Roy Mustang Vs Lust Novels & Stories

"You drive like you fight, and we’re going to have a very long night when this is over." "If I wanted a cheerleader, I'd hire a professional," Madison muttered. She slid into the cockpit. The seat molded to her spine, a tight, claustrophobic embrace. She flicked the ignition toggle. The engine behind her head didn't just roar; it barked, a guttural, predatory sound that vibrated through her teeth. Austin’s tuned Mustang pulled up beside her. He revved the engine, the sound tinny and desperate compared to the Lykan. He glared through the tinted glass, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Behind him, the starting girl raised a checkered flag.

“Or stop pretending you’re protecting me.” His eyes darkened. “You think this is a game?” he asked quietly. “You think power is something you can flirt with and walk away from?” “I think,” she said, lifting her chin, “that you’re the one who doesn’t like not being in control.” That did it. Lucian’s composure cracked—just slightly. Enough for her to see the truth beneath it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her. He was afraid of wanting her. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. Still no kiss. Still restraint.

“I know everything about you pretending to be a CEO, the money laundering, your bloodstained hands, all of it.” I leaned back in my seat, gently tapping my fingers on the arm rest. “Then you must know what happens to dogs who dare to threaten me.” “You don't scare me you piece of shit,” The caller laughed. “ The connections to the Petrov family. I know everything." “Congratulations to you.”

Lust. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed silently that he would not do what she thought he might. Despite the excruciating, stinging agony on her lips, Alexander did nothing to ease it. Her helpless struggle was all he could focus on as he sat there hovering over her. When he abruptly pulled the heavy cover off her, his eyes darkened instantly; her white dress had ridden up past her knees, exposing her creamy, soft thighs. Seeing her blood-stained chest and gushing lips only fueled his strong, twisted attraction to her. Emma hissed in pain when she felt him forcefully grasp her bare thighs. But she didn't move. It was happening—the horrific thing she feared the absolute most—but she menta

Noah drove a sleek Maserati, and Rhys prefered a woodland brown Range Rover Defender. "It's better than your death trap." The cat was defensive of his toys. That much was clear. He didn't like the way she insulted his car. "Yeah because this is a perfect example of a desperate need to prove one's superiority via more horsepower than a single person could possibly use?" Nora had never been more thankful for her height. He didn't have to pick her up and strap her in. Embarrassment would've been second hand. The jeep was five inches above the ground, she sent a worried look at her heels before deciding it didn't matter, she had been brought up in them.

' Gusto replied him, as they both continued their war of words through their minds. 'I can never be threatened by a minor like you, that doesn't even know how to put to good use of his little abilities... You might have been able to control yourself so that you can get here. But you know, you are no match for me!' Rocky boastfully made those statements against Gusto in his mind. 'All I have to tell you is that you better watch your back... The fire you are working on will eventually consume you soon!' Gusto replied as they continue battling with words.