Novels by Khossy Eustace

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured, staring into her soul, his breath warm against her skin. “I do.” Lucas had heard enough. With his strong right hand still grabbing onto her neck, he pulled her in and they locked lips. With each hot breath, the kiss grew deeper, fiercer, hotter. Claire still had her hand on his dick, massaging it slowly as they sucked each other’s faces. Now holding her firmly by her already messy hair, Lucas broke the kiss. He yanked her hair backwards, causing her to look up at him. She stared up at his dark eyes, and all she saw in them were passion and aggressive dominance. It made Claire a bit scared, but just enough to get her all wet. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, as if it could see outside the juicy fountain her pussy had come to be. He spoke, and his voice, a low, rumbling sound of passion, made her even more aroused. “I will show you your place around here. Tonight, you will learn that you belong to me, and will on

Lucas strode back into the building with his armed men, unsure of what to expect. But he was certain he’d find the De Carlo family still there. His suspicion was confirmed. After searching the entire area, he found the De Carlo family in a secluded area. But they had someone else with them; Rami Al-Haziz.Lucas approached them, keeping his composure intact, even though his voice was laced with anger. “Explain this madness.”Luna smirked, but it was Sheikh Hassan who spoke first and Lucas could hear regret in his voice. "Mr. Benetti, I understand your frustration, but this was a necessary action.""Necessary?" Lucas repeated in disbelief. "Two people are dead. Surely there was some other way to have gone about this."Luna’s eyes gleamed, as though she was excited by it all. “Oh Luc, darling, those two men were traitors. Insiders feeding information to our competitors.”Lucas stared down at her, trying his hardest to hide his disgust. Luna continued, “You’re a businessman and you’re l

The hall, a few blocks away from the Benetti mansion, was incredibly luxurious and impressive, just like it. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, shining brightly over the many elegantly dressed guests. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of people talking and the occasional clink of fancy glasses. Claire stood at the top of the long, white staircase, her heart beating out of her chest at the sight of all those people. She was dressed in a breathtaking white Arabian princess gown, rich with golden embroidery down the middle and delicate beadwork. The fancy fabric flowed around her like a river, and her hair was styled in a neat bun, decorated with shiny gold accessories that sparkled when she moved. Her makeup, expertly applied by Zarah, highlighted with kohl and added a bit of glamour to her already beautiful face. As she took a deep breath, Lucas appeared at her side, his presence calming her nerves. He looked dashing in a tailored tuxedo, his eyes dark and

Lucas stepped forward, the light catching the edges of his sharp features, making him look almost ethereal; a walking piece of art. “May I have this dance?” he asked her, his voice dripping with charm. Claire nodded, unable to shift her gaze from him. He moved closer, taking her hand gently in his. Everyone else in the room watched with increasing excitement. As they walked to the center of the room, Claire holding her abaya up with one hand, the world around them seemed to melt away, leaving them in a bubble of soft music and chemistry. Lucas placed one hand on her waist, drawing her closer, and they began to sway to the rhythm. Claire’s heartbeat pulsed with electrifying speed, nerves and excitement coursing through her. Lucas guided her through the steps with ease, as he whispered softly to her, the importance of each one. Was she paying attention? Of course not. How could she? The closeness of their bodies completely derailed her train of thought. “Why do you keep ex

“Ahlan (Hello).”“Ahlan (Hello).”“Very good! Let’s try the last one. Shukran (Thank you).”“Shukran (Thank you).”“Excellent! Oh my, you’re a natural.” Natalia remarked with a proud grin.Claire blushed softly at the compliment. “Thank you,” she replied contentedly.“You gotta understand, it’s not just about the words, it’s about embodying the essence of Arabian culture,” Natalia said instructively. Natalia’s lecture was interrupted the arrival of Janan, a stern looking lady with a kind smile. “Time for etiquette training, ladies,” she announced, leading them to a large ballroom. There was a flurry of activities in the beautiful adorned hall. The walls were covered with gold patterns that shimmered like a genie's treasure trove, while the chandeliers sparkled like diamonds in a Sultan's crown. The floor was polished to a shine, reflecting Claire's awestruck face like a mirror. She looked like a kid in a candy store, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the grandeur.‘How big

Claire awoke the next morning to the soft light filtering through the curtains. She reached out lazily, expecting to feel her phone beside her; which she did. She picked it up and checked the time.7:28 A.M.She had barely slept, her mind buzzing with the tasks that lay ahead. The briefcase incident and Anton's betrayal were still fresh in her memory, but there was no time to dwell on them now. Today marked the beginning of her transformation.Claire looked around her new bedroom. It was the complete opposite of her old one. The room was enormous and magnificent, with ceilings so high, she felt she needed binoculars to see the top. The windows were massive, letting the golden sunlight pour through. The walls were painted a soft, creamy color and ornamented with exquisite artwork that reflected refinement and class.A king-sized bed, complete with a mountain of soft pillows. The dresser was so ornate it probably had its own backstory, covered with delicate perfume bottles and jewelry