Soft Moans

He pinned me against the wall. "You are nothing but trash from my past", he said. "Just a used toy from the past" a loud sound resonated in his office. Coming to my senses I understood that the devil was slapped. By me. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, afraid of his reaction. But his face was completely blank; he was touching the cheek I had slapped. I opened my mouth to apologize but nothing came out. Instead a pair of soft lips were roughly placed on mine like it was punishing me. Being the ex-wife of a billionaire is not fun. Especially when he promises you the world and in the end leaves you with nothing but just a suitcase of clothes. Claire White is the former Claire Knight, billionaire Adam Knight's ex-wife. Their marriage as well as the divorce was the most gossiped about and favorite topic of everyone in New York. During their marriage the headlines were: New York's most eligible bachelor marries the poor waitress within a week. Is she pregnant? Or just a gold digger who couldn't wait to get her hands on Knight's large fortune? And after divorce: Adam Knight finally confirms divorce with Claire White and states, she was just a gold digger. Now after 5 years Adam Knight is in California, both of them meet, sparks fly. But Claire is not alone now. She has a 5 year old daughter with her who looks nothing like Adam. Now Adam is one hundred percent sure she is a cheater who played with his feelings and his money too. So now he is hell bent on making her pay in every possible way. But secrets are revealed in the most unexpected ways. Is she really a gold digger? Or a victim of circumstance?

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

Dimitri Del Valle is a playboy. He is on top of his prime. A renown chef and a Billionaire, who don't believe in love, but when he meet Mary Jane Rosewood, he finally thought that she was meant for him. A soul mate, only that she is married. She is not a Miss, but Mary Jane is already a Missus. ** When Marry Jane meet Dimitri, she too was captivated. He made her feel what her husband lack. He is soft, caring and like a dream, where she left herself drowned on the magical moments they shared between lust, pleasure and...love. However, after that night, MJ disappeared without any trace. Gone without goodbye's, not until fate allowed the two to run across with each another again for the second time. The abused wife and the man who seeks love. Will his love won over her and overcome her fears or is she worth fighting for the love she couldn't give against his principles and his belief?

I promise I didn’t do anything that day”. He cups my face and stares deeply into my eyes.      “I want to believe you but I can’t”. I place my hands on his. I close my eyes and let the tears fall.    I feel a soft kiss on my cheeks trailing down to my neck. His hands move up my back as he claims my lips in his. My tears flow freely. He pushes me to the wall gently and claim my lips again. I let my hands do what they have been itching to do and run my fingers through his soft hair.   ******************************************   When Isabel Díaz finds out about her boyfriend and soon-to-be baby daddy’s betrayal on Christmas Eve, she packs up and leaves.     Two years later, she is unexpectedly transferred back to America. She later discovers that this is Jaxon Slade’s doing. Moving back there right before Christmas feels like déjà vu.     Will the health of their child bring them together and allow him to redeem himself or will it drift them further apart?

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.

They say love is blind. But in a world like his, blindness is a luxury. Aurelio De Luca. A devil. He doesn't believe in love — to him, it is a beautiful lie. He alone is the truth — and the truth is brutal. Cold. Calculated. To him, emotion is nothing more than a weakness. Until her. Snow. The moment he laid his eyes on her, something stirred within him — something dark, wild, and utterly uncontrollable. She doesn't make him soft — she makes him want. She's everything he isn't. Everything he doesn't want. Pure. Innocent. Her beauty haunts him. Her smile torments him. Her beauty? A curse. Her softness? A poison. She makes his body burn with a desire he cannot extinguish. She's everything his world has poisoned. He's never been this out of control. Aurelio is bound by a contract — a cold, unyielding rule that forbids him to fall in love. She doesn't understand the rules. She doesn't understand that to fall for him is to play with death. But she wants him — her desire becoming a threat to him and the entire Italian mafia. But Snow, like fire burns with an untamed desire — a desire he can't contain. He doesn't fall in love... But he's about to fall into an obsession. No, not fall. He's walking into an obsession.

Don Matteo DiCarlo is a ruthless mafia lord, feared across the city for his power and cold heart. When a wealthy businessman, Richard Thornton, defaults on a large loan, Matteo is dispatched to collect the debt. Upon arriving at Thornton’s mansion, Matteo is met with the grim realization that the once-wealthy tycoon is now nothing more than a broke fool, living far beyond his means by borrowing money from the wrong people. Desperate to save face, Richard offers his most precious asset—his daughter, Isabella—as payment. Matteo is initially repulsed by the idea. Isabella is soft, delicate, and far too weak for someone like him. She's the very picture of vulnerability, and Matteo has no patience for weakness. However, as the days pass and Matteo spends more time in her presence, he finds himself drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. Isabella, though fragile in appearance, hides a fierce resilience beneath her gentle exterior. The more Matteo tries to keep his distance, the more he’s tempted by the soft touch of her skin, the innocence in her eyes, and the way she challenges his cold exterior without even trying. As their relationship heats up, Matteo must battle his growing attraction to the woman he initially deemed unworthy. But Isabella has her own secrets and desires, and the line between debt and desire begins to blur as their chemistry intensifies, testing both their limits. In a world of power, corruption, and deceit, will Matteo be able to claim what is his without losing himself in the process? Or will Isabella be the one to change the Don’s heart forever?

Kira is an adopted daughter of a well-known heartless billionaire (Gerald Cranwell) who was sold by him into a contractually agreed marriage to the wealthiest family in the entire country to escape bankruptcy. Clueless Kira calm and collected could only just watch her life being handed over to a new home and her new world, tackling people from the highest society and struggling to look presentable before a husband she had never set her eyes on before. He never showed up at their wedding and she didn't know what he looked like in person. Trapped in a supposed marriage meant for two yet leaving alone, she grew tired of waiting and accepted her fate, living like a nobody and sleeping in her lonely world, not until a certain stranger crawled into her bed under the moonlight. Excerpts #1 She was dressed in her night attire, looking like a carved doll. Her eyes were shut and her brown hair which was as soft as a Pima cotton was spread wide on the soft pillows, her skin glowed underneath the light of the moon, which was the only light visible in the room, and her long lashes accompanied her pointy nose that laid beautifully above her rose pink lips. She enticed him. She made the beast in him growl out in desire. He craved her, he wanted her. Kira was in deep sleep when her nose caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. She didn't know what it was but her body craved it. She felt a certain presence but she was far too gone to wake up from her slumber. Unconsciously, her nipples hardened and her insides were on fire. She rotated on the bed as if she was been controlled and moaned and groaned as if she was being drugged.

A Biker/Billionaire/Mafia Romance With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder. Afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone. Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again. As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest... Shattered-Way down we Go" - A heart-wrenching tango of love, loss, and redemption unfolds as Marlowe Mills, the daughter of the president for The Sons of Morning Star MC, is secretly in love with Torin Montero, a member of her father's MC, who becomes her father's rival and her silent protector. However her love is torn apart by a brutal betrayal. When the embers of their past reignite, Marlowe finds herself in the treacherous embrace of a Mob boss's son, entangled in a web of obsession and danger. But fate has a twist in store: Torin lives, scarred and driven by his own vendetta. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, Marlowe must choose between the comfort of the shadows or the tumultuous dance of destiny.

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her