Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

I don't know why I was trusting him this much but…there was a feeling deep down in my heart that made me feel safe and protected around him. "No one else has the permission to touch you, only I."He said possessively and Mia groaned in my head. He slipped his hand between my thighs and touched my sweet spot and I moaned. I wasn't wearing any panties. "We need to get you cleaned up before the doctor comes to check on you," Luciano said and I grunted at his words. Why did he get me so high and then leave me like that? Heaving a deep sigh, I tried to calm down and ignore the aching feeling between my legs.

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"

Slipping my fingers into his hair, I knotted my fingers behind his head and pulled him closer. When our lips touched, a small gasp escaped between my lips. His hands gripped my hips as I kept teasing him. Licking and kissing until he responded. His arms pulled me closer and my heart started to race. I had been fighting this for so long that the rush of feelings when it was finally about to happen was almost overwhelming. He gripped my buttocks and carried me to the bed where I ripped off his shirt with such force that the material tore. His kisses burned my skin as his hot lips touched my cold body.

He leans over me and runs sloppy kisses over the back of my shoulders and neck. I shiver again in disgust and put my concentration back on my hands. I open them up so that as he thrusts forward; he lays his stomach over my hands; I concentrate on heating them up, wanting to burn him; I am surprised when he pulls back on a yelp and I turn just slightly and see two small burn marks when my hands were touching.

But now, their relationship had come to this point. It would be a waste not to touch it... With this thought, her drowsiness immediately disappeared. Like a thief, her small hand moved discreetly and silently, beginning to explore as her legs trapped between his rolled back and forth on his muscular calf... Suddenly, a hand firmly grasped her hand and pulled it away... "If you continue touching, you take responsibility..." Oh my god! What a rascal! Fiona Forger almost screamed out loud; this guy was indeed a rascal!

Ah fuck! I look up and there he is standing so close to me that our bodies are touching, and I can feel how muscular he really is. "Give them to me... please." his tone softens with his words, but I can't... I need these. I shake my head but he doesn't move. "I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't. I need them. Can't you just pretend that you never saw me... please?" I look down at the ground as a wave of shame washes over me as once again I find myself in front of this man after he's caught me stealing.

I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.

We moved closer during a playful splash fight, our bodies brushing accidentally at first. Then it happened. We wrestled lightly in the deeper end, my hands on her waist as I pretended to dunk her. In the struggle, my palm slid up deliberately, grazing across her breast. My fingers brushed directly over her hardened nipple, feeling it pebble even more under my touch through the thin cloth. Stella let out a soft, involuntary moan that shot straight to my groin. Mhhmm…Her eyes widened in surprise and something deeper, arousal flickering there before she could mask it.

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,