Sweet Temptation Cora Reilly Novels & Stories

My cock jerked, fully hard now, curving up against my stomach like it was pissed I’d even tried to starve it. I slammed a palm against the tile, head dropping forward, water streaming down my back. She didn’t even know. She had no idea how perfect she was. Not stick-thin like half the girls downstairs—no. Sabrina had curves that made my mouth water. Full breasts, hips I wanted to bruise with my grip, an ass I still felt in my dreams. Flesh in all the right places. Soft where I wanted soft, tight where I wanted tight. My hand moved before my brain caught up, wrapping around my cock, fingers barely meeting because I was so fucking hard it hurt.

The way everyone else orbits around them says enough. At the head of the table is a girl with hair so glossy it reflects the overhead lights like spun gold. She doesn’t eat so much as toy with her salad, her manicured fingers slicing leaves into smaller pieces she never bothers putting in her mouth. Every time she laughs, the sound makes the room tilt a little toward her, like gravity itself bends to her will. She’s not just beautiful. She’s terrifying. And I know without being told—this is the queen bee. Her name, whispered in the halls this morning, was Victoria Hale. Daughter of some real estate mogul, old Blackridge money. Her family has enough property in this town to own the ground we’

Working in his immediate sphere—seeing the formidable corporate titan in his natural element while keeping our scandalous, profound dynamic completely hidden from the rest of the world—was infinitely more thrilling than anything I could have imagined. "No one will know our connection," I said, a soft, confident smile settling on my face. "To everyone in that building, I'm just Beverly Jones. A university student completing her compulsory internship." "And to me," Damian murmured, his hand shifting to grip the leather collar firmly, pulling my face inches from his chest, "you are mine. Submit the form, Beverly." "Yes, Master," I whispered, completely consumed by the dark promise of his comman

Cora could no longer stand by and watch her sister get tricked, and she was determined to expose this rogue's true nature tonight. With Lydia clinging to his arm, Derek enters the lodge's luxurious private council room. He is immediately met with Cora's hostile, yellow glare from across the table. Cora has shed her white healer robes and is dressed like a noble pack heiress, wearing light makeup that exudes an air of innocent sensuality.

“If I don’t let you go, you already won’t be able to get a single cent from me. Furthermore, I’ll even be able to make a fortune for myself by exploiting you. To be honest, Sabrina, I’ve seen many girls who sell off their bodies. However, from just a single glance, anyone can tell that they’re cheap and dirty. You’re completely different from them. Though Miss Lynn told me that you were a prostitute too, your experience living in the big city must have given you a special charm. And you’re quite beautiful too. My dear cousin, you are a valuable asset to me, I’ll be able to make a fortune out of you. Haha!" Coral’s ruthless laugh echoed in the car. Unbeknownst to Sabrina, there was actually a

Well, Carter, the badboy-looking snobbish icy man, seems to be her type. "He won't introduce me to his bandmate, he'll just tutor me." "Whatever the case may be, Ade, is Zeeve not your type?" I was unable to respond to her query because I noticed Cielo coming out of our vehicle. I turn my head to look at Sancha, who had also noticed Cielo. "Hmm, your driver is quite attractive." She said in a flirtatious manner. "You were just gawking at Millenium Dreams earlier, and now at my driver? I had no idea you were also a fan of the elderly."

she brings out the jar of cookies from the deep pocket of her robe and opens it. If you are a fan of Steve Harvey’s Think Like A Man, Act Like a Woman, you would understand the double meaning of the previous paragraph. “Oh, thank you so much, Kayola,” Keevan grabs the cookies and stuffs them into his mouth, downing them with the medium-sized bottle of milk. “You must be hungry,” Kayola observes. “Didn’t you get the extra food I sent?” she asks. “I did, sweetheart,” Keevan says and Kayola feels her nipples harden at the sound of ‘sweetheart’. “It’s just that I find your cookies irresistible,” he says and looks into her eyes, simultaneously licking his lips. Kayola feels herself go wet with de

I swallowed the lump in my throat since I saw Franco approach them to greet them, and so did his father. My feet were even more restrained when the emcee spoke on stage. He welcomed the presence of Saavedra and the arrival of Elliesse, who is a well-known model of the country. I bit my lip even harder when I saw him go up on stage with Clarence. My heart twisted a beat, I did my best to ignore it, but still, I could feel the hot coal placed in my chest.

The table was full of snacks and drinks. “Did you two pick a movie” she asked as she sat down with a bag of gummie bears and a bag of popcorn. “Yeah, we decided on an action. I was going to go romance but James thought that might be a bad idea” “Yeah, my head is probably not in the right space for romance. Action on the other hand sounds right up my alley” She shoved a handful of popcorn mixed with gummies into her mouth and smiled at me. She then reached for the chocolate. I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat.

"I don't really know the story behind this orphanage, but I heard Mr. Enzo built it in memory of someone... a lady." "His first love?" The question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. I shut my eyes in embarrassment as I mentally scolded myself. Asking that question just made me sound like a jealous lover—I’m a bit jealous, though. As if she sensed my jealousy, Cora quickly spoke in Enzo's defense. "Don't get the wrong idea, Mrs. Enzo. Ever since I knew Mr. Enzo, he's not kept random women around." "Hm," I hummed simply.