Rebellious Desire By Julie Garwood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ten minutes in, the vibrations increased. I gripped the edge of my desk, biting down hard on my lower lip. The plug pulsed in deep, rhythmic waves, pressing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure rolled through my body in heavy waves. My thighs clenched together as I fought to keep my breathing steady. “Miss Parker,” he called suddenly, his voice perfectly calm. “Can you elaborate on how repression often intensifies desire?” I stood on shaky legs, my voice breathy. “Repression… creates a pressure that makes the eventual release feel… overwhelming. The longer one denies themselves, the more powerful the surrender becomes.”

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

6Maya. By now, I should’ve known better. I should’ve known that nothing reckless stays secret forever. But desire is a kind of madness, and in Julian’s arms, all my sense melted into want, into the thrum of something that felt too big and urgent to ever fit inside rules.

Fuck them! Alarms began to go off. Callie was a woman gone mad. The fact that she was jealous… The fact that she could actually be jealous… It was getting to her head. Everything was just so confusing. She was going to fuck them all up, Tristan would let her go. She was already getting on all their nerves… She would not stop, Callie was going to ruin his relationship with his brother. She would put a wedge in between them or die trying. Fuck it… They wanted to fuck with her… She would fuck with them right back.

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She poured all her hidden heat, desire, and pent up frustration into his mouth, tasting him hungrily. That single, desperate touch made Julian completely lose all his remaining senses. His brain went entirely blank. Every ounce of his strict restraint shattered into dust, and his body immediately turned rock hard with an unquenchable, roaring desire. He let out a deep growl against her mouth, his hands locking onto her hips to pull her into the flames with him.

Why do I let him do this to me? Am I actually doing this? Am I letting myself get carried into temptation like some idiot in a romance novel? My stomach twisted with guilt and excitement, the combination strangely addictive. I hated that he had this effect on me, the ease with which he could make me lose control. My thoughts bounced between denial and craving, rationality and want. I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t want this. But damn, I do.