Rebellious Desire By Julie Garwood Novels & Stories

Harper's world blurred, sensations overwhelming: the stretch of his thick shaft, the crush of his weight, the sting of his bites fueling her climb toward release. Her moans turned to screams, body trembling under the assault, craving every vicious pound. 'Don't stop—own this pussy!' she gasped, claws finally finding purchase on his shoulders, digging in deep. Julius's response was a guttural roar, hips pistoning faster, sweat flying as he ravaged her. The secret affair's danger heightened it all—the risk of Raymond finding out, Julius's loyalty twisting into this brutal betrayal—pushing her closer to the edge.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

The betrayal would be complete. Julian leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and dangerous. "Don't. Make. A. Sound," he breathed, the words barely a ghost of a whisper. Then, he moved again. A long, slow thrust that felt like it was reaching for my very soul. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my teeth sinking into the meat of his palm to keep from screaming. It was the most masochistic kind of torture. The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing over me in the dark, while the person I was betraying was standing three feet away.

"It seems that fat woman really tricked me and rejected me again? How dare she!" Julian paced back and forth inside the spacious room while continuously cursing roughly. His jaw clenched tightly until his neck veins stood out. His masculine ego was severely tarnished. Even though since this afternoon, his mind had been filled by the image of Vivienne's voluptuous body curves that he really wanted to conquer on his bed. He was already too curious, and this rejection made his pent-up passion turn into a burning anger.

I feel weird things inside my damn heart, it's throbbing. I was captured, tantalized, and mesmerized by her beauty. Yeah, I admit that she is damn gorgeous and almost perfect! But when I deny it to myself, I'm definitely fooling myself. Crazy, man! Damn! Shit! I snapped back to reality, but it can't help as I just found myself smiling at her picture right now, even after staring at it and closing the phone's screen. I collapsed back onto the bed. The hell, Adam! What have you done?!

she sobs and I hug her tighter as I glare at the club girls as they walk inside the clubhouse. “It’s ok princess, daddy will sort this out. I only want you and mommy ok? Don’t listen to them.” “NO, I WANT MOMMY, I WANT MOMMY!” Shit, she screams and thrashes. The men all look over and my dad and Blaze come over trying to calm her down, but it only makes her worse. We were having such a great day today and now it’s gone to shit because of meaningless words. Well, they are meaningless to me, but not to Rebel. She is hurt. They will fucking pay for this. Damn gossip. Why can’t women learn to shut their damn mouths? They know I’m only interested in one fucking woman. My woman!

Rachel had readily agreed to the suggestion and the first step in Janine's new plan was in action. During the early evening while the girls were setting up, Janine watched television and ruminated on her growing perversion. Rather than repulsing her, this time of reflection excited her. It was like she had sexually hibernated for years and now that she had returned all of her sexual desire from those years had built up to the point that it now completely controlled not only her subconscious mind, but her conscious mind as well. As she waited for the plan to spring into effect, she felt this desire rising even more.

The image of the brunette with honey-colored eyes, with the bearing of a Greek god and the arms of a Norse god, invades my mind. Julio is arrogant, nobody bleaches that, but not like this, not like Reed. Julio's arrogance comes accompanied by warm and sincere displays. I wash my hands. I turn off the potatoes and carrots that I have in a pot over low heat. I put them to drain and lean against the stainless steel table. I feel a bit lethargic, although nothing can spoil the release that occupies a lot of space in my mind. I've ended my thing with Reed. At last I feel that it is so. When I heard his voice, I didn't feel even a trace of unease, just an incipient irritation that ate at my patien