you want me to stalk her entire existence. Great. That won’t get us killed at all.” “I’m not asking,” I said sharply. “I’m telling you. Rebel just declared war on Robert in front of the world. Do you know what that means?” “That she’s got a death wish?” “That she’s fearless,” I corrected. “And fearless people are dangerous—but they’re also magnetic. Every move she makes from here on out will shape the entire city. She’s not just a player, Ray. She’s the goddamn game.” Ray muttered something under his breath, then stood, pacing. “You’re making it sound poetic, Killian. But it’s not. It’s blood and bullets and bodies on the floor. And Rebel? She doesn’t love

I moan accidentally and groan after feeling his fingers' forceful entry to my womanhood, and an aggressive claim on my breast as he gropes it. My legs completely weaken with the combination of shock, sexual desire, betrayal, and fear. "This is what you want, Avery, right? So I will give it to you, right here, right now. I am done restraining myself, so you better brace yourself because I am going to do you hard after seeing you getting intimate with that bastard."

Let go of every bit of self-respect he has for himself. Just like that, my original plan of grief and gore seems childish. Weak. This new attack is one that will hurt so much more. One that will tear apart the Chicago pack. How can they trust their Beta, if he’s fucking a demon - their worst enemy? Dark joy blossoms in my gut, all the souls that live there writhe in protest. Pushing closer to him, my palm flattens against his chest once more, his skin heating mine, sending warmth to my most intimate area. I may loathe his kind, but I am still a woman and a sexy man in front of me can still encourage those wants and needs.

the joy of being a recessive omega. It seemed like Eutychus had had enough of the teasing as he was now walking towards her, eyes ablaze with desire and want... just like she had wanted, but as he got near to them, the harem she had formed weren’t too happy to share their Luna and if the looks didn't tell Eutychus to back off, the low growls and snarls sure did. In response, Isadora just giggled. It was one thing for Eutychus to get aroused and jealous, but at the pack members as well?

I left before noon and carefully sneaked back to the dorm with that well fucked glow I couldn’t hide. Jake was sprawled on his bed playing some game when I walked in. He took one look at me and grinned. “Damn dude. You get railed or what? You look like you barely slept.” “Shut up.” I laughed and threw a pillow at him. Face burning. “Mind your business.” He just cackled. “Whoever it is. They’re doing god’s work. You got that freshly fucked vibe.” I flipped him off and collapsed on my bed. Heart full and scared at the same time. Anderson was avoidant. He said it was just fucking. But the way he pinned me to that wall and claimed me said otherwise. I wanted more. Needed more.

“Because from where I’m standing, you’re glowing like you just won the lottery, not like someone executing a calculated takedown.” I looked down at my bare feet. “It felt real.” “That’s the problem.” “If it was you Christina…if your own blood sister paid your ex to crawl back into your life just to marry you and destroy you from the inside, what would you do, Christina? Would you be noble? Would you let it go?” Her jaw tightened as she stared at me for a long beat. Then her shoulders dropped. “I’d burn the whole thing down.” “Exactly.” She sighed and then rubbed her temple.

As what? Adrian’s failure to answer matters more than the heat, more than the careful hands, more than the way Julian had felt wanted without performance for the first time in too long. Desire is not rare enough to trust on its own. Desire can be real and still cowardly. It can shake a man apart in the dark and leave him perfectly assembled by breakfast. Julian knows that. He learned it the hard way. His phone buzzes. He snatches it up before he can pretend he did not.