Skin In Cursive Novels & Stories

His hands feel cold against my hot skin and it won’t be wrong to say that he is doing his best to trace my wrists sensually while he removes the handcuff from my right hand. I hold my breath back when his teasing fingers touch my palm in a slow motion. Heat shoots down to my core, making me press my thighs together as he closes the distance between us and whispers in my left ear. “ Why are you squirming, hot lips?” ******** When Valentina Morgan joined hands with the enemy to take down the Mafia of her own boyfriend, little did she know she will be facing the biggest manipulator in all history, Matteo Vitali. He is every bit of the type of controlling men she hates but the six feet four, sex on legs man, can attract even the dead. And soon she falls in line of the people wondering if they should let go of everything and enjoy the nights of passion in the arms of the biggest manipulator_____Matteo Vitali wanted Valentina Morgan, the moment he laid his eyes on her pouty pink lips and when she is in his hands, he will be damned to give up this chance to bend her at his will even if he has a secret which can break her beyong repair, because he admits. “ She's mine ”

Warnings 🔞Enter with caution. This collection explores taboo desire, power imbalance, infidelity, and morally complex relationships between consenting adults. Boundaries will blur. Lines will be crossed. Not every choice is meant to be justified—only felt. If you crave stories that are safe, this isn’t for you. If you crave stories that linger under your skin… Welcome. Rules weren’t just bent. They were broken—slowly, deliberately… and sometimes in broad daylight. Desire doesn’t wait for darkness. It strikes in quiet offices, behind closed doors, in places where it shouldn’t exist— and between people who know better. A stranger who was never meant to matter. A marriage that wasn’t yours to touch. A connection that should have stayed buried, ignored, denied… but didn’t. These are stories of consenting adults who step past the line—and keep going. Not because it’s right. But because it feels too good to stop. This collection is not soft. It lingers. It tempts. It dares. It darkens makes your toes curl and gets your mind messily hot. Because some cravings don’t fade in the light. They follow you. Sit with you. Whisper again. And once you’ve tasted them— you don’t forget. You don’t regret. You want more

BLURB My Joy knew no bounds until I heard the heart shattering words that piece through my bone marrow, my skin tore apart and I sucked myself in like a snail in its shell. “Sofia, I know you love me but the heart belongs where it belongs. I can no longer be with you Sofia because the heart belongs to the woman that is pregnant for me and she is also carrying my heir. I love her way more than the way I love you” What kind of rejection can be worse as that? I knew the moment the wolves looked at me and the next step was to stay away. I ran into the hands of the man that kicked up my ignition and taught my hands to war, but it was left for me to know if it was something to embrace or retard. Lycan Adam claimed that I was his and he wouldn't share me with anyone and he proposed that he had found something he lost a long time ago even if he doesn't know exactly. Will Lucas be worth my stand when the time comes? I'll I still love him even after the rejection or be with the man who taught me to be a great warrior? What will be my future if I later settle with the one the moon goddess hasn't mated me with me? What’s my secret?

Isabella Martinez's father died when she was eighteen years old. She had been separated from her mother at an early age and had no knowledge of the business her mother was involved in with her new husband. After her father's death, she is pushed into her mother's world, where she meets her husband and her husband's son, Alex. Alex is unlike any male she has ever encountered; he is cruel and demanding. He's harsh and intimidating. Alex was known to instill dread in individuals merely by glancing at them. Isabella is unaware that he is the world's most dreaded Mafia Don. Alex claims Isabella is his own the instant his eyes meet hers. Her stepbrother is a womanizer who astonished everyone when he claimed Isabella. Isabella is terrified and despairing; will she learn to accept her stepbrother into her heart? She shouted out, "Y-You can't do that." ❝You are my brother.❞ He chuckled at her as his fingers gripped her tiny lace underwear. ❝I am not your brother, neonata.❞ His lips were on her neck, nibbling her skin and moving down to her breast. ❝ Why are you doing this? She asked, biting her lip as his tongue touched her bud. ❝ Because you are mine.

Lilian Reed is a determined young woman, working at the exclusive Shadow of Sophia club to support her dreams of becoming a nurse and leaving behind the exploitation by her stepmother, Diane, and her stepbrother, Liam. But her life crumbles when Diane sells her for a fortune to the feared Cassian Moore, a mobster whose presence exudes power and danger. The first encounter between them is marked by a brutal rescue and a gaze that burns like fire, planting the seeds of an irresistible sexual tension. Trapped in a dark agreement, Lilian is dragged into Cassian’s underworld, where each touch of his, firm on her chin, warm against her skin, threatens to dissolve her defenses. Every whisper laden with promise pulls her into an abyss of desire. Between the fear of being consumed and an overwhelming attraction, she proposes to work to pay off her debt and earn her freedom, but Cassian has other plans. “Understand once and for all, Lilian Reed. You belong to me now. You will work for me and answer only to my orders,” he declares, sealing the agreement with a brutal kiss that leaves her body trembling and her mind ablaze. As memories of a painful past resurface and danger closes in, Lilian struggles to resist the mobster's dominance, but will her heart be surrendered to him before she escapes this hell?

“I hate you.” His growl reverberates against my throat at my words. His mouth drags slowly along my skin, deliberate. Punishing. Claiming. My pulse betrays me. I want him to kiss me. Goddess— I need him to kiss me. I need him to do more than kiss me. But he doesn't. How he loves to toture me. He pulls back just enough to breathe against my lips. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to reach out and haul his face back unto my skin. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to start spouting out all the nasty things I need him to do to me. “Again,” he breathes against my lips. “Tell me how much you hate me.” “I hate you,” I rush out. “I hate you so fucking much.” “I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.” A dark sound leaves him. I fall in love with that sound. Immediately And then he’s kissing me. Like hatred and hunger are the same thing. And this time, he isn't stopping. ***** In the Eastern pack, power is currency. And Mia just became The New Alpha's favorite investment.

"Spread your legs and use your hands, my little dove," his voice was rough, a dark whisper that curled into my skin. My body trembled, traitorous, yet I obeyed..because I never resisted him. I couldn’t. Even when his words bound me tighter than any rope, even when shame burned my cheeks, my fingers still moved at his command. I'm Amara Blake. At home, I’m nothing. The unwanted daughter. The mistake forced to live in her sister’s shadow. A living Donor. A spare part to my sister. Scorned by my mother, hated by my father, reminded daily that my only worth is keeping myself “pure” for Nina’s sake. But with him… purity doesn’t exist. Professor Black doesn’t see me as a burden. He sees me as temptation. A secret waiting to be ruined. Every time I walk into his office, I feel the weight of his gaze…hungry, dangerous, claiming. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t crave the way his voice curls against my skin like a promise of sin. But I do. And when his hands finally touch me, I realize one truth…I’m no angel. I was made to burn. MY PROFESSOR SIN

Warning: This story contains explicit scenes and is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. “You said you’d never touch me again.” “I lied. And you like that, don’t you?” “Ten Sinful Commandments? Sounds like a church gone wild.” “More like a sin you’ll beg to confess.” Lydia Grace thought she left her past—and him—behind. But when she walks into a luxury club in Milan and locks eyes with Damian Moretti, the dangerously dominant man who once made her break every rule she lived by… it all comes flooding back. He’s powerful, seductive, and hiding a secret that could burn the world they both know. But Damian isn’t just here to rekindle the flames. He has a plan. One that involves ten unholy rules, whispered against her skin—rules that tempt her deeper into a game of control, surrender, and secrets. “You want me to obey you?” “No, sweetheart. I want you to crave it.” But Lydia has secrets too. A broken past, a ruined family legacy, and a dangerous mission that puts her right back in his arms… and at his mercy. Ten commandments. One forbidden man. And a past that won’t stay buried. Obsession is the first sin. The rest? You’ll have to beg for them.

"Can I taste you down there?" He said and I swallowed. "I want to claim you." His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breath. "When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you." His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident—no he was confident. "Even if it's for a night." “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to inhale the sharp of your breath as blood rushes through your body. Tell me bunny, are you wet right now?” He asked and I inhaled sharply. He growled. She was Fire, and he wanted to consume every bit of her. It was supposed to be a one night of fun, letting go and celebrating graduation from college. That was all Emma had bargained herself for. He was Gideon, the owner of the biggest club in New York and few other countries. A typical player? No that wasn't the type of man he was, but that didn't mean he didn't mind having some fun occasionally. Or maybe more than occasionally. What then happens when the one night of fun revolves into a forever when an unnerving situation binds both parties together? Would they be able to make the best out of the situation or would it turn out to be a disaster?

"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless billionaire finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)