Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

Scraping her nails over the thin trail of coarse, dark hairs. “I like it when you touch me,” he groaned out as her hand snaked into his pants. Her fingers encircling his cock as she pulled his foreskin back. Swiping her thumb over the head of his cock, she felt the warm drops of pre-cum coating her fingers as his fingers moved closer to her sex. She shivered as he released her nipple with a pop. “Stolas, I want you to lay back.”

The only problem I have is David; always trying to bump me whenever he has the chance and every time he does I always tend to freeze up, but I can't tell that to Elliot. He wasn't doing much besides pushing me slightly when he bumps me on the shoulder, but I hate it whenever he does this. It disgusts me and it leaves a lingering burning sensation that stays with me. Having someone touch you without permission and that tingling feeling that gives you chills in the back of your neck. I woke up one morning after staying up late to do my English essay, but for some reason, I didn't want to leave. It wasn't because I was being lazy or tired, but I just didn't want to leave and I lay there quietly

She also saw the hand gesture that meant Lila found a way for her to escape. The maidservant finished setting up the table so she was forced to exit the cell. She just did that and stood behind the guard. Whilst he was locking the cell and was looking away from her, the maidservant clasped her hands together and, with all her might, she hit him right at the back of his neck. With a low guttural sound, the guard fell to the ground unconscious in no time. Lila hurried to unlock the cell before the other guards guarding the entrance would be suspicious of what was going on.

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

"You're the last person I want near me right now, which is funny because when we met, I couldn't get enough of you. The tingles and the mate bond were there, but now where are they? It's like everything just vanished." Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but I didn't give her the chance. Without another word, I turned and pushed the doors open. The icy wind pricking my skin as I ran up to my car. The drive back to my pack was a blur of rage and humiliation. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, but I barely noticed. All I could hear was the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for Zordon, the man who had stolen my mate.

God help the man who thought he could steal a glance at her. God help the man who thought he could touch her. God help the man who sent her roses. I’d burn his world to ash. Because there are lines you don’t cross. And touching what’s mine? That’s at the top of the fucking list.

In my previous life, my baby survived because my body held up. When I first came to Valoria, I never believed in fairy tales, so I kept my guard up. Andre would slip out of our bedroom every night. One time, I trailed him at a distance and watched him crawl into another woman's bed. I heard him whisper to her, "Just wait a little longer. I already have someone carrying my baby. Her blood will help you, and her baby can donate marrow for our son. Don't worry, I never touched her. It was through IVF. I'd never sleep with another woman. But I have to pretend I'm in love so that she doesn't catch on. It's exhausting!"

No kisses, no embraces, no casual touches, nothing without clear permission. This vow stands regardless of circumstance, regardless of desire, regardless of how much I want to break it. I will honor your bodily autonomy within these walls, giving you sovereignty over physical contact even though I've stolen your freedom." "And if you break this vow?" Sienna asked.