Steal Her Breath Novels & Stories

I stop breathing. He throws her down like she’s nothing, tearing the thin white fabric from her hips. She screams my name, but I still can’t move. He touches her, his hands everywhere, smirking like he’s already won. Then his mouth finds her breast, and he bites; hard. Her scream rips through me.

"I can do more than steal. I'm quite good at pleasure, I have been told." Her breath touching his neck sends shivers down his spine and his body awakens in a way it hasn't for a while and against his sound judgement, he moaned in response even though it was only her breath touching him. Knowing she had him under control just like she wanted, she caressed his neck with her parted lips and the hot breath from her mouth descended and goosebumps broke out on the skin of his neck while she unbuckled his wristwatch and taking it off she slid it into her pocket. He hissed out in need and grabbed her hair and he pulled her off so he could look at her and for a moment she thought he had figured what

Why is it suddenly so painful to breathe? What is this? Xanthea’s every step was deliberate, her walk corrupted by a dark, erotic elegance that dared the stalker. Her three piece black suit sculpted her figure with every crease and shadow intensifying her allure. The sleek, tailored cuts showcased her long legs as she strutted, her head held high, with a confidence that warned of the perils lurking beneath those clothes. However, the actual treason was committed by her defiant, fearless eyes when she lifted her gaze.

“Not tonight.” She nods, though she doesn’t look away. When I kneel again beside the bed, the cloth trembles in my hand. I start at her arm, slow and careful, wiping away the last of the Maze. Her skin warms beneath my touch. She doesn’t move. When I reach her throat, she whispers, “You don’t have to.” “I know.” But I keep going. She exhales softly. “This place keeps taking everything from us. The least we can do is steal something back.”

She was drained out of energy completely. "CELINE." he shouted from behind her, running towards her with long strides. She tried to run away from there as far as possible but the wound of her head and her drained out body made it difficult for her to keep open her eyes. She wanted to see Daxon and tell him what he did to her, how much he hurted her so Daxon will show him what it takes to steal what is his, belongs to him.

The front door suddenly swings open, and my words die in my throat. A woman steps inside the apartment. Blonde hair falling perfectly, a black bodycon dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, eyelashes so thick and long they could have their own zip code. And yeah, I’m a lady, but even I can’t pretend I don’t notice. She’s stunning. I blink twice. Three times actually. My carefully rehearsed confession evaporates into thin air. Rowan doesn’t even flinch. He walks to her, grinning like he’s been expecting her.

Melissa stood in front of her, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her manicured finger. “Well, well. I can’t believe you decided to show up in that outfit today,” she said, eyeing Brooke up and down with a smile obviously fake. “Brave choice.” Brooke didn’t flinch; she knew she would still make enemies and she can’t please everyone but now she couldn’t care less. She brought out a piece of gum and chewed slowly and said, “Didn’t think you’d show up in that much perfume; it seems like you’re hiding a particular stench.”

The sound it made was the softest hiss of a blade leaving its sheath. I twirled, posed for her to observe if it was the right dress that suited me. Then she stepped back and just stared. And I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Her eyes went wide, lips parted on a soft, reverent, “Holy fuck,” she whispered and I turned to the three-way mirror, impatient, curious, almost afraid to see what had stolen her breath. And the woman staring back wasn’t the girl who once got cheated on. Not the woman who’d been shattered and rebuilt in Caesar’s bed. She was lethal. She was power wrapped in silk and vengeance and she was every promise Caesar had ever growled against my skin made flesh.

My favorite flowers. My breath stuck and my tongue felt swollen and thick. I felt hot and sweaty and I was sure she could hear my heart doing strange gymnastics inside me. "Take a deep breath and act cool, you idiot.” Shade, my snarky dragon, said with a frown. We were as opposite as day and night. "How do I breathe?” I almost forgot how I had been breathing for seventeen long years. One look at her and I was floored. She was wearing a dress that almost matched her eyes. Her long black, silky hair fell to her shoulders like mystical waterfalls.

“He's just happy to see me here.” I waited while she checked in, and when the staff led her toward the elevators with her bags, I followed them. Her suite was on a lower floor than mine and Marie’s, but it was still as large and extravagant. The moment the door closed and the staff left, I turned to face her. “What are you doing here?” Blair didn’t answer immediately, instead she slipped her hand into her dress, straight down her chest area. I stiffened instantly at that, and watched her pull out a purple colored vape, put it on her lips and inhaled slowly.