Novels by Moore.T

Eve “W-wait…” The word broke from my lips, barely audible, but he silenced it with another kiss—hard, punishing, and unrelenting. His lips crushed mine, swallowing the sound as if it was nothing more than a nuisance. The intensity of it stole my breath, leaving me gasping, and disoriented. And then his hand moved, slipping lower, lower… until his fingers pressed deep into me, and my entire body jolted. Shit. The sting was sharp, immediate, unlike anything I’d ever felt. The pain in my body flared, raw and unfamiliar, and I froze beneath him, my legs trembling as he continued to pushed deeper. "Please wait," I tried to say, but the words caught in my throat, trapped by the relentless pressure of his mouth on mine. The pain burned through me, and I clawed at his wrist, desperate for him to go slower. But he didn’t. Instead, he went faster. He growled against my lips, his voice low and edged with something dark. “You said to touch you like any other woman.” His said, mocki

Xander "Don't tell me you're a virgin?" She blinked up at me, her wide, vulnerable eyes filled with something between confusion and nervousness. She didn’t say anything, but the look on her face confirmed what I had just realized. My grip on her wrists loosened slightly as I froze, my mind racing. What the hell was going on? This woman—this woman—was a virgin. I stared down at her, momentarily stunned. How could this even be possible? Everything I knew about her, everything I had dug up said otherwise. When I did my research on her last night. I wasn't impressed with what I found out. In fact, I was disgusted at the thought of that woman being my wife. She was the kind of woman I despised. Spoiled, entitled, annoying as hell, and, worst of all, men-crazy. In just one month, she had been seen with so many men in hotels and clubs. She was the type who treated relationships like games, jumping from one partner to another. I didn’t want her. I didn’t want someone like

Eve I looked at him, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every rational thought in my head. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, and I opened my mouth, about to say something—anything, but before the words could come, he silenced me. His hand slid up and cupped the side of my neck. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss so deep it stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft or hesitant like the kisses I’d known before. No, this was something entirely different—something raw, demanding, and all-consuming. His lips pressed against mine with a force that left no room for doubt, his fingers digging into my waist as if he didn't want me to pull away. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The world around me disappeared, leaving only the feel of his mouth on mine. He kissed me like he was claiming me, like he was tearing down every wall I’d ever built around myself. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, I leane

Eve “Want something? Take it.” His words echoed in the dimly lit room. My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my throat. I didn’t know if it was the words themselves or the way he looked at me—like a predator, his piercing gaze locking onto me like a prey caught in his trap. In that moment, my fear of death was forgotten. The cold press of the gun against my temple faded into the background, distant and meaningless. How could I care about the weapon threatening my life when I was already face-to-face with the devil himself? His presence was suffocating, overwhelming. Every inch of him exuded power and control, and it twisted something deep inside me. My mind screamed at me to stop, to look away, to remember the danger I was in. My last shred of common sense pleaded with me to fight the pull, to protect myself from what was about to happen. But my body had other ideas. It betrayed me completely. Every nerve in my body screamed to move closer, to bridge the suffoca

Eve What should I do? What should I say? How should I react? All these questions raced through my mind, yet I couldn’t find an answer to any of them. It was as if my brain had chosen that moment to shut down completely, leaving me stranded. It refused to obey my commands, my desperate pleas for help. Maybe it already knew the truth—that no matter what I said or did, there was only one way this was going to end. My blood staining his bed. The thought sent a chill down my spine as I looked up into his eyes. There was no warmth there, no trace of humanity—just cold calculation. His blue eyes, usually piercing, had darkened into an even deeper shade, almost void-like, and I knew in that moment that he wasn’t bluffing. He would really kill me. He wasn’t playing. I was going to die for being nosy. “I asked you a question.” He growled out. My breath hitched, my voice trembling as I stammered, “I—I just… I just heard a groan.” The words spilled out, broken and shaky. “I didn’t m

Eve “I know you want to die, but live—not for anyone else, but for yourself. Please, take my hand. Please! I can't let you die. I can’t—” I jolted awake, my heart pounding heavily. My hand flew instinctively to my chest, my fingers curling over my damp skin as I gasped for breath. Another nightmare? No, it wasn't a nightmare….it was a memory. My body trembled as I looked around, wide-eyed and disoriented. My breathing was shallow, and for a terrifying moment, I felt like the walls were closing in. This wasn’t my room. My room didn’t look anything like this—nothing so elegant, nothing so expensive. It was a stark contrast to the simple and modest space I was used to calling my own. My heart skipped a beat, panic bubbling to the surface. Where was I? And then I remembered. I was still in his house. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to relax as I leaned back against the headboard. My chest still heaved, but the suffocating pressure began to ease. I was spending