Romans & histoires Too Sexy For My Love

"Is that the love you want? A love that could kill you any minute? A love that would constantly keep you on your toes? A love that you fucking hate?" I scoffed—a way to conceal what impact her words had on me. This love that I was desperately chasing, was going to be the death of me. It had me walking on eggshells, it had me lying over and over and over—our love was toxic but toxic was addicting and I was already addicted to a fault. "Is it about the sex? I can do all that for you, I am woman enough, Ricardo, if only you could look at me just once," Theresa bawled.

Love Love ~.............................~

I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************

Then he turned to me and said, "Tabitha, you were so innocent and full of life back then. But I got used to being with you, and we lost that sense of excitement over time. That was when Sasha came into my life, and I couldn't hold back. "But I can't let go of the years we've shared. Come back with me, and let us start over again. Pretty please, Tabby?" I couldn't believe how shameless he was. To say he had seen his past love for me in someone else and do it so brazenly… It was utterly absurd. Sasha stood frozen, wiping her tears as she slowly processed his words. "Then what about our child? If you don't care about the baby, I'll jump right now!"

she stated, wearing her sunglasses and went out of the Cafe Making Marcus feel intimidated on hearing her threatening with Liam Roberts.... She walked towards her car, while brushing her hair with her hands, taking a huge sigh as she sat at the driver's seat "Why does everyone think that I love that damn brat?"she uttered remembering the words of her ex boyfriend that she kept on hearing from everyone's mouths Whether be her friend's, her employees, his friends, her parents and her past ex boyfriend's "Can't we just have sex together? Why must they assume that we love each other "she ranted, crossing her arms while biting her lip

he asked curtly. Max hesitated, then blurted out, "I love Mira, okay? I don't know if it's real or not, but I feel something for her that I've never felt before." Ethan's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the implications. Max, his playboy brother, who had a reputation for being heartless and carefree, claiming to have feelings for Mira?

My breathing became uneven. My chest felt unbearably heavy. Suddenly, I hated everything about myself. I hated my reflection. I hated my stretch marks. I hated the weight I had gained. I hated the tears. I hated the loneliness. Maybe Lucas was embarrassed by me. Maybe everyone was. Maybe I had become impossible to love. That thought shattered something deep inside me. I rushed upstairs and entered our bedroom. The room no longer felt like ours. It felt like a museum preserving the remains of a dead marriage.

He chuckled. "I won't have you talk to me like that Ethan." My voice became teary. "You know, I wonder how I married you and suddenly began to feel some love for you. You aren't even my type of girl and yet I put my dick in you every time I feel horny." "Ethan!!" Shhh, he placed his hands on my lips. "You should be thankful I make you happy each time we have sex." He smirks ridiculously. "Even after your unwillingness and fake claim that you weren't going to marry me. You still fell for my money and here you are enjoying every bit of my touch and kisses. You're such a lowlife."

"The room is soundproof for reasons like this. Be as loud as you want, baby. No one will hear you." He thrusts sharply, causing a loud moan to escape as my eyes roll back. His pace was almost painful. I kiss him roughly just as my orgasm rips through me. My legs start to feel like jelly. He releases a soft moan as he slows his pace. I lay my head on his shoulder as I pant aggressively. "I love you," I breathe. He kisses my shoulder blade. "I don't have a problem giving you another lesson on what's yours if you would like?" I let out a small chuckle.

I found myself saying whatever came into my mind "Ooh no. It's not weed, my dear." He said, moving to the side before me, caressing my cheek, "its love. I am drunkard in love with you" I tried to push him away, but he was too heavy. He stunk of alcohol. My body gave way. "What have you done to me?" I asked in a confused state