Romans & histoires Romance Novels Black Is Front Center

I had complete faith in my love and my plan. Jonathan rushed over to me and shoved Katrina to the side. He was ready to attack my neck but I held his face and sucked his lips intensely. I kissed him chastely, my fingers running over his silky hair. I was confident that if our love was powerful enough, this kiss would fade away his thirst for blood. My lips drew up to a grin because he responded by sucking my lips. Our lips soon moved in unison. Through the corner of my eyes, I noticed the blackness around his eyes had vanished. This proved that my plan worked and also that our love was the strongest; no force, no magic could break our love.

Black was still perfectly naked, arms crossed behind his head and staring at her. The red suddenly rose to the young woman's cheeks. She had been unable to prevent herself from lowering her eyes and had 'unfortunately' seen his crotch. Bianca had a start as she suddenly became aware of the storm that was raging outside. She cautiously approached the bed and leaned against a dresser, crossing her arms under her chest. "Get dressed." Black pretended to stretch, demonstrating his impressive musculature. Then, he left the bed to come and stand straight in front of his soul mate. " I thought you preferred men in Adam's clothes to talk to you, Love."

Said a voice at the front of the hall. I looked at the person, I had no idea of what he was talking about. "You haven't received a number." The guy said to me. Without much thoughts I lifted my hand and yelled "Me." The man giving out the number frowned at the sight of me. I didn't wait up for his response, I walked straight to where he was. As I approached him, a desk clipped with the jacket. I tried to get it off gently, but it wasn't pulling off, I then attempted to pull it off with force and the jacket shred. It was a nightmare, I thought my shame was over.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

Chapter 3: Tension at the Table CASSANDRA Brady’s voice boomed through the front door like he owned the place. “Mr. Gray, good to see you, sir. It smells amazing in here. Is that your famous pasta?” I shifted in my chair, still feeling the slick mess between my thighs from what Alexander just did to me upstairs. My panties were ruined, and every little movement reminded me of his cum leaking out a bit. I crossed my legs tightly and tried to look normal.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

Like he was fighting himself. I broke away from the kiss gasping for air. My lips felt swollen and tingly. I looked right at him. His eyes were dark and wild already. I did not give him time to think. I grabbed the bottom of my tank top slowly . Pulled it up over my head inch by inch. Let it drop to the floor beside us. My bra was black lace. Simple. The one that pushes my boobs up just right. I could see his throat move when he swallowed hard.

“Oh yes… just like that. Please.” I didn’t care who heard or saw us. I didn’t care about anything but the dirty, sinful fire spreading through my veins as their hands and mouths claimed me in the dark. “Say my name,” Finn growled from behind, his rough fingers pinching my hardened nipple through my bra. “I want to hear you scream it—loud, Nova.”

"From this moment forward, if any of you wishes to touch me... you will have to go through the other two first. I am no longer the prize. I am the game." She paused, her thumb tracing the inner band of the platinum ring on her finger. "And remember this... in ninety days, I will return to New York. By then, the world will know who is the master and who is the dog. I suggest you all spend that time wisely." The frequency cut to black. The Black Rose fleet turned in unison, their hulls angling downward as they dived into the thermal layers where no radar could follow. They vanished into the blind spots of the world.

The silver necklace seemed lighter somehow, as if Adeline herself was telling me it was okay to move forward, to feel something other than pain. Roman's apology echoed in my head, along with the memory of his gentle touch. "Damn you Roman Blackthorn..." I whispered to the empty hall. "What are you doing to me?" The fire crackled in response, and I hugged my knees to my chest, waiting for news and trying not to think about how close I'd come to kissing the Alpha who had turned my world upside down. The same Alpha who was slowly, inexorably, working his way past my defenses, one quiet moment at a time.