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.
When he woke up early in the morning, the woman he had a crush on lay beside him, but she was afraid. "President Miller, rest assured, I will not entangle you. I'll pretend nothing happened last night!" He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "So, aren't you going to be responsible for me?" Emma Wood was shocked, "What ?!" Did she hear it right? After the night, she bore a baby and had to marry him. She asked, "It's all your benefit, what can I get?" The man looked at her and slowly said, "As long as you want, as long as I have."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
Eight years ago, she thought he was a Money Boy at the club, and accidentally had a one-night stand with him because she was framed by her stepsister. Is $100 enough to buy a Money Boy for one night? The next morning, she casually dropped $100 and ran away. Eight years later, she returned with her genius son. Little did she expect to be "deceived" into the Noblefull Group by her beloved son. Her immediate boss turned out to be Mr. $100 from eight years ago! ... "Bad girl, how dare you humiliate me eight years ago, this time you will pay the price!" "Bad girl, one billion dollars, I buy your whole life!" "I just want to be a secretary. You already have several lovers. You are not my type." "But, I only have feelings for you, only love you." However, their relationship was not smooth. Due to a property dispute, his brother deliberately caused a car accident in an attempt to kill her and their son. Due to past grievances of the previous generation, his father held deep hatred towards him and sent assassins to kill them. There were also plots and attempts on their lives orchestrated by his girlfriend. On top of that, they faced oppression from rival factions of the mafia... This is a romantic novel about a billionaire and his secretary, involving several generations of love, hatred, and complicated relationships, and also involving the mafia, revenge...
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."