Romans & histoires Ruthless Heart Roxy Sloane

Alessandro barked, “Stop it! I'm still here. You don't have any right to hit her.” “I'll never stand here and watch this little brat insult you” Adriana responded in defense. “Let me handle this!” Alessandro said, giving her a disdainful look. Sofia became paralyzed with fear as she watched her grandmother, dragged out of a room, wearing a transparent dress. “Mother!" Sofia coughed out as her breathing suddenly became clogged in her chest. Alessandro was truly wicked, he dragged Mrs Ross out of the house without anything to keep her warm. She was left on the cold floor in the room.

Her cheeks were flashed and her hair sticking on her face, it was like her body was wired automatically to keep running and no stopping not even once. A memory of a gun being fired, hard slaps that sent her in the walls and many nights of unaccepted sex made a sob escape her cherry lips, the pain that came along with such memories was slowly eating up her heart tainting it with darkness. It was too much to bear for her as another sob escaped her lips. Her dress got tangled within her feet helping her to trip on her own legs making her land on her face laying perfectly in the mud.

“The exact same way you always did, Sloane.” “Don’t,” I reply- too fast, too breathless. I want him to stop but my body remembers how much he owns me. But my voice isn’t steady. It’s unsure. It’s inviting- if anything. I’m doomed. “Rhett, We can’t- we can not” I say sternly. he pauses and processes for a brief moment, and steps back away from me, thank the heavens maybe I can gain some control of the situation. “I know,” he says with a growl in his throat that almost tears me apart “That’s the problem.” His thumb brushes my jaw, feather-light. Another touch. Another move. My skin hums where he touches me, every nerve screaming in memory. My heart tells me, we want this- we need this. But my

Candy spat out, the words fueled by a mixture of jealousy and peak arousal. "Is that true, Roxie? Is that what you want? To be used by both of us until you’re just a hollowed-out shell of a girl?" I asked, looking at my stepdaughter who was now weeping openly, though her hips were still bucking against the invisible force inside her. "Yes... yes, Dante, please, I want to be your slut, I want Jax to use me too, just please... don't stop, don't ever stop," Roxie cried, her resistance finally snapping like a dry twig.

“How do you plan to explain this? Are you feeling sorry for this woman because she’s gotten slapped by me? I see. It’s no wonder you’ve been putting so much effort into promoting this newbie to the public. It turns out that you’re having an affair with this b*tch?” Roxy covered her clothes and stood up. “I’m Mr. Gosling’s girlfriend. Who would want to have an affair with your husband? Besides, look at your husband. Who would fall for him?” Roxy managed to shock Roland in a sentence. He stared at Roxy with a meaningful expression. Roxy was not happy about the fact that she just got beaten, and even less so about having to admit her relationship with Roland. Thus, she could only use Zephir’s n

This woman has the ability to render a man to his fucking knees forever. “If I’d have known having a new haircut would drive you quite this insane and make you want to come undone in front of me, I would have had it all cut off a long time ago.” She slides the dress down and rests it on her hips. Her flat abdomen is on display with her own set of abs going on. Roxy works out a lot. She is always running, doing Pilates and Hot Yoga. It has put her body in the best shape possible. I admire how hard she works to stay fit and healthy and in prime condition not just for herself as a woman, but mainly for her wolf. “You are sexy, Roxy. You are driving me insane. I can feel my heartbeat thudding in

For some reason, his heart clenched, and he added, "She doesn't handle alcohol well. If she starts making a scene later, it'll disturb the other guests, and it'll embarrass you, too. You understand, right, Stella?" Ordinarily, I would've kicked up a fuss by now. But this time, I simply smiled. "Of course. Drive safe." Bryan frowned. It looked like he had more to say, but at the very next second, Roxy collapsed into his arms and draped herself all over him. With her cheek pressed against his neck, she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Let's go, Mr. Sable… My body's burning up… I want you so badly…"

He knew she had a rough past, but then it wasn't her fault. She was sold out by her parents to a club, because they needed money... They had to sell her out as a stripper. But he doesn't care about that. She was still a virgin and he loved her. So nothing mattered. She was His and he was Hers. That mattered. *************** Olive was on her bed, facing the ceiling. Her face full of smiles. Bruce loves her. Echoed in her heart but why isn't he saying it. I wanna hear it. She whispered, and bit her lips.

In fact, she'd looked almost frightened to find herself among the Devil's Set, and more than one of them had questioned why Roth had brought her on. That was a far cry from the woman who stood below him now. Her hair probably hadn't changed much, and even her glasses, though absent at the moment, still made an appearance whenever she needed to read something, but Sloane was far more complex than the scared, uncertain woman he'd initially thought her to be. She'd hardened during her time with the Set. Not only physically - though her skin was certainly tanner and her build more athletic than it had once been - but also in spirit. He knew firsthand the strength to be found in this woman. And t

When she's out of sight, Roxy clears her throat and I realize that I have been staring at Sabrina, shooting invisible daggers at her. "So, Bethany, huh? How may we help you?" Roxy asks, her voice is laced with pure sarcasm. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and leans against the door frame, scanning Sabrina from head to toe. "I come here in peace–" she begins but Roxy cuts her off. "Bullshit!" Roxy sneers while rolling her eyes.