Romance In The Alley Novels & Stories

Revealing a hallway imitating a horror film with abstract art, blood red light, and the sound of screams from a speaker “Welcome to your doom” the guard gestures to go in, and I suddenly have the urge to put a bullet through his skull, but my gun has been taken away from me I pull Callie closer to myself “No matter what happens tonight, stay by my side, okay?” Her eyes, those beautiful, beautiful blue-gray eyes flash brightly, and then she does the most absurd thing. Callie stands on her tiptoes and brushes her lips with mine “No matter what happens tonight Romano Cappellucci” her whisper is hot against my lips “Just know that I see you, I love you ana I

, I didn't even hesitate. I didn't want to see him. My body, however, was staging a full-scale mutiny. The "usual spot" was a grimy alley behind a dive bar. Classy. I pulled up next to his obnoxiously sleek car and got in. The cologne, the same one he always wore, filled the space. "Hailey." His voice was a low gravel roll that went straight to my clit. Traitorous bitch. "Roman. Still parking in alleys, I see. Some things never change."

“Warm. Dangerous. Addictive.” Adeyemi smiled—small, knowing—then pulled Layla into a shadowed alcove between two shops. The alley was narrow, barely wide enough for two; the wall at Adeyemi’s back was cool stone. Layla pressed in—body flush against hers—kissed her hard, tongues meeting with sudden hunger.

Nothing. "I don't know," I gasped. "Search again." I did. Still nothing. The stranger swore, a harsh, cruel oath. "Then it's with him. That makes things worse." "Why?" They didn't reply. They glanced beyond me — and I did, too. A figure stood in the alleyway, framed in the wash of a half-dead streetlamp. Roman. Rain clung to his hair, the shoulders of his coat wet and dripping. He appeared to have emerged from some noir underworld — and in his left hand, reflecting even the faint light of the rain, was my coin.

"He was waiting in the alley. We talked, and then... we didn't talk anymore." "Oh my God." Bianca slid onto the stool next to me, her knees bumping mine. "Oh my God, Adele. You didn't." I lowered my hands and looked at her. "I did." "Sex? In the alley? Behind the diner? Where the raccoons live?" "We didn't plan it. It just... happened." I could still feel his hands on me, his breath in my ear. "He said he's going to change things. That he's not letting anyone come between us again."

He lifts a manhole from the side walk and nods for us to drop in. “You’ve got to be joking.” I say. “You know how much I love to kid around, Almara, but this time I’m not.” Robert replies. I recoil at the subtle reminder he and I used to date.Roman steps down, going about halfway and then turns to help Bess climb down. Once they’re in, there’s no turning back. I look around as if possibly seeing one last other route, there isn’t. Only what appears to be deserted buildings, graveyards, and shops advertising things I thought only existed in horror movies.

She moans out my name and I take the opportunity to push her purse down until it hits the floor, grabbing her hips and bringing them flush with mine. Lyla's hands go around my neck as she moves in to make the kiss deeper and I groan when I feel my erection pressing hard against her. Lyla quickly jumps up, making me catch her and bring her flat against the brick wall once more. Her hands quickly move between our bodies as she fumbles around for my zipper. Once she finds what she is looking for, she lowers my zipper and attempts to push my jeans down. We are in a back alley where people normally pass by, but I couldn't give two fucks if she doesn't.

The encounter was raw, unspoken, and utterly consuming. Their bodies moved in rhythm, the brick wall at her back the only thing keeping her grounded. The alley echoed with the muted sounds of their passion, her soft moans, his ragged breaths, the faint rustle of fabric against skin. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as he thrust into her with a ferocity that left her trembling. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins. The anonymity of the moment heightened her senses, every touch, every sound, every sensation amplified in the dimly lit space.

If she thought Dmitri was bad how did she handle Ace. "Did he hurt you?" "No, just questioned me. He did say something about letting Ace know he was kind to me. Oh and he promised Angelo won't harm me. As I said it was fucking scary, Ace. They flew me to Russia to have dinner with a worthless mob boss... shit! Sorry." Alley turned her head away from him. "I love you." He chuckled at her kissing her cheek. Those two were really strange. Alley hated the exact man Ace was and he ate it up as something adorable.

Ross tells me, seeing that he acted something strange. “I don't know…”But Ross speaks for me. “Maybe you like it? She asks me, raising an eyebrow. “No way, I'm not in love with that heartless guy.” I answered immediately. “Anyway, I'm already too drunk, time to go home.” Alice said, asking for her bill. After those drinks, the three of us went for a short walk to go to our houses, but before exiting through an alley that was full of street food stalls, we met two people who dazzled like diamonds among the black coal.