Torn Between Love And Desire Novels & Stories

“But I think we can burn the rest of it down and start over.” I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve reminded myself that this was the same man who ruined my father’s career, manipulated my life into a cage of public spectacle. But the fire in his eyes… it matched mine. The need. The rage. The truth we both couldn’t unsee anymore. He bent forward, lips brushing against mine like a promise—not tender, not sweet. But raw. Demanding. It wasn’t love. Not yet. It was war. And I was finally choosing my side.

"The girl is right. The curse feeds on the broken bond, on the pain of rejection. Only by healing that original wound can it be truly destroyed." I felt rather than saw Lysander's reaction. A complex tangle of hope and fear and desperate longing that made my chest ache. "Delia," he said carefully, "you don't have to…" "I know I don't have to," I interrupted. "That's rather the point, isn't it? It has to be freely given, or it won't work at all." I studied his face, seeing past the fever and pain to the man I'd once loved with every fiber of my being. The man who'd hurt me so deeply I'd had to rebuild myself from the ground up.

The image of Theresa, with her lips slightly parted and her eyes dark with desire, burned in his retina. He had left. He had done the "right" thing. But with an absolute, terrifying certainty that took root in his core, he knew that this was not the end. It was only the intermission. The taste of the forbidden, of her perfume, of her near-kiss, of her warm skin, was imprinted on his senses, and now he was intoxicated, addicted. The war within him between duty and desire was far from over. In fact, it had barely begun, and the first battle made it clear that desire was a formidable and seductive enemy.

Because the desire that’s consuming me is as real as the guilt. And the city… the city burns. And I’m right at the center of the fire. Between the man who loves me tenderly... and the one who wants me like I’m his favorite curse.

Old wounds healed into scars that told stories of survival. That night in our chambers passion burned once more. Slower this time. Filled with whispers and promises. Ronan took me from behind. Hands gripping my hips. Mouth on my neck. We lost ourselves in each other until exhaustion claimed us. Lying in the dark with his arm around me I reflected on the journey. From the cell where he first claimed me in rage. Through hatred and blackouts and battle. To this. Mates. Leaders. Lovers. The title Broken Bond, Burning Desire had never fit better. The bond never truly broke. It burned through death and curse and pain. Now it illuminated our future.

This was crazy. Yeah, crazy delicious. The chorus to “Torn between Two Lovers” played in the back of her head and she sighed. Feeling like a fool… yup, the lyrics to the old seventies classic couldn’t be more right. Loving both men was breaking all the rules. Except rules were the last things on her mind right now. Not with both men and their amazing bodies close enough to taste. Theo and Marcus were everything to her, and she to them. She knew what they wanted. Both had made it clear they wanted her for their mate. Theirs. As in share and share alike.

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

He had not used it after that. He sank into his office chair and his aim was to start working on the millions of files before him but his mind failed him by derailing to the thoughts of his life. What had he been doing? What did he need? He had been thoroughly hunting for love,for a life partner,but the results so far wasn't satisfactory. Women had jilted him for no reason after they got what they wanted. Money.

She wanted him to move his hand upwards but didn't know how to make him. "See how fast you react to me. " Isabelle knew what he was doing and yet she just sat there doing nothing to stop him. How could she when her taut nipples ached to be touched? How could she when all she wanted was for him to make her forget about her mother even for a few minutes. "Work. " She whispered trying to put a distance between them. He hummed, loosening his tie with one hand. "Work can wait. " No matter how much the two of them tried to control themselves, the need to be in the each others' arms challenged them.

He whispered as he hugged her tightly "I love you too Taylor..." She whispered in his ear. Those words again made his mind go in a frenzy. "But I can't right now, I can't love you and at the same time have so much hate in my heart." She continued. "I want to make him pay for what he did to me Taylor" she said as she looked straight in the eyes. "I will help you with whatever you want, I'm right here.." "I know, but I don't want to get you involved Taylor, my father is a really ruthless man, he might hurt you if he finds out you are helping me.. and I can't live with that ." She shook her head multiple times.