Novels by Amelia Hart

RICCO Standing in front of me my beautiful gouges olive skinned dove, her oval-shaped face housing her sweet-looking dimpled cheeks with just a towel, her long hair still wet. Her curves just wow. This is wrong in every way, her beauty is wrong. She needs to be studied in every institution, every inch of her body needs to be studied. I don't care if anyone has any other opinion about it. But it's not only her beauty that intrudes on me, it's her fire, her resistance even after being clearly scared of me she still continues to be stubborn, something none of my men can try. It's been a while since I saw a lady with such a spark of fight in them, maybe I can take that fire and channel it to my advantage. Even in towels, she looks stunning, just imagine what she would look like without it. I look at her and am lost for words. I have seen a lot of beautiful ladies this is not my first time but I haven't met a beautiful dove before. This is pure genius creation from God. Th

DOVE I felt his weight pressed against me as my back hit the bed. I tried to struggle but his hands gripped my wrist and pinned them above my head. "Stop." I pleaded, my voice wavering. Locking gaze with me he just chuckled and continued. "Why?" He leaned in brushing his lips against my neck, his voice with authority. "You are mine, remember? No matter how much you fight it" His face was so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He then lowered his lips further down my body, trailing over my shoulder and grazing my collarbone. "Wonderful." He grinned mockingly. Heat creeping up in my neck and my entire body. "Excuss--" "You?" He cut me mid-sentence. His mouth was now hovering over my ear, his teeth grazing it in a tender manner. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my body failing me in ways I never imagined. His hot skin radiated heat which transferred to mine, making my breath hitch. What the hell? This is wrong in every way. I swallowed hard, I could bet he

DOVEI felt a cold splash of water on my face. I suddenly jolted from my unconsciousness as I squeezed my face, my forehead forming wrinkles as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I started hearing faint muttering of people from a distance.I tried to rub my palms on my face, but my hands got stuck. That was when I knew something was wrong.I pulled the other hand. Still the same thing.Tried to move my body but got stuck. I felt my hands and legs tied.My stomach turns. My pulse hammered against my ribs instantly.What in the world is happening?I try to scream, even before opening my eyes.But a warm large palm covers my mouth."Sih...." The voice muttered before slowly releasing his hands.I furrowed my eyebrows, in confusion. Then opened my eyes slowly. I blinked once, twice. Just confirming I was in unfamiliar territory. My heart skipped. The realization of what was happening hit me hard and fast.Dad was tied to the chair in my apartment by some strange men probably

DOVE"Bitch, I will make your life fucking miserable, you dare slap me?” he yelled at the top of his voice.He reached out to grab my hands but I jerked backward, shoving him to the side and then making a run for it.A run straight to the changing room."You are fucking a dead meat." He continued yelling and his voice faded as I ran.Each step felt heavier than the other as my heart pounded so fast as the realization of the situation began to stick me.My rent, my father’s debt, my college tuition what’s happening them now. Suppose I get sacked for slapping a VIP member. When I reached the door I creaked it open, then a sigh of relief flushed through my body.In a split second, I heard footsteps fast approaching, just outside the door, before I could react and take cover the door creaked open as I watched the doorknob turn.I glanced around to see if I could see anything I would use as a weapon but it was too late."Dove. What the heck is wrong with you?" My manager, Chris arced a br