I clenched my legs together as my eyes gawked at the nude man across from me. Water from the shower head rained down on the large, tanned male. I told myself to look away, to give the guy some privacy, but my eyes couldn't give two shits about common decencys. I licked my lips and fisted my hands, the strangers muscles rippled as he rinsed himself of suds. I squirmed around uncomfortably as my panties dampened and my core pleaded for a release. Screw the snake-tongued billionaires and whale sized diamond rings, if I hadn't escaped the golden cage, I'd never have had the chance to witness a taunt male ass as fine as the one currently seducing me. And, that's how I find myself; homeless, penniless and slowly turning into a pervert. Great...
1; It burned.
She held her breath and hid behind stationed buses, her fingers clamped the leather jacket to her slashed abdomen. She peaked around one of the large metal vehicles and groaned out in annoyance. Persistent. She handed it to her fathers men, they were damn stubborn! Kisa threw caution to the wind, and slipped past the stationary buses the second the men had their backs turned. Strategically she passed through the parked vehicles, a ready bus in target.
A small breath of relief is released when the doors closed behind her sore and tired body, she dropped a few coins in the bored looking drivers hand, before trudging down to the back of the bus. Her fatigued body slumped against the tinted glass, but despite her weak state she kept an eye on the men that circled the station. The loud engine of the bus is accompanied by a jerky take off, Kisa settled into the faded seat and closed her eyes. With no destination in mind, it didn't matter to her where she was headed, as long as it was far away from home. With that in mind her eyes shuttered, and she allowed a numb slumber to intoxicate her system.
A sudden jerk had the young woman's eyes snapping open, she blinked rapidly before coherent thought entered her fogged mind. She was still on the bus, and it seemed to be driving through some back alley town. The sky had darkened and she feared a night in the cold. But she had no other alternative, finally the large vehicle came to a stop, she had no idea of her location. Didn't care to find out.
Kisa watched as the bus drove away from her, turning she scanned her surroundings, her eyes narrowed in on a pub. With one hand clamped to her side and the other fisted around the strap of her backpack, she made her way to the joint. She needed the bathroom, the only place open was a grimy liquor house, she was thankful. The other alternative wasn't as private as the broken doored stalls at the back of the tavern.
She tugged her shirt up to rest just below her breasts, lightly she stroked the crusted gash inferior to the right half of her ribcage. She placed the backpack on the small basin and shifted through the items she'd stashed in there. Kisa contemplated her actions for less than a second, she prefered the loss of a singlet over an infection; simply because she had little finance to pay for treatment should bacteria enter the wound.
Within minutes she had crafted a makeshift bandage. She lowered her shirt and jerked her jacket back on before splashing her face with water. She refilled her bottle before she slipped out of the bathroom and exited the place via the back opening. Kisa kept hidden in the shadows as she made her way through the alleys and backs of buildings. She quickly discovered that the rural atmosphere that had first greeted her simply bordered a larger town.
The sky grumbled it's own despair, lightly coating Kisa. Rapidly the lowered temperature wrecked shivers through her body, she found herself attempting to find warmth in her own arms. Her steady walk slowed to a crumbled pattern. No food, no warmth and lack of sleep; how she held on was beyond her. Through blurred eyes, she spots an opening of sorts but the darkened lighting and her uncooperative eyes made it hard to distinguish anything else. She made her way towards it.
She felt safe, the reassurance had her knees buckling as her body collapsed...
Groaning, Slater grabbed a beer. He tossed the frozen dinner in the bin and dropped down onto the sofa. He could really go for a home cooked meal... He looked towards the open patio doors, cursing when he realised he'd left open paint out there. The rain wasn't about to let up, though it'd be no use either way. The paint was trashed. He skulled the bottle, before he stood up and walked out the front door to his store.
He had several jobs to finish, and his paperwork was as good as dead. He flicked the light switch before moving through the large warehouse like garage. Slater stopped at a car near the entrance of the building, he could have sworn he'd rolled down the metal shutters... Shrugging, he opened the driver's side door and pulled the hood. A quick engine exchange and the car should be as good as new. He rounded the vehicle and raised the hood simultaneously.
Too preoccupied with the task at hand, Slater failed to gage his surroundings. So when his foot caught, all he could do was attempt to clutch the metal of the car firmly. This did little in regaining balance. Slater pushed his hands out to catch his fall. "Fucks sake!" He grunted out, the impact kissed his left arm in pain. Surprised that the rest of his body wasn't brutally injured, the large man propelled up off the ground. Instantly he sat back on his hunches.
A small shivering figure huddled in black met his gaze. He couldn't see the person's face, but the curvaceous body had his own aroused. One large muscular arm reached out to roll her to her side. Her body rolled limply, his breath caught like his booted feet had. Long thick eyelashes shadowed over defined cheekbones, his hand reached out, the pad of his calloused thumb lingered over her light chocolate skin. He grimaced at the situation he'd unintentionally involved himself in.
A small strangled sound emerged from her unconscious form, later frowned. But fuck, the unconscious woman had his cock standing to attention. How long had it been since he'd been between a woman's thighs... Disregarding the surge of lust, he wished she'd picked another mechanic's store to drop dead in. Her pasty state shouldn't have this kind of provoking stimulation over the organ in his sweatpants. Another pain filled cry escapes her lush lips. Unintentionally his fingers reached out and caressed the corner of her mouth. He recoiled, her feverish body shivered under him.
He knew he'd come to regret his decision. He slid one arm under her knees and the other used her back as a hoist, effortlessly he lifted her from the cold concrete. He licked his lips at the sight of her heaving breasts rising and falling, it resulted in a tightened grip on her. Her soft body curled against his large, muscular one, it seeked his warmth. Now was not the time to be turned on, but shit, Slater's cock throbbed. He leant her against his shoulder and made sure to roll the garage door down, before he pushed past all the vehicles towards the backdoor. He shoved through the wooden barrier and entered his small home, heading straight for his large bed against the furthest wall.
Slater lowered her small form onto the bed, her shivering hadn't ceased.
The erection teasing raven leaned in search of his touch. He prayed for control. Prayed that he'd be able to contain the beast that clawed to escape, no woman had ever had this kind of powerful manipulation over his body. But her, a complete stranger seemed to send all kinds of need through his system. He ran a hand through his hair, fuck he needed to get laid! He started with her booted feet, removing the shoes and socks. The he moved up, strained with a deep groan. He refused to give into the monster within him, the woman was fucking unconscious for Christs sake!
He snatched the bed sheet and covered her lower half, blindly he pulled off her leggings. His fingers ached to continue stroking her soft dark skin. Sweat beaded at the base of his neck, had it really been that long since he'd shared the bed with a woman... His member pulsed beneath his boxers as he caught her intoxicating scent. Bloody piss weak! His brothers would laugh at him, he felt like a teenage boy just hitting puberty, unable to contain his desire.
Jacket and shirt, he chanted to himself. Clenching his fist by her side, he crouched down and removed the leather around her shoulders. Grinding his teeth, he debated leaving her in the damn long-sleeve but her whimper rids him of the thought. It felt as if she was toying with him, almost as if she knew the kind of effect she had on him. Like a coil ready to snap, he took her shirt and pulled it up her body. His knuckles brushed against her pebbled nipples, it sent a current of pleasure down her spin and a sultry moan escaped her parted lips. He found himself satisfied with her response, pleased by her body's reaction to him.
Slater scanned her features, his heated eyes burned down her jaw and neck, stroked across her collarbone and dilated at the movement of her chest. Her flimsy black bra did little to cover her plump breasts from his predatory scrutinization. His jaw clicked, and he travelled down along her ribcage, coming to an abrupt stop. The tainted piece of white material clinged onto her body, his infatuation with her is pushed to the side at the thought of her being injured, but not lost.
He'd have her alright... preferably conscious and unharmed.
Hot. Something seduced her, with gentle strokes of heated bliss. Her head throbbed and her body ached, but the region between her thighs leaked passion, maddening passion. It was torture. Encountering these sensations, but being unable to move, unable to reach out and beg for more. Internally she thrashed around, but externally her body remained still.
Kisa, breathed heavily. Something was tormenting her abdomen sensually, each touch like a stroke of fire against her highly sensitive skin. Unable to gage the amount of time that passed, all the young woman could do was memorise the tempting brushes of passion. She remained in a constant state of need and want, a painfully erotic kind of punishment. Unknown to her she slipped in and out of consciousness, the only permanent part of the ordeal remained those rough titillating caresses.
The first thing she registered when awaking fully; was a distinctive scent of grease and smoke, it reminded her somewhat of a bad old action film. Then came the sound of rain, heavy at that. She turned slightly, and frowned at the relatively hard surface beneath her. She patted around and realised quickly that the old action flick had rapidly shifted to a mysterious thriller.
It was in that moment that she was a hundred percent certain, she'd be waking to the cramped and darkened boot of some wackjobs car. To be fair, she wasn't that far off.
It wasn't elegant, her eyes cracked open and instantly she winced into the dull light. It took her a moment to adjust to the faded ceiling above her, slowly she looked around. She made note of the small kitchen and lounge, before her coherent thoughts snapped into a pitiful mess. Kisa's lips parted, she rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and clenched her legs together as her eyes gawked at the nude man directly opposite her. She mentally begged herself to gain control, and to look away. To give the brutally muscular man some privacy. It turned out her eyes couldn't give two shits about common decency, they seemed rather interested in the tanned wet man.
She licked her lips and fisted her hands, watching the strangers muscles ripple as he rinsed himself off. Kisa squirmed around uncomfortably as her panties dampened and her core pleaded for release... for the first time she was confident with her decision to escape snake-tongued billionaires and whale sized diamond rings.
Sure she was homeless, penniless and slowly becoming a pervert, but had she not left the golden cage, she never witness a taunt male ass as fine as the one that seduced her...
The cold shower relieved him of little pent up tension. He remained under the cold spray, his palms firmly pressed against the wall. She was lethal. Fever or not, he did not mistaken those moans of pleasure that escaped her lips. He'd be lying if he did not admit that it was by far the most seductive and appealing sound he'd encountered.
Behind his closed eyes, images of her spread eagle and begging for him erupted like some sick compelling sideshow, with a muttered groan he felt for the valve. He reached out for a towel and wrapped it around his hips. Slater stepped out of the shower and walked around the partitioning glassed wall, only to be rendered immobile by a set of strikingly dark eyes...
Train eluded marriage for eight years. He will not marry even if all his friends die. Even if the world ends, he will never tie himself to a woman. He's enjoying his bachelorhood. But it seems that he and Krisz Romero have different thoughts. eight years have passed but he still insists that they get married. To the point that she can give her body to him just so he can marry her. Train knew that he was in trouble when he felt the beast between his legs awakened at the sight of Krisz nudity. but he is tough and will not simply allow his desire for the girl to affect his decision. But when his father suffered a heart attack, he had no choice but to succumb to his father's wish. And that is to marry Krisz Romero. As a good son, he agreed to his father's request. he married Krisz and as the days went by that they were married, he asked himself. Did he really marry Krisz because that's what his father wanted or because he wanted to claim the girl every night and legally be his property?
Sometimes, no matter how happy you are with the things you used to do, you might still think that something needs to change. Life isn't just about delicious food and going out for fun. It's about not being too indifferent to the world. You may realize that you need to do something to change yourself and become a better person. You'll meet someone who wasn't part of your life before but will have the power to transform it. There will be times when they need to go away for you to realize that you should have done something to make them stay. Often, when someone leaves, they come back. So, it's better to prepare for their return. Who knows what wasn't possible before might be possible now. The person you didn't notice back then might be interested in you now. There's nothing wrong with change. It's all about timing. Don't force things if it's not the right time. It's more satisfying to get what you want without pushing for it. And when you have it, cherish it. Don't let go of what you've worked hard for.
"I just want to know why you're distancing yourself." "I want to know," he said with a deep sigh, his voice still trembling. "I want to know why you have to say those things to Yves!?" "What things?" "That you love me?" "Why? Don't I?" She sobbed even harder. Nena shook, her weakened arms slipping from the young man's grip, so Clint held onto her tighter. She shook her head in protest. "Don't I, Nena?" She shook her head. "N-No!" "No?!" he mocked despite his tears. "Didn't I make you feel it? You know my actions were stating it clearly, Nena. How much I want you, how much I need you, how much I hunger for you, damn it, Nena!" tears streamed down the man's cheeks. "How could you not feel it?" "If you love me, that sex is not the only basis!" she cried. "I needed something more than that! Love is what I needed, not just sex!" "My love was with it, with my kisses, with my every touch, Nena," the man weakly defended. "That's the only way I can show you I love you because I thought, I thought I haven't progressed yet. I loved before, and I believed he loved me because, like you, no matter how crude and foolish my actions were, it was okay. No matter how cruel I am to you, in bed or outside of it, you just took it. It's my fault if I hurt you; I am constantly testing you because..." He struggled to continue, a lump in his throat before exhaling it all, "I am constantly testing you because I promised myself that... if someone attempts to make me fall in love again, they should suffer for it. All my love, all my effort... everyone took them all for granted, way too many times, Nena! Too many! My family, my brother, that wretched two-timer, all of them! And deep down, I know that if you do the same to me and I don't take caution..." his lips quivered as tears continued to flow freely from his eyes, "... I think I'll die, Nena... I might die, Nena. I've only just started holding back my feelings for you, and it hurts so much." He bowed his head, tasting his own tears as they landed on his lips. "Why?" she cried. "Why like this?" She lifted her gaze to the man. "You're so unfair." Even her hands were shaking now, not just her voice. "They hurt you, yet you didn't make them suffer to feel loved. I, who truly love you, you make suffer!" "I'm sorry," he said, staring with tears wetting his face.
Lysandra was defenceless against the officer's dark gaze, nothing could have warned her of just how dangerously illicit it would be to engage herself with the brute. Her panties dampened further as she gave in to her body and allowed herself a night in the addictive stranger's bed. Mikel Silvetti napped like a coil the instant he saw her sitting alone at the local bar. The vixen would be his. Nothing would stop him from claiming her; not her age, morals or his brother and her mother's upcoming marriage. She was his prey and like a predator, he refused to cease his hunt. Especially when the prize was this delectable; so intoxicating, he could practically taste the sweet juices leaking from her drenched core. With his cock saluting the red haired woman, Mikel went in for the kill. He'd fuck her hard, mark her indefinitely and chain her to him if it was the last thing he did...
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.