Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

He had plans for every moment, every interaction, every casual touch. Throughout the rest of the day, Justin worked diligently alongside Maya, ignoring Lola's suspicious glances. At every opportunity, he sought to touch Maya, trying to recreate the connection they once shared. Each touch was calculated, an attempt to subtly insinuate his constant presence in her life. Lola, watching from afar, felt a growing unease, a sense that something dark was unfolding before her eyes.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

His car is the reason why he was finding her brother. But, wait, it’s not right. “Maybe, you got it wrong. He will never use someone’s car without permission.” She stepped backward when Charles started to walk near to her. “Stop defending him. We have CCTV cameras in the house, and I confirmed that he was the one who took my car.” Kirsten suddenly felt afraid when she noticed that Charles had changed his expression. He looked mad while looking at her and as if he would bite her.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

He moaned loudly, the sound vibrating against my lips, and just like that, he forgot all about our audience. I shoved his shirt up and off in one rough motion, tossing it aside. My hands roamed over his bare chest, thumbs flicking across his sensitive nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. “These are mine,” I growled against his skin, pinching one sharply. Gavin gasped, his back arching into my touch. Stella settled herself on a stack of clean tarps in the corner, legs crossed, watching us with hungry eyes. “Fuck… this is hotter than I imagined,” she breathed, one hand already slipping between her thighs.

They wash me like I’m their most prized possession. Marcus holds me up while Riley shampoos my hair, fingers massaging my scalp until my eyes roll back. Vanessa kneels, soaping my legs, kissing every bruise, every fingerprint left on my skin. Jax washes my tits slowly, thumbs circling my pierced nipples until they’re hard again, then leans in to suck them clean of dried cum. There’s no frantic fucking this time— just sensual, possessive touch. Fingers slip inside me to clean,

He was playing a game, taunting me with the promise of his touch. The air in the room felt thick with tension. His hand, slipped under the table, found its way to my gown, tracing the delicate fabric, and sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fingers, bold yet gentle, moved up my thigh, reaching the edge of my panties. I held my breath, my body responding involuntarily to his touch, the sensation almost unbearable.

As his right hand continued to move in and out of Vivian's warm cave below, his left hand began its journey around Vivian's body. Vivian believed Steen was experienced in this field. How he skillfully held her body with one hand but that same hand was still able to tease her front body was enough to prove that the man was indeed experienced. It could be seen from how the man was even able to use his left hand to slip under Vivian's bra before playing with the girl's hard nipples under the silk pajamas. His three fingers were still in her hole, while the man's left hand was on her chest, and Vivian felt like she was flying in the sky even though there were no wings behind her back.

How am I supposed to know who touched me without seeing them? My throat tightened. “And if I’m right?” “Reward,” Luca smiled. “Touch. Praise. Permission.” It felt weird seeing him without the usual blank look on his face. But I didn’t hate it. I was breathless before they even began. The blindfold went on. And the world fell away. I didn’t know whose fingers stroked down my sternum first, but they were calloused—slow, teasing, dragging along every nerve ending like they knew exactly what strings to pluck.