Romans de Ardor

Aneeka’s povHe freezes, his head snapping toward me. "What did you say?"I point to the drawer, my voice steady. "I wasn’t sure one would be enough”.His eyes narrow, and for a moment, he looks like he’s about to yell. Instead, he stands slowly, his movements stiff, like he's holding back anger. He walks to the drawer and yanks it open. His shoulders slump, and he lets out a low, pained breath. "Layla… what the hell?"I sit up, cross my legs, and force a grin. "I'm sorry", I say, trying to sound casual. "You…""Fuck, princess", he mutters, pulling one of the dildos from the drawer and gripping it tightly. He's going to break it if he keeps holding it like that."Couldn't you have punished me some other way? Were… were you really going to use it? Them?" His voice shakes.I shrug, avoiding his gaze. "Well, not really".He groans, running a hand over his beautiful face. "What? No, no, no…”Before he can say another word, I walk to him. His breath hitches as I go on tiptoe, pressing my l

Aneeka’s povI knew he was going to be mad, but not this mad. Okay, that's a lie. I knew he'd be really, really mad. I wanted him to be mad."Layla! Open this door now!" His voice is getting louder, angrier.Okay, maybe I underestimated how mad he’d be. Hopefully the door is made of some sort of fine, indestructible material. Because at this point, he's going to break it down.I press my back against the door, hoping my weight can keep him out. "Go away, Der!" I shout, trying to hold in my laugh but failing miserably."Not a chance!" he shouts, pounding on the door."I need to be alone. I'm going to be very busy, Der", I reply, my cheeks hurting from holding in my laughter. "It's going to be a long night, and you're ruining it", I whisper.There's a pause, and for a moment, I think he's given up. But then I hear him sigh. His voice is lower now, but still intense. "Baby, open the door. Please, Layla".I bite my lip, my heart racing. Why does he have to sound so hot? And sexy? What doe

Derek’s povI stare at her, my mind racing. Say what? "Layla, are you serious? You never… ever?"She looks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself. Damn, woman! That's my job. "I didn't think it was a big deal. I just… I didn't know it could feel like that".Of course you didn't, my favorite nectar. Her first time! "Der", she calls softly."You should have told me. You should have asked me to stop!".Oh fuck, I'm snapping at her again.I should have known! I should have fucking known it was her first time! It's Layla! Why didn't I realize? Of course, that was her first orgasm. Her first orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking ruined it."We shouldn't have, Layla", I say softly, my voice trembling as I raise myself up and run up the stairs. What am I doing? Coward!Fuck. Her first orgasm, and I made her cum her release like she knew exactly what she was doing. I should have been gentle with her. Layla deserved a slow introduction to pleasure. Why did I let her beg for me like that?

Derek’s povI'm so dumb!When I heard her tell her friends she wanted me, I was so happy. I almost wanted to kiss her right there.When she half-ran out of the hall, I freaked out, thinking she was going to run away… again. It's Layla, and I knew she could do it, even on her wedding day. She had done it before.But she didn't leave. She stayed, she wanted me, and even called me hot. I was so happy.Then she orgasmed, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. The look on her face, her expressions, and the way her voice shook when she called me 'Der'. It was beautiful.I had never been with a woman as passionate as Layla. She was everything my body didn't know it wanted, but exactly what it needed. Still, in that moment, all I could think about was her ex-husband.He had seen her like this. He had heard her voice when she screamed her release. He knew she shut and opened her eyes in quick succession before she climaxed. He knew she scratched and cussed in pleasure.He knew her.An

Aneeka’s povDerek's eyes widen, and for a second, he's quiet. Then he steps closer, his gaze darkening. "You're killing me, princess", he says, his voice low and dangerous.I smile sweetly, leaning in closer and brushing my already hardened nipples against his arm. "Der… so you do want me?", I whisper, my voice trembling with need.Before Derek can say anything, Charlton appears again, wearing his usual smirk. Derek leans in to cover me, his tone sharp. "Charlton, leave. Now".Charlton glares at him but doesn't argue. As soon as he's gone, Derek growls, his hands grabbing my breast, his touch sending shivers through me. "I need you, Layla. I want you", he says, his voice trembling with desperation. "Please".Before I can respond, Derek's lips crash against mine, his kiss fierce and possessive. His hands roam my bare body, his touch burns everywhere it goes. I want to stop him, and make him beg, but I don't have to."Derek Simons, please come on stage", the host announces."Shit. No, I

Aneeka’s povAs my body trembles from the aftermath of my orgasm, Derek pulls back, gently stroking my cheek. "Hey", he says, his voice soft yet firm."She kissed you", I say, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "You let her kiss you".He turns to the strippers, his expression blank and his tone icy. "I hated it". Then, he turns back to me, his gaze intense. "Make me forget it. Kiss me, Layla".He bends down and claims my lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands move to untie mine from the bedpost. "Don't touch me, princess", he warns, his voice low and firm.Is he serious? How the hell am I supposed to do that?"What? No. I can't", I whisper, my voice breaking under the weight of his request."Don't do it. I'm asking you not to, please", he says, even as my hands touch his lightly.Please? That's new. He lifts my chin, his gaze intense, searching mine. I nod, unable to resist, and claim his lips again. Will I listen? No, but I need those lips now. I need him.Without