Kolton, the second oldest of the Reifenberg royal family, doesn't want a mate. At least, not for now. He had always been independent, pushing the boundaries of what was expected of him. Eliza DeWitt comes at the wrong - and just the right - time for him to realize that everything he wanted was what everyone had told him all along. Eliza. Fuck. Her hair was down and curling in soft waves to her waist. Kolton's hands itched to touch it, and he gripped the underside of the table until he felt it groan beneath his hands. Letting go before he broke the table, he almost ran from the room. Long locks of dark red swept over Eliza's shoulders, making Kolton stiff as a brick in his trousers. He looked around the table to see everyone chatting, a large grin on Lexi's face as her eyes swept the table, landing on Eliza, then Kolton. Eliza was wearing a long green evening gown, her hair spilling over her shoulders and over the curve of her breasts. The color of the dress was a deep emerald green, and matched her light skin tone perfectly, complimenting her hair and the light blue of her eyes. He watched as Eliza pushed a stray lock behind her ear, and more of the soft swell of her breast was revealed. Kolton averted his eyes, afraid she might spill out of her top and his dick would punch a hole through the table top. This was fucking torture.

{BOOK1} I open my eyes to a dark room as my senses slowly crept in. This isn't a pillow! Pillow don't have abs or heartbeats. My head snuggled into a chest, legs tangled up and strong muscular arms wrapped around me protectively. I yelp and struggled against a vice grip that didn't even budge. " Let go of me y-you y-ou beast. " That's all I could come up with? My treacherous body has no urgency to fight against our captor. I wiggle my body and prayed for some sort of adrenaline rush while cursing and calling him every bad word I know. Which regrettably isn't a lot. In a swift move, he's between my legs and my dress yanks up to my hips. His warm shirtless tone body smashes into mine and pinned my arms above my head. I felt a slight panic so I wiggle and squirm even more yelling at him. He groans low in this throat and flexed his hips. "OH" I seize my action immediately when I felt his solid hard erection nudge me, sending all sort of confusing sensations throughout my body. I gasp. " I told you to stop moving." He teased. I can't see his face but I can still feel his intense smug gaze on me. " Get off of me you. you. you-" " Bastard?" He helps. " Yes, bastard!" Can't even come up with your own insult Silver. I scold myself. " When I imagine you writhing beneath me you're moaning and screaming my name..." His lips brush my cheek. Oh god " while that sweet wet tight pussy of your's contract around my dick as I thrust deep inside of you." His hoarse deep voice filled with so much passion, lust and desire. I swear if I wasn't lying down I would be on the floor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright law ... All rights reserved to CherryKel only. No one is allowed to plagiarize, repost this story or anything else that comes to mind, without the author's written and signed consent.

Silent. Cold. Chiselled perfection. That is Rikkard Ambrose, the most powerful business mogul in Great Britain. Free-spirited. Fiery. Definitely NOT attracted to the aforementioned business mogul. That is Lilly Linton, his personal secretary and secret weapon. The two have been playing a cat and mouse game for months. So far, Lilly has been able to fight down and deny her attraction to Mr Ambrose. But what happens when suddenly, the dark secrets of his past begin to surface and they are forced to go on a perilous journey into the South-American jungle? A journey they can only survive if they band together? Book 3 in the Watty-Award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.