Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

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.

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."

He just reached down, stroked between my legs like he was claiming something. “I saw your performance in my brother’s room.” My cheeks flamed. “I didn’t know there were cameras,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “You’ll learn. We both watch. But only one of us touches.” I didn’t sleep that night. Because I didn’t want to stop remembering his touch. The next day, I found another envelope. $5,000 this time. And a list. RULE 3: Mop the hallway blindfolded. On your knees.

Sienna Vance is a sports therapy royalty, dedicated to taking her hometown football team to the championships. But when Jaxson Cole, the arrogant, billionaire star quarterback for her team's fiercest rival suffers a career-ending knee injury, his powerful family conspires to buy out Sienna's contract. Forced to relocate to Jaxson’s lonely luxury estate in the a snow-dusted area of Tatra Mountains Zakopane, of Poland, Sienna expects annoying mind games and strong resistance fromJaxson,who on the other hand is determined to destroy her professional composure.Sienna is determined to fix his helpless situation and walk away. But late-night sessions created an intensity , leading to unexpecte

The shadows were like oily tentacles, reaching out for the living energy of the people on the platform. ​"Julian, the Shield!" I yelled. ​Julian didn't have the marks, but he lunged forward, grabbing Miller’s shoulders. He used his own physical body to anchor the man. "Elowen, do it now! Draw the fragment out before he loses his soul!" ​I grabbed Miller’s wrist. The "Forbidden Touch" hit us both, a violent spark of silver and violet. I reached into the cold darkness of his chest, my fingers closing around a small, jagged piece of what felt like frozen glass.

he uttered as he fingered her even faster. Tears came out of Stella's eyes, no one had ever touched her this way not even her own boyfriend Charles and now here is this man that she hardly knows, fingering the hell out of her, all Stella could feel was nothing but pains and deep down, she was already holding a grudge against him.

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

She had only reached out to pull away the Pillow covering his face, when he circled her waist, and touched her bum again. " I said come right down! " " I won't! " She fired back sharply. Her tightly clenched fist hammered against his chest. She didn't know why, but she was actually feeling explicitly stubborn to the burglary thief, who had kissed, and touched her without seeking her permission. " You touched me. I won't come down until I touch you too. " She rasped shamelessly in his ears, and he got a throbbing headache. Royalty slipped a hand underneath the pillow, and rubbed a slender finger on the bridge of his nose.