Rebellious Desire By Julie Garwood Novels & Stories

Every thrust made my cunt cream more. Our skin collided against one another. Every thrust felt like a wonderful rhythm. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my dripping pussy filled the room. The burn was delicious, turning quickly into overwhelming pleasure that made my toes curl and my breath hitch His groans, my moans. Our pleasures fill the room with no care in the world about who can hear us. Sweat slicked our bodies, making our skin glide and stick. I imagined Jake downstairs completely unaware while his father ruined his girlfriend’s cunt on the same bed he slept in. The taboo only made me clench harder around Marcus’s cock.

he growled. She threw herself at him then, arms wrapping around his neck with a force that knocked his Stetson from his head. Her lips slammed against his, hungry, desperate—wild. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and exactly how to take it. Rebel smirked against her lips. She’d said she felt dangerous in his arms, and she was right. This was a woman made dangerous with freedom, with desire. And he reveled in it.

Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible. Some desires… aren’t meant to be tamed. Some people… aren’t meant to be resisted. And I was already caught in both.

As our canines retracted, “Do you feel better darling?” She smirks at me, “It will hold me over for now.” I chuckle, “Your appetite for me is such a turn on darling. I love that you want me.” It’s the truth. I’ve never felt so desired by a woman in my life. In the past, when I hooked up with women, they were needing an itch to be scratched like I did. None of them desired me with the intensity that Rebel desires me. I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet to have her love and desire.

I shook my head, “She interests me, her defiance, stubbornness, anger, hatred. They are all so unpredictable and wild, and I love the thrill of it.” Cole frowned deeply. “But she is not worth your time or your attention. She will never give you the respect you deserve. She is beneath you, Darius, she is a nobody, an Omega that belongs with the rest of the servants. She shouldn't be at the center of anything that concerns you, or this pack.” I smiled, pleased that Cole didn't understand the kind of joy I have when I torture Juliette, the wholesome experience I have seeing her struggle to win. “You do not understand a thing, Cole. This game I am playing with Juliette is unique, not something y

The buzzing wasn’t constant—it teased, climbed, dipped, just enough to keep me on the edge but never push me over. God, it was maddening. Delicious and maddening. My chest heaved, the silk of my dress suddenly too tight, my skin too hot. I bit down on my lip, but the quiver of it gave me away. Dominic didn’t even look guilty. He looked like he was enjoying the show. My nails dug into the leather seat, my whole body rocking ever so slightly with the rhythm I couldn’t control. The edge was right there, building, climbing, climbing—

Julian said, his grip tightening on my shoulders. His dark eyes burned with a possessive heat that made my skin crawl. I wrenched myself away, trembling with pure revulsion. "Julian, you think this is a game? You think I'm just playing hard to get?" Julian looked down at me, his Alpha arrogance radiating in waves. "Aren't you?" "You disgust me," I spat. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he roared. "I've been patient enough, but don't push your luck!"

"You didn't drag me anywhere I didn't want to go. I’m the one who fired the gun, Julian. I’m the one who hacked the world. If you’re a monster, then I’m the thing that walks beside you in the dark. Don't you see? I don't want the suit. I want the man who’s strong enough to survive this." The slow burn that had been simmering between them since the boardroom finally reached its flashpoint. Julian’s eyes darkened, the sapphire turning to midnight. He didn't want the comfort of her words anymore; he wanted the reality of her body to drown out the whispers of the house. He captured her lips in a kiss that tasted of bourbon and survival, his tongue demanding entry with a primal urgency that made

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

Hate, Revenge, and Love "Let me go, Julian! You’ve lost your mind!" Jennifer shrieked under her breath. She thrashed against him, but Julian’s strength, fuelled by desperation, was far superior. Jennifer felt the touch of Julian’s hands—calloused from hard labour, yet achingly familiar—creeping around her waist in a forced embrace from behind. The contact was like a flame scorching the midnight-blue silk she wore: hot, perilous, and destructive.