Sugar Rush Novel Novels & Stories

​His lips met mine—warm, firm, and completely smooth. ​I had never been the girl with a long list of guys or a casual history of party hookups; I was the girl who secretly read romance novels under the blankets and genuinely believed in that full-body, cinematic type of love. And the second Malik's mouth pressed against mine, it felt exactly like the books promised. It was a dizzying, breathless rush that made the floor beneath my sneakers feel like it was tilting. My hands automatically found his broad shoulders, my fingers tangling into the short, crisp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as a sudden, dramatic warmth flooded my entire chest.

“So, what book are you reading?” “Uh,” she laughed nervously. “It's the Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen. It's a pretty cool book.” “Really? Tell me about it.” “Okay,” she drew her chair closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It's about a woman. Josie, who wakes up to find someone in her closet. Josie is unhappy with her life, and her mother's very demanding. It deals with magical realism in a very beautiful way.” Pride spiked in my chest, coursed through my veins. “You're so brilliant, do you know that?”

The look on Clint’s face was screaming, “Devour me, devour me.” I locked eyes with Clint and kissed him like I had never kissed anyone in my entire life. Passion, fire, no hesitation. “Oh, princess,” Clint murmured, pulling back just enough to make me ache for more. His hands held my face as his lips dragged away, slow and deliberate. “For a thirty-thousand-foot pleasure,” Clint said.“We shouldn't be in a hurry. It should be worth it. Billionaires don’t eat in a hurry.” He smirked. “Go have a shower. After that, I’ll treat you like the queen you are.

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 59 THE eyes of Connor are widening by his kiss… however, he is not complaining about it. Kiss is a normal thing for him but what shocks his body is the tongue of the handsome boy. It's whirling inside the mouth of Connor, and the taste of alcohol is lingering by the languorous movement. His brother tremendously trains this little wife of him.

Adrian leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface of his desk. The office was silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Through the vast floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline stretched before him—a glittering maze of lights and shadows. From this height, the world seemed small, insignificant. And yet, the unease in his chest refused to fade. Victory should have tasted sweeter. Richard was finished. His empire was crumbling. Every loose end had been tied up with ruthless efficiency. Adrian's company was secure, his enemies crushed. By all accounts, he had won.

What did she give me? I started to feel an uncanny sensation in my body. I was feeling an enhanced penile erection. What the hell. Did she drug me? Oh no. I don’t know what to do. God please help me. “Feel that?” she said with a wicked grin on her face. “I am so going to show you hell just let me get out of here” I said to her trying to control my desires as much as I could. ~Cassie’s POV~

Her tone turned sweet as honey as she murmured, "Look, Rush... you are the strongest and most desirable person I know, honey. But how about we have the diner first? And then go home to do whatever you want to do?" "We will do it again after getting home." Rush smirked and pulled down her panties, his fingers finding her centre of pleasure, "I will get you ready for me then." As the assault of fingers started, Eva gritted her teeth in frustration and anger, "You...! You are such a monster Rush Hemsworth!" An Hour Later

he ordered softly. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes met his, she fell into the storm of his gaze. It wasn’t just color. It was movement, like a tide pulling her under. He pressed his mouth to hers, finally, and the world split open. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot, deep, consuming. His tongue claimed her mouth like he had every right to. She moaned against him, her hands sliding up to his chest without thinking. The fabric of his suit felt alive, warming under her touch.

Always waiting. I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and reach for my robe, tying it with a precision that feels almost ritualistic. Control washes over me piece by piece as I stand by the window, the warmth of my coffee seeping into my hands, while I gaze out at the sprawling city awakening beneath me like a living organism. Last night was an indulgence. A transgression. Contained, but tantalizingly close to unraveling. I repeat it like a mantra, hoping it will inch closer to the truth.

“Drink. It’ll help with those nerves.” I took a small sip. The liquor burned smoothly down my throat, spreading warmth through my chest. “I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered. “And yet you are.” He turned toward me, his knee brushing mine. Even that small contact sent electricity racing up my leg. “Tell me why, little one. Be honest.” I stared into my glass, cheeks burning. “I don’t know. You… you said things up there that no one’s ever said to me.” “Like what?” He leaned closer, voice dropping. “Like how I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name? Or how I’ve been wondering all night how sweet that pretty little pussy tastes?”