Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.

she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady. But before she could finish her protest, Leo’s hand slid under the fabric, his long fingers reaching for the apex of her thighs. Ava gasped, her eyes flying open wide. The warmth of his touch was unlike anything she had ever felt before—shocking and electrifying all at once.

He sprinted towards Stefen and shoved him into a broken branch, the tip of which went through Stefen's stomach. Stefen made a hitch as if it were the last breath he was able to take. With wide eyes Stefen touched the thing in his stomach that had injured his intestines, leaving little room for him to believe he could survive. Slowly, his eyes were closing as the life slowly snuffed out of his body. Liam came to a halt in front of Stefen and exploded, with all his might, "She belongs to me. No one can touch her or think about her. Jessica is mine, only mine."

hot. He was making a superhuman effort not to succumb. He should lock her up, call someone to help him take off that dress torn by that...bastard and... He should take a glass of water to calm his ardor. A hand touched feverishly his back and he guessed already that the young woman had left the bed... He turned to her... She was even more beautiful than in the toilet. " I know you want me..." At these words, she touched the swollen part of his pants.

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

"No stealing and no gambling. We cannot afford to do either of those things. We need to keep a low profile." "But I get scared and nervous and I want to steal." She whispered. "When you get scared or nervous, just hold my hand. You want to steal something, steal from me." "But I never want to steal from you." "You already have. My heart." "Take that and put it on a cracker, cuz baby that's cheesy." Jovie snorted. "I'm serious though. And you can steal kisses from me too." I smiled. She kissed me. "Like that?"

My fingers are gentle around his swollen joints and he watches my hands work and says nothing. “You could lose your scholarship,” I say. “He touched you.” “That doesn’t give you the right to—” “He touched what’s MINE.” I stop. My hands freeze on his knuckles. "Yours?" "The wrist. The game film. My name in your locker. And now this." I hold up his bloody hand. "You almost killed a man because he touched me." He doesn’t flinch. "I would have kept hitting him. If they hadn’t pulled me off. I don’t care what that makes me."