Queen-of-Sarcasm-18

Blaze traced his knuckles along the length of her face and saw her become astounded by his touch. He continued to trail his hand downwards until he reached her neck. His hands encircling her there ever so lightly that it was a torment, Juliette couldn’t help but gasp at his touch, her breath increasing slightly.
“Blaze.” Her voice was a whisper in a sea of emotions.
“Shh.” He commanded and she could only remain quite, she hadn’t even known what to say.
His hands continued to trail, until it rested above her heart, he looked down at her and knew from the pulsing of her increasing heart rate that she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her.
“How long has it been, Juliette?” His voice sharp.
“How long h-has what been?” She questioned, she was slowly becoming out of breath, all by the mere touch of him. This man would drive her crazy.
“How long has it been since you’ve been touched this way?” He stared boldly into her eyes as if this were a normal conversation that could be held at any given time or place.
Blaze noticed her expression and guessed, “It was him wasn’t it?” Juliette nodded in confirmation
“Do you mind if I change that?” He asked

“Are you drunk?” he sounded amused.
I sat at the table without saying a word. A normal, considerate person would apologize for being late, but not Brad.
“You should slow down.” He eyed me seriously and I grew angry.
“Now you’re telling me how much I should drink? Next thing you’ll tell me I can’t leave the house without your permission!” I retorted.
“Don’t tempt me.” He responded his jaw tight.
I laughed humorously, the effect of the alcohol making me braver in my speech.
“What about children Brad? Will you deny me that too?” I asked, my eyes squinting to look at him.
“We are not having children, Angela.” His voice hard and decisive.
“Why not? You don’t want to give me a divorce and now I can’t have children? Why are you torturing me?” I demanded.
“I am not going to sleep with you, Angela.” He remarked and I burned. The humiliation from Rose’s words filling me. I know my husband didn’t want me and hell I didn’t want him either! But the way he said it bruised my self-esteem.
“I am not asking that. If I have a child it won’t be ours.” I stated.
He rose his eyebrows at me. “Then who do you suppose would be its father?” he snapped.
“An anonymous donor? ” I was pleading. I could hear it in my voice.
“Absolutely not. I am not allowing you to breed a child with some unknown man’s DNA." He sounded very cold.
Angela is trapped in a loveless marriage with her husband Brad. All she wants is a way out, a chance to live her life in a way that pleases herself and not the heartless man who constantly cheats on her. But she is trapped and for a couple of months, things have been quiet and uneventful until she decides to oppose him with the idea of a divorce. Will he give one to her? Knowing that they both hate the living crap out of each other? Or will he continue to assert his control? Read to find out!
Sequel: Our Vows Were Meant to be Broken is available on AnyStories!

*"I have wanted to fuck you raw the moment I laid eyes on your naked body."*
"W-who a-are you?" She gasped her face one of complete innocence.
"I will be asking the questions." His voice echoed throughout the room.
She tried to push him off which resulted in him spinning her around effortlessly and pushing her face-first into the wall.
The towel that covered her body fell away from her and she gasped, tears forcing their way out. Thomas leaned into her body to restrict any movement. He wasn't proud of it but his body was reacting to her.
He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "What are you doing here?" He questioned.
"In my house?" "I-I w-was invited here..."
Avril Stock strives to have her parents not treat her as some dim-witted fool. She was eighteen for heaven's sake. Most kids at sixteen were sent out in the world but not her. She had to be born to overly strict parents who even at her age ruled her life with iron fists and unbreakable opinions. Until she comes to this man's house, all principles will be broken...
Thomas Lynne is known in the mirrored world for his prowess as a professional spy working for a covert organization. ​He is the man they call when all else fails, so tactful and certain are his techniques. He is resourceful, detached, and most of all merciless.
Not be lured by any woman but only using them as an anecdote for his frequent urges, why does the outwardly shy Avril Stock affect him? Maybe it was her carefully concealed temper and sharp wit. He didn't want to mention her soulful honey-colored eyes that widened to illustrate just how innocent she really was. Her coming under his roof could only spell trouble...
Book One of "Assassins Can Love Series"

SEQUEL TO OUR VOWS DON'T MEAN A THING
Mia Evans is trapped in a loveless marriage to her husband Gabriel Evans. All opportunities for her to put her cheating husband in the past had flown out the window the moment she had delivered her baby.
Harvey Regal finds it difficult to hold onto one relationship. His parents had the perfect ending and his pursuits for that very feeling and commitment have left him unsatisfied and bored.

She's pregnant with my brother's baby. And if he doesn't marry her, I will.
It was Austin’s turn to seething with rage. “You are not aborting that child.” His voice echoed menacingly, animosity lingering in the air around them.
My body, my rules.” She shot back with an unbothered shrug.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” He barked. The idea of marriage and children had never crossed his mind. It wasn’t a part of his life plan. “I’d chain you to a bed for the entire nine months if I have too.”
She blinked, stupefied that he thought himself capable. “I think you forget who you are speaking too, Austin.” She pronounced his name with disgust. “You cannot scare or manipulate me into following along with your ideas.” Marriage? To Austin Demon Cyner? Now that was a delusion. “A stupid one at that.” She added, eyeing him meticulously.
“Marry me, Skylar. It’s a win-win; a marriage of convenience.” He’d cleared his throat and was taking long strides towards her. Suddenly the room felt too small to contain the sheer size of him.
“I severely dislike you, though. What am I winning exactly?” her feet were traveling backwards, unwilling to have her standing up too close to him.
“A stable home for your child,” the sound of his shoes tapping rhythmically in her ear “Our child.” He added on quickly, his voice low, compelling her to agree.
“I don’t recall you being in the room when it was made.”
Check out another story in the same collection: His Tempting Captive

“Stop.” She breathed against his lips. “Fondling me wasn’t a part of the ‘one kiss’ offer.” She grinned, leaning forward to press a fleeting kiss on his parted lips. A bold move even for her but the look in his eyes made it worth the shift in her priority.
The words to respond were sparse. He’d never had someone melt into his arms so willingly. Nor had a woman ever asked him to stop once the act was under way. He untangled himself from her and watched as she smoothed her hair and skirts, “Am I decent?” she had the gall to ask him.
“A misfortune to mine eyes.” He commented as a silence fell over them.
“It was a pleasure meeting your acquaintance.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
“A pity it must be cut short.” He teased, waiting for her to either sink into him or leave so that he may relieve himself.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Mendora had finally caught her breath, recalling Ginger would be on the lookout for her by now so that even if she wanted to stay, it was impossible, “I have been away for too long.”
Mendora Agnus Garrick, a young debutante prone to appallingly unusual notions had found herself doing that which she had sworn off...falling in love and with notorious rake Solaire Gidean Demaris, a man unlikely to consider the prospect of marriage or love.
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"Are you accepting?' he probed, his eyes brazenly following every line in her body. Ivory instantly grew shy. Her nerve waning.
"I am considering it. However, I am not sure what it entails." her voice and bravado had weakened. Raiden nodded at her words, understanding that he was previously vague.
"It's not a relationship. As I have pointed out to you before, I am attracted to you and wish to explore a purely physical relationship, albeit temporarily," he said, eyeing her every reaction.
"You mean purely sexual?' she corrected him. She knew the words he used were aimed at sugar-coating the reality but she wasn't interested in half-truths when she was considering going against everything she believed in. Raiden nodded. "How long is it to persist?" The more she considered the option the riskier it seemed. She worked closely with Raiden, would this make their relationship awkward?
"It's terminable at the will of either party," he commented. He wasn't in the habit of forcing a woman to be with him, in fact, it was something he made no great strides over. She had complete freedom to stay or leave his bed.
"Another way of saying when you've grown tired of me." she laughed incredulously.

~Riley~
New name, new look, new life. I've been careful to keep my past at bay. The last thing I needed was the stranger with those calm discerning eyes to cross my path. I must avoid him at all costs, even if he haunts my dreams and sends waves of heat across my skin. My focus is survival, not lust. Not even if he ignited a longing I'd never thought possible.
~Draven~
A mission. Find the missing girls and bring the perpetrator to justice. The retributive kind. I've grown used to the shadows but I am drawn to her light. Moth to a flame, the only way to quell my curiosity is to satiate it. But not too much. Not completely.
TEASER:
You want me, don’t you?” A simple question that warranted a simple answer.
“Should I have had you checked for a head injury?” he scoffed, a swift blow that knocked the wind out of my lungs and I realised I had been holding my breath. My lips parted, and my chest heaved, working overtime to replenish my body’s oxygen from those few moments of starvation.
Steeling my spine, I stepped forward, invading his space, oblivious to the eyes that were thrown our way. Or was I imagining that? Draven didn’t budge, a perfectly shaped brow elevated as he considered my movement with little interest. There wasn’t a single flicker of emotion to cross his features, not even that Godforsaken misleading smile made an appearance.
“Then you’ve no reason to threaten any man I may find interesting.” I breathed the words slowly, erotically.