Navigating a complicated relationship, Alethia and Ethan must keep their feelings for each other bolted in, in their respective ways. But what happens when their passion burns too hot to be tamed? What happens when Emily finds out the secret that her daughter and her man have been hiding from her?
At this point, their desires can't be tamed.
It rained an ocean that night, and there were thunder-claps the sound of a disaster. As usual, it was the two of them at home, and with the fear that they might get swept away before morning, he was literally in front of her door to check up on her -- or so he made himself believe. Or was he suppose to admit that he's had her on his mind all through the day?
And he's been on her mind as well, so the sound of his knuckles on the door sprung her up from the bed as if she was called to receive the best gift nature has ever offered. By now she knew how he smelled, and she could perceive his scent even with the door between them.
She opened the door with bright eyes, like the moon that seldom graced them that night, putting on her best smile, and he was mesmerized for oblivion.
He looked deeply into her blue eyes as his breath swelled in his chest. She'd washed her hair and had it dried, and he loved that they were moist and dark. When she blinked, she looked like a doll, and he considered her adorable, like something he could look at all day without getting tired.
A bead of sweat streamed down her forehead, and strangely, he desired to sweep it off with his tongue. To kiss her on everywhere that mattered, but he held still, staring like a man whose purpose was yet to be defined. But he watched as it dropped onto the slope of her breast and crawled down under her dress.
She was in a red night dress, and he could see all that she held private behind the reflection of her dress. Her breasts were small and desirable. Her nipples stood erect as if calling for his hands. But at that moment, he knew to keep them in his side pockets, only to bite his thighs deeply in them.
She swallowed hard, disappointedly. She could feel that he wanted her, but she couldn't figure out why he had to go through the stress of denying his feelings when he could just take her right there and then. And what if he was her stepfather? Isn't all fair in war and love?
"You're still awake," he said, determined to have a conversation, obviously to keep his eyes away from lusting over her luscious body.
"It's barely 8 pm."
"Really?" He said and chuckled forcefully. He was looking everywhere but her face.
She sighed exasperatedly. "Look, Ethan, if you're not going to fuck me, then just leave my room."
The utterance from her came as a dazzle and it left him speechless. He knew he wanted her. Gosh, even the way she said those words aroused his carnal desires, but if he were to succumb to this, then defining their relationship afterward would be harder to do.
"Alethia, I'm...I'm..."
"Are you going to do it or not?"
"You know this is not right. You're not even meant to be asking me for that."
"Why are you even here, Ethan?"
"Aleth! I'm your stepfather, yeah?"
"Oh, scratch that. You can keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep better at night."
He sighed deeply. "I'm just looking out for you."
She shrugged. "Well, as you can see, I'm fine. So if you'll please leave."
She opened the door and saw him out with her eyes staring at his face, but he dared not reciprocate the gaze, lest he get pulled into her arms and do as she desired for them. That he had feelings for her, he already considered abominable, and he knew he might not forgive himself if he took another step further toward her. But fighting his feelings was a lot harder than he'd planned.
He traipsed out of the room and Daisy slammed the door in his face immediately. She leaned on the door and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she had just asked his stepfather for sex, but it was high time she made her desire known anyway.
But beyond her desire, she didn't want anything to come between them. He was her companion, the only person who's ever listened to her since her father died, and the only person who's ever offered a shoulder she could cry on. Unlike her mother who was hardly ever around.
She should make amends with him tonight, she thought. Leaving the issue till the next day would mean an awkward morning around him, and she wasn't sure she could bear that burden.
On opening the door, she was startled by his presence, still standing right where she slammed the door in his face. His blue eyes had become relatively clear, and his face looked eager. With the rising and falling level of his chest, as he breathed with urgency, she could feel something was up with him, and it rather made her worried.
"Ethan, are you okay? She said, stepping towards him. On an impulse, he grabbed her and smashed his lips on hers as if he had to do that before he could change his mind.
She didn't resist. It was what she had always desired. So she opened her mouth and let him explore her, matching their desires on the same ground. And when he grabbed her further to himself and carried her into the room, she let her body loose and wrapped her legs around him...
But they didn't have sex that night.
When Arie Higgins got the chance to be a surrogate for an enigmatic billionaire, she figured it could be a life-changing opportunity. Unknown to her the billionaire has a secret behind closed doors every midnight, a secret she mustn't find out about before giving birth to his child. But Arie's incessant curiosity may unleash the beast learning to restrict its midnight hunger for blood.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
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!
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...