Novel & Cerita Sinful Desires Novel Katherine And Liam

Julienne I hated the way his eyes roamed over my body with reckless abandon. I could see his pupils darkened with lust as licked his lips. I felt naked and I wanted to cover myself but I forced my hands to remain at my sides. I made my decision and I had to live with it from now until his thirst for me became a thing of the past. “What happens now?” I asked, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze any longer. “I have a couple of business dealings to attend to. You don’t need to be here for them, the driver will take you home where everything else will be readied for you.” Daemon replied as he snapped his fingers.

Lydia’s breath hitched as Damian’s fingertips traced lazy patterns across her bare shoulder. The dim glow of the penthouse cast shadows that danced along the curves of her skin, pulling her deeper into the magnetic pull between them. Every nerve screamed for more—more touch, more heat, more of the dangerous promise in his eyes. But beneath the hunger, an ache lurked—questions she dared not voice. The secret Damian guarded, the stakes behind the Ten Sinful Commandments, and the dark consequences that waited for them both.

She scoffed, her face morphing into an ugly shape as if she tasted something bile. “I don't intend to get together with him,” I confessed. “I just wish to…put the past behind us.” Sighing, I looked up as another thought crossed my mind. “Do you think he will want me after what happened? I can't give him an heir anymore, and—” “Shut up.” She rose from her chair and hugged me. “There's nothing wrong with you, Lia. It's not your fault.” “It is.” “No, it's not.” She broke from the hug and placed her hands on my arms. “It's not your fault, Lia. Mark caused all this. You are not at fault.”

And yet here I was, craving the taste of him like it was the only thing keeping me alive. I hated him. But God, I wanted him. Christophe must’ve seen the war written all over me, because he leaned in again, his breath brushing the shell of my ear. “Fight me all you want, Katherine,” he whispered, low and sinful. “But when I touch you… when I kiss you… your body tells the truth.” A shiver shot down my spine, my thighs pressing together instinctively. I hated that he noticed. His gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, to the way I fidgeted under him, and his smirk deepened.

But… There's an escape for you, Go to the altar today to get married to Damien, but when the priest asks you if you will ask him as your husband, say no, shock the congregation and most importantly, Damien, Shatter his heart into pieces and you shall be free if the pain that I will rain on this family. A pain much worse than death. Love, Katherine Sinclair. My whole body shuddered with fear as I read its contents. How did the note get here? Did Katherine have an inside man at my wedding?

Just … eyes meeting at close range, with nothing in the space between them that either of them had put there deliberately. Ken's heart was doing something he was not going to name. And at the same time, Liam's chest had a feeling in it that he did not have an exact word for. ‘I am supposed to hate him. But why can't I?’ The thought arrived in both of them simultaneously … not identically, not at the exact same second, but close enough that if either of them had said it out loud, the other would have recognised it immediately. The room was still watching till this point.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

"I need... I need to come. Please make me come." "Not good enough," Elden hissed, his thumb sliding into my mouth, forcing me to suck on it. "Be specific. Admit how dirty you want it. Tell me you want your husband's brothers to ruin you." "I want it dirty," I sobbed, the words tasting like copper and sin. "I want your fingers inside me... I want to be used until I can't think of his name anymore. Please, Elden. Use me." He smirked, a cruel, beautiful expression. He guided me back to the couch and knelt between my legs.

I Seduced My Boss’s Elegant Wife Until She Became My Desperate Little Slut Three weeks of getting fucked senseless by Damien had turned me into a greedy little addict. His cock was incredible. Thick, relentless, and always leaving me leaking his cum on the drive home. But the more he used me, the more I craved something even more forbidden. I wanted to corrupt his perfect, ice-queen wife. Elena Harrington was everything I wasn’t. Elegant, poised, rich, and always so fucking composed. The kind of woman who wore silk robes and pearls while drinking morning coffee. The thought of turning her into a dripping, cheating mess made my pussy throb every time I saw her.

(Elena's POV) I suddenly felt the urge to go for confession; That's the only way I knew I'd see him after his "jealousy show"...I told myself "it was just confession," a normal and right thing to do as a catholic, but the thoughts underneath were different.I had been carrying too much for too long and the weight had started to show up in small ways — distracted prayers, restless nights, the persistent low-grade awareness of something unresolved living in my chest. But I still had an aim of seeing him after confession...It had been announced that other priests are coming to hold confession in the parish, so this was my opportunity to confess my sins before adding more to my judgment book...