Ace's Autumn
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He was even more breathtaking than the photographs she'd seen. Taller than she
anticipated, with a powerful build that hinted at a life lived beyond the confines of a boardroom. His dark hair was meticulously styled, framing a face both ruggedly
handsome and intensely sharp. Eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held a captivating
intensity, assessing her with a disconcerting precision. There was an almost
a predatory quality to his gaze, a sharp, piercing look that made her skin prickle with a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration. He wasn't smiling, but his lips were slightly curved, a subtle hint of amusement or perhaps something darker.
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The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"Kumpleto
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"Come back, Ava. Why did you leave me?" He said looking deep into my eyes. "After what you did, no one can come back to you!" I shook my arm forcefully, freeing myself off of his hold. I kept standing there facing him. I once again looked straight in his dark eyes and hissed, "You are a piece of shit and nothing else." He held my both forearms as tightly as he could, making me wince with the pain he was inflicting on me. He came near me, so near that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, making my surrounding warm and fearful. He leaned down to meet my face and said with a smirk on his face, "This piece of shit is your husband and you know that." ENTER ON AN EXCITING JOURNEY OF Love, Hate and Revenge. . . . cover designer | @equivocally highest ranking | #502 in Romance #212 in Mystery #247 in Thriller #12 in HOT #6 in Cocky #207 in CEO #16 Sexy #3 in Blood #2 in Project Woman Up #1 in IntentionsKumpleto
Her Eyes Under My Possession
For Demon, walking into his office shouldn't have given him any cause for concern. He owned his own business and took pride in the work he did. His suit was pressed. He looked at every part of the dominating man that he was. what happens when he meets a mysterious yet sexy girl in his companyKumpleto
Her Insecurity Cure
His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips for a split second, he swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked deep into her eyes "You're beautiful" he whispered "Garrel I'm-" "Shhh" he brushed her lips with his thumb "I won't let you speak so low of yourself" his deep voice came out hoarse Her eyes began to dampen Why was he looking at her like that, like she was the only woman to look at for him, like the only woman on earth Why was he doing that, why was he giving her hope of a fantasy that would never come trueKumpleto
Ms. CEO
A cold and intimidating CEO, known for her sharp gaze and icy demeanor, strikes fear into everyone around her. Her mistrust runs deep, fueled by the betrayal of her previous secretary, who tried to sell company secrets. Enter her new secretary-a kind and sweet individual, eager to prove herself but unwittingly walking into a storm of hostility and suspicion. Their clashing personalities set the stage for a tense and transformative dynamic.Kumpleto
Masked Feelings
"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? I'm a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me? Two persons. Two different worlds. Domination or submission? Relationship? What happens when two persons get into a thrilling, confusing and intense relationship? Love or hatred? Read to find out!Kumpleto
Helplessly Falling For Mr. Hunter
"I should be allowed." He says with gritted teeth. His voice filled with something. A thing a lot like desire that brings me back to crazy reality. A reality where we are tangled up against each other. "You should be al...-" A gasp escapes my mouth as he lifts me up or rather goes further low for me. His hands, back on my waist. Face buried in the crook of my neck, he inhales into my skin. Still inhaling he lets out a manly groan that I feel everywhere, in places I didn't know existed. The places that come to life because of him. "I should be allowed to touch you." He rasps in my neck. My back arches up and I close my eyes at his declaration. At his domination. At his intoxication. "You should be allowed to touch me." I insist. Brain empty. Because I can't think right now. He lifts his head up then, I notice his eyes have gone darker. His features have gone wilder. Representing an untamed animal in a way. ------------------------- Isabella Evans is your typical good girl who has a bit of a dark past. She's beautiful, kind, sweet, pure, innocent, naive, caring,...etc She always tries to see good in people. Gabriel William Hunter, CEO of Hunter Enterprises; is one of the most successful people around the world. Every girl in the city drools over him. Yet people say; ruthlessness, anger, arrogance are like his second names. But what if, Its all a cover up to his broken self? After all they also do say, don't judge a book by its cover right? What will happen when Isabella and Gabriel cross paths for the first time? WARNING: Story needs some MAJOR EDITING, so read it under your own risk. First few chapters are kinda crapy. PLEASE bear with me. But I swear that it gets better as you proceed into the story. HAPPY READING:)
Confidential
She was the quiet intern with big dreams and tired eyes. He was the unreachable senior with sharp stares and a voice that could make anyone pause. Their worlds collided in between deadlines, team meetings, and elevator silences. No one knew about the late-night calls, the coffee breaks that lasted too long, or the way he whispered "good girl" like it meant something more. In a company bound by rules and appearances, they were each other's secret-hidden behind locked phone screens and undone shirt buttons. But secrets have a way of surfacing. And love has a way of demanding more than silence. It was never just work. Not when the person you want is sitting across the desk.
The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"
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