All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

"That’s when he hit you?""He went crazy... said that I had always been the better one, the older one, the smarter one, that I had screwed up his life, that I had taken everything good from him, and now I was taking the woman he loved, that I’d humiliated him over and over... He pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes closed as he relieved that hell. "He said quite a lot more than just that.""I’m sure he did."Then he stormed off. And I went to the hospital to get stitched.Brianna watched, tears streaming down her face, as he gagged out an expletive, and this strongest of men almost fell apart.And for the first time, he faced it.As if a fist had gone into his stomach, he let out a shudder of breath, almost doubling up in agony—and he told her. Or did he? Because he truly didn’t know if he was talking about it or living it again. At that point he wasn’t sitting with Brianna; he was backpacing in that hospital cubicle, a wad of gauze pressed to his cheek, so incredibly a

Urgent, frantic sex was a great balm. His hands were pushing up her skirt even as hers grappled with his buckle. His mouth was hot on her neck, biting, bruising, and thrilling. Lowering her to the floor, he was pushing her but somehow supporting her, tearing at her stockings and her pants, and Brianna’s want was as prevalent as his. Pushing down his trousers and feeling his taut buttocks, she was holding him, holding the bit of him that she needed, wanted, and adored—and it was beautiful—and it belonged inside her.With each delicious thrust he called out her name, and somehow he was kissing her too, kissing her, licking her. His shoulders were over her, and she was watching him, watching him and trying to capture him, to remember this for ever—and he had held back before, because even if the sex had been wonderful, this was it—this wasn’t him and her, it was them, almost one person, because even if the sex had been wonderful, this was it—this wasn't him and her, it was them, almost o

Getting to this point simply means you enjoy the stories so far.This too will gladden your heart...TITLE: LUSTFUL DESIRES"So, which look do you think is going to attract the attention of a heart breaker like film producer Gregorio Di Costa?" Chloe prompted Ethna consideringly, as she threw open the door to her wardrobe and brought out a white dress. "The demure virgin?"She held the garment against her, its plain styling covering her tall slenderness from neck to knee. She pulled her heavy length of red hair away from the delicate lines of her heart-shaped face, at the same time lowering her head, her expression youthfully coy as she looked at Ethna with moss-green eyes through long, dark lashes.Her flatmate and long-term friend laughed softly as she sat on the bed, watching the display. ‘Or…?’ Ethna inquired smilingly."Or a sexy vamp?" Chloe threw the white dress down on the bed and pulled out a slinky black gown, its ribbon shoulder straps, low neckline, body-hugging style, and

She was very slender, with long, shapely legs, narrow hips, and a flat abdomen, but in contrast her breasts—bare beneath that clinging gown, Gregorio felt certain!—were full and pert, their creamy swell tantalizingly visible above the low neckline of her gown.His curiosity had been piqued earlier, as her coolly dismissive gaze had swept over the crowded foyer. Those eyes, the color of moss—an exact match to the gown she wore, which clung so enticingly to that curvaceous body—had paused on him momentarily before she had turned away, uninterested.Enough to quicken the interest of any red-blooded man!And especially one who had already found her so immediately attractive...There hadn’t been time for any introductions before the film showing, but Gregorio had been determined to meet her once they moved on to the party afterwards.She was even more beautiful up close: her skin was satiny smooth, those green eyes mesmerizing through lowered dark lashes, a deep peach gloss on the pout of

Chloe could feel the heat creeping into her body as the intimacy in Gregorio Di Costa’s voice moved across and into her. She was aware of the way her breasts had swollen, of their hard and tingling nipples, and of the heat moving between her thighs.Not exactly what she had planned to happen when she decided to call this man’s bluff!"And while I am kissing you," Gregorio Di Costa continued in that low, sensuous voice, "I would like to thread my fingers into your beautiful hair, to feel its silky softness, to tangle it about my fingers as we deepen the kiss." And then I would like to release one of my hands to run the zip of your dress slowly down your spine, touching you as I do so, caressing the smoothness of your bare skin as I allow the gown to drop to the floor. Under the gown, you would be wearing nothing but a pair of silk pants—black, I think,’ he added, as he looked over her with slow consideration, "and sheer flesh-colored stockings""Are you trying to shock me, Mr. Di Costa