Novel & Cerita Reckless The Book

I said then I felt Lucas shifted, then a sigh of amusement followed. "I thought I asked Daphne to contact someone to fix it," he wondered. Then I turned my head to the side to meet his eyes. I didn't want to admit it. That Lucas and I were comfortable like this. Me on a robe using his thigh as my pillow, and him looking serene for the first time since I met him. The calmness was scary. I've never been this calm, this...intimate. It scared me to my core. Usually for me, good things come to an end and are followed by something horrible. Which was why I refused to think that me and Lucas are okay. We might not wish the other's death right now but at the end of the day, Lucas will be loyal to hi

"How could you possibly think it was okay to wander off in the middle of the night?" "It was -“ I start, but the next words stick in my throat like lead. The guilt starts to hammer at me for the first time since I devised the plan to slip out. The memory of Erbao sick and struggling before he collapsed in front of me plays out vividly in my mind's eye. What is wrong with me that I never thought of it? Or the scary possibility of it happening again... this time, while I was gone on some illicit rendezvous? "Try 'reckless' on for size," Kadeem spats out, disappointment oozing out of each word. "Or utterly insane."

she whispered hoarsely and held her hand out toward the girl. "It's..." Heather pointed to her book on the table in front of my sister. "Raven, are you blind, like Robin?" "I am." Heather wrapped herself around my sister and hugged her like there was no tomorrow. "Oh!" Raven gasped, then returned the hug with as much enthusiasm as Heather was hugging her. "Forget Robin, you're my hero. A blind author is the bravest thing I've ever heard of!'

Maxwell pov Am beIng careless agaIn. I dIdn’t mean to talk to her so rude, It just slipped out. Truth is, I wasn’t expectIng to see her so soon, not here, not like this. While I was outsIde wIth Matteo, I’d mIstakenly spilled my drInk on myself. Embarrassing enough, but worse, It left me stIcky and uncomfortable. So I rushed Inside to change. The maid carried my bag under Matteo’s orders, though It was heavIer than It looked. He insisted, so I didn’t argue, Just followed behInd her.

For someone who supposedly has her head screwed on tight I'm sure making myself look like a fool. Screw it, I'm leaving. I might spend my life missing out but I'm sure as hell no cliché. I grab my purse and turn around to leave when I bump into this hard, warm body. I lose my balance on these dumb heels my friends made me wear. As I feel I'm beginning to fall, the hard body reclaims me by grabbing my hip and pulling me flush against his body. That scent. That woody, manly scent. I can get lost in it and drift off.

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

I jumped into my car before locking all the doors and putting the key into the ignition. "Mila, put your headphones on and close your eyes," I told her in panic, and she calmly grabbed her iPad and headphones from her backpack. She followed my instructions while I struggled to start the car. Sudden continuous banging against my car window shook me to my core. I looked up and found a masked man harshly banging against my car window. I finally managed to start the car and sped out of the small parking lot behind the diner. I drove home as fast as I could in the snow. The roads were dangerous during this time of the year, but so were Mateo and his men.

To feel wanted and desired and like maybe, just maybe, some things were worth the risk. Even if they were complicated. Even if they were dangerous. Even if they could destroy everything. The candle flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls as the storm raged on outside. And I lay there in the darkness, caught between what I should do and what I wanted to do, with no clear path forward and no easy answers. Just the memory of his lips on mine and his voice saying, "Come to me when you're ready." The question was - would I ever be ready?

Fingers gripped leather tight, knuckles white, as flashes replayed: his scar-twisted smirk, the metallic clink of his chain against her back mid-thrust, the way her body betrayed her good-girl vows with shameless gushes. Driving home, stoplights blurring red-green, she couldn't resist skirt hiked, fingers dipping into the mess, scooping Rico's seed for a taste on her tongue. Salty-bitter, mixed with her tang, it fueled a fresh throb, clit circling lazily under thumb while merging onto highway. Cars whipped past oblivious, the risk spiking her pulse; one glance down from a semi, and her secret spilled. She came quick and dirty at seventy miles per hour, thighs quaking, juices soaking seat lea

Rosella Ross? I glanced up at the large, fancy clock hanging above Blake’s sofa, with a gold rim and a glass face that reflected the soft light in the room. The seconds felt louder than the silence in the room, ticking away far too fast. One minute was almost up. A sudden surge hit me—raw instinct, sharp and immediate. Survival. Fight. Do something before it’s too late. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to breathe as my gaze moved across the room—Blake, the guards beside him, the exit, before I tilted my head slightly, stealing a side glance at Lucien, my eyes barely shifting as I tried to read his next move.