Uncontrollably Fond Story Novels & Stories

Damn, can I really control myself? TO BE CONTINUED

He looked back at me, his expression unreadable but intense. "You want me to leave?" he asked. His voice was low and steady, offering me a choice I already knew I wasn't going to take. I shook my head before I could even process the thought. The biological pull of ovulation, the presence of these two men, the sheer taboo of the moment—it was too much to turn away from. "No," I breathed. "Stay."

I wouldn’t be able to hold on to my restraint if this kept up. “Why did you stop?” Her eyes snapped open, catching me off guard. “Am I bad at it?” “No, you are great,” I said, then took a deep breath as I thought of how to word my next sentence. “It’s just that I don’t think you understand what is at stake here.” I paused, waiting for her to come back to her senses. Maybe pull back or something, but she doesn’t. She remains still, waiting for me to continue. “Things could get out of control, you know.”

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

"Sha, I'll always break the rules when I'm with you, Sha. Do you forget that I had an affair with you while I was still married to Freya?" Uncle Vincent asked with a sardonic laugh. His eyes looked at me with disdain. "And because you're in my hotel, I'll never conduct any of this professionally," Uncle Vincent said as he raised his feet onto the table, then spun his chair around. "I would never be professional when dealing with you."

Perhaps his feelings for her had faded completely. Conal sat across from Azura, uneasy on the inside. His mind and heart are at odds with each other. It's hard to choose love and hate. Conal is being controlled by hatred and love that have taken over his body. He loved her deeply, but the thought of his family being murdered by her father was unbearable. He did not pity her when he injured her with his own hands; he thought this was the price she had to pay for her father. Azura lied to him; she knew everything but chose to conceal it. His heart had become emotionless and empty. She profited from his love, took advantage of his trust to gain sympathy, and demanded that he forgive her father'

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

I know the answer already but no. “I’m giving you an offer that would make your life easier and better, I thought you love your father.” He continued. “Don’t question my love for my father Sir, you don’t know a thing,” I grunted. “Alright, I’m sorry. Here’s the contract.” He maintained and handed me a piece of paper. I look at him unbelievably and didn’t get the paper from him. “You’re unbelievable, how are you sure that I’ll agree to your offer huh? And you even prepare a contract?” I asked continuously. All I can feel is disgust over this man. Does he think that everything can be bought with his money?

The project manager ran off with the money, leaving them with a mountain of debt. From that point on, Fred and I were constantly harassed by debt collectors. My parents, unable to cope, were driven into a corner. One day, they jumped from the roof of a building, unable to see any other way out. On that day, I was out of town, handling a legal dispute for Dean's company before it went public. Dean had been polite and gracious during the meeting, always smiling warmly whenever he praised my work. When our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat. There was something captivating about him.