"You taste like warm sweet honey, and I want more of you!" He growls as he presses his manhood into my hip. "Give yourself to me, tesoro." [Treasure] His words are like fuel to my igniting fire. I want him, I crave him, and when his lips start to suck on my heated skin, I turn into a puddle of water when his hand dips into the top of my dress. He finds my breast, and he kneads it, flicking my erect nipple has my panties moisten with arousal --- Vanessa Maddison: She is as gorgeous and flawless on the outside as she is scarred and tormented on the inside. Luca Venturi: Came storming into Vanessa's life like a raging blaze that burns everything it caresses. He's an Italian billionaire doctor who can have any woman he wants, but he has his sights set on Vanessa. Intertwined by their secrets, they try to defy the odds. They make their own rules and quickly surrender to the exquisite power of possession. What began as a fling evolved into something far greater than either of them could have imagined. What will the Italian billionaire do to save Vanessa when they are thrown into a world they are both unfamiliar with time and time again?
Food For Thought:
Have you ever walked through life thinking you're worth so much more and you deserve the ultimate best...
But, you just can't seem to let go of the past and you allow your demons to haunt you no matter how much you tell yourself to grow a pair and live your best life...
Or, when you meet someone who ignites the fire in your soul and you're too scared to let him in.
Because, you feel you're not compatible together because you lead two entirely different lives.
So, you allow yourself to be too afraid to explore the chemistry between you lacking the desire to let someone in to caress your damaged heart, body, soul and mind.
Then when you do allow him into your body and heart. You find out that he wasn't the man you thought you knew or grew to love quicker than your next breath.
Eventually, becoming well aware of why being together was like riding a roller coaster and you wished you had trusted your instincts in the first place and stayed well away from him.
No, just me?
Well, that's just fan-fucking-tastic...
*Sigh*
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My best friend Chrissy and I walk into the newest and hippest club in town.
The atmosphere is electric as everybody's feeding off the music. Their hips are swaying and their arms are waving in the air like they just don't care. Chrissy grabs my hand and pushes her way through the crowd of people at the bar.
"Hey." She yells at the barman.
He smiles with a twinkle in his eye and walks over to us ignoring the other orders being yelled at him.
"What can I get you?" He asks, licking his lips as his eyes focus on hers.
I don't know what possessed her to do it.
But, like a bolt of lightning, she leans over the bar and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him passionately on the lips. To my surprise, he leans in and deepens the kiss. I stand there with wide eyes wondering what the fuck is going on. The kiss lasts a good minute before cheering erupts at the other end of the bar.
Chrissy pulls back and touches her swollen lips with her fingers and smiles with a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.
"Two Rum and Cokes with two of your strongest shots." She yells over the music.
The bartender places our drinks down in front of us.
"I'll make you a deal." He says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "If you save me a dance, I'll give you this round for free." He licks his lips tasting her kiss all over again and a little growl leaves his mouth.
"Deal!" She says blushing.
He pushes the drinks forward.
We take our shots at the bar and then find ourselves a nice corner booth to sit at.
I take a sip of my drink relishing in its coolness as it slides down my throat right to my toes. I do a little shimmy in my chair and take another drink.
I look over at Chrissy.
"Do you know him?" I nod in the direction of the barman.
Because that was too hot for her not to.
"His name's Conrad." She sneaks another look at him and blushes.
"He's built like a goddamn powerhouse. He might be a bit much for me to handle." She nibbles on her lower lip.
"You'll be fine," I assure her.
She still refuses to believe that she has an insatiable sexual appetite no matter how many times I've told her.
We hit the dance floor swaying to the music looking like a couple of drugged-up hippies. Our favourite song comes on and we jump up and down with excitement. The air is thick with sweat, smoke and booze with a hint of arousal.
The typical stench of an overpopulated club.
Sweat glistens off our skin and drenches our hair. The club becomes ultra hot with the disco lights flashing and the smoke machine running. We were having a really good time until two guys approached us and started grinding up on us from behind.
I look at Chrissy and she's having trouble trying to keep the guy's hands off her. The guy behind me starts to get rough by pulling me into him. He forcefully rubs his erection against my ass and nuzzles his nose through my hair breathing it in.
"You smell of strawberries soaked in vanilla." His words slur in my ear and his breath is hot against my skin.
It sends an outbreak of cold chills up my spine and I loathe every chill.
"Do you taste as good as you smell?" His hand slowly travels up my torso and he cups my breast.
A sudden wave of red takes over me.
I turn in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck. Tiptoeing, I lean in closer to him and whisper in his ear.
"It's a real... Pity you'll never get the chance to find out."
I bring my leg up and knee him right in his precious baby-making jewels. He staggers back cursing as he bends over and grabs them with both hands. I raise my foot and I push him over.
He falls to the ground with a loud thud and I titter.
"Not so perky now are we princess?" I say to him as he lies on the ground cupping himself.
I look over to see where Chrissy is and I watch as Conrad comes barging through the crowd, he taps the guy on the shoulder and punches him square in the face when he turns around. Chrissy screams with fright as she steps away from the scene with wide eyes.
Eventually, two huge buffed security guards come barging through the crowd and haul the clowns up to their feet and start dragging them out of the club.
"Where the fuck were you cunts?" Conrad sneers.
"These two were practically getting raped on the dance floor you fucking muppets!" He flicks his wrist and droplets of blood fall from his knuckles.
He looks around the dance floor for Chrissy and when he finds her. He grabs her by the hand and leads her off the floor. She takes mine along the way and drags me with her. He leads us to the bar and tells the two men sitting in front of his station to beat it. The men mutter something under their breaths and turn to look at us.
"Ladies." They say in unison.
"Don't. Even. Fucking. Think. About. It." A low growl comes from Conrad.
"Scram or I'll give the ladies something to really look at." Conrad straightens looking as if he's grown an extra two feet and rolls his shoulders getting ready to dish out another ass whooping. Both men get up and leave without another word.
Conrad slides back behind the bar and pours us a small glass of whisky.
"Drink, it will help to calm your nerves." His voice is full of self-controlled anger as he slides the glasses forward.
We swallow the whisky in one gulp, letting the amber liquid slide down our throats leaving a warm tingly feeling in its wake. I look at my phone.
"I gotta love you and leave you." I stand and give her a quick hug.
"No... Nessa. Stay a little longer with me please?" She begs.
"I wish I could. But I have a class to teach, and I need some rest if I'm going to do my new Care Bears any justice." I tell her.
She hugs me back with her lower lip pouting.
"You keep an eye on her you hear me," I warn Conrad.
He nods as he continues to serve the crowd forming in front of him. I walk out of the club with shaking limbs heading towards my next adventure of finding myself a Taxi.
By chance, I see one pull up at the taxi stand and I quickly rush over to grab it before some other soul with a death wish gets to it before I do.
When I reach the taxi, I lean forward and open the door.
Shit...
My inner goddess curses when a sudden rush of pain courses through my body.
The passenger had opened the door hitting my head in the process. I lost my balance and hit the concrete with a thud.
I sit upright, shaking the white spots that dance before me. I let out a little groan wondering what just happened. Then suddenly a man exits the taxi and bends down on one knee before me.
"You know what happens when you run, spitfire." Tobias nips my lower lip with his teeth then soothes the sting with the gentle caress of his tongue. "I catch you!" --- I should have known that Tobias Landry was behind the circus of my troubles. He, who once was a man I adored in my past life, is now a man who leaves nothing but devastation in his wake everywhere he turns. He can pretend all he likes that he is innocent, but the slight twitch in his left eye says a completely different story. I will fight him to the end to keep the bakery that I have poured my sweat, blood, and tears into! Even, if that means that I have to marry him and give in to his sexual desires. My name is Keri Appleton and this is a dangerous and sultry tale about lies, secrets, and the fine line between love and obsession.
Being forged from the trauma that clings to your soul like an additional layer of sin has an elegance to it. When my father and I buried my sister, falling in love with her first love wasn't on the agenda. Don Alessandro Valentino has something I want. Something he refuses to depart with and no matter how much pain he inflicts upon me, I will never give up. I vowed to never let him win. I thought I had escaped his grasp, but his torment had only just begun. Despite everything, he still held the power to manipulate my heart and make me crave to be possessed by him. As secrets come to light and the truth is exposed, can I surrender the battle and surrender what I've been fighting for all along, without hesitation? --- He tore his lips away from mine, peering down at me, brushing the pad of his thumb along his lower lip-smearing my touch as far as it would travel. "You taste like mine." He said in a cold and condescending tone. Then he left. He walked out of the wine cellar without a second glance over his shoulder as Riccardo locked the door behind them.
He pins me against the wall, all 7ft of him, towering over me. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this and I will walk away." He mutters with his hot breath fanning my face. "I want you, Zion," I whisper breathlessly against the shell of his ear. "If you walk out that door, you'll never get to feel how good I'll feel wrapped around you." I nip at his earlobe with my teeth. Something snaps within him as a low rumble vibrates from the back of his throat. "Mine..." He snarls as he picks me up from the ground and crushes his lips against mine. --- The moment I met Zion, I knew my life was never going to be the same again. Being in his presence did crazy things to my body. He is my fated mate, the other half of my soul and the only male who can save me from myself. Turns out I'm not your average human and I have the entire universe questioning my very existence and what energy I possess. They fear me and they have every reason to. Including Zion, his elite of warriors and light oracles.
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