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.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
"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?
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!